Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 18 Conversation
Clay eventually returned to the dungeon.

He was surprised that Lord Stark didn't ask how it made the Assassins retreat at all, as if it didn't matter at all, the lord only cared about the result.

The wolf and the lion maintained a semblance of peace, though this peace seemed so fragile.

After this incident, Duke Stark issued an order to allow the White Harbor Guard to temporarily replace the dungeon guards to ensure Clay's personal safety.

However, from Sir Roderick's mouth, Clay heard the news that he might not stay in the dungeon for too long, because the old man of his family, the patriarch of the Manderly family, the Earl of Wyman, had already led 100 plate armored cavalry at full speed. Coming towards Winterfell.

This amount of troops did not pose any threat to the king and the Stark family in Winterfell at all. It was simply the Earl of White Harbor's move to demonstrate his strength and demonstrate to the Lannister family.

Clay could clearly feel that the guards looked at him with admiration.

Some of these people responded to the call of the lord during the usurper war and marched south. Therefore, like Duke Ed, they were extremely dissatisfied with the Lannister family.

But helplessly, Duke Tywin had a strong army and countless gold, so they had no choice but to go back to the ice and snow in the northern border to scold their mothers.

In their view, in order to protect the honor of the family, Clay killed Lannister without saying a word, and did what they wanted to do but failed, so they had a great affection for Clay.

In the dungeon, Clay welcomed three guests, three brothers from the Stark family.

"Rob, Jon, Bran, what are you three doing here?"

Clay pointed to the wooden chairs in the corner. The three of them were not too dirty, so they took a look and sat down.

Glancing at Bran's waist, Clay knew that Bran hadn't climbed the ruined tower yet.

"Come and see our heroes in the north. Father has never allowed us to visit you. This time the guards were replaced by your guards, so we sneaked in." Rob scratched his head and said apologetically.

After all, the young people in the northern border are simple in mind. After a while, the three brothers of the Wolf family have already regarded Clay as a true friend.

"Father said that you are a true northerner, and my brothers also said the same." Bran, who was still a little one, said cutely.

Clay smiled happily, but his eyes flashed with astonishment and thought. After becoming a witcher, Clay's body is very sensitive to magic, but in his vision, Bran's body is covered with Silky magic.

No, this is not normal!
The last time Clay saw Bran was at the king's banquet, he couldn't be sure whether Bran had been entangled with this magic thread of unknown origin or just appeared.

But anyway, there must be something wrong, because Clay didn't see it in fellow brothers Rob and Jon, so it has nothing to do with blood.

What's the situation, isn't this a low magic world?

For a moment, Clay suspected that this was not a world of ice and fire at all, but he felt relieved when he thought about it. He himself was the biggest loophole in this world, and he couldn't blame others.

However, where there is a silk thread, there is a source. Clay really wants to know that someone in Winterfell actually competes with him for the monopoly of magic. How can this work? !

He prayed in his heart, his old man came here quickly, it was best to scare the queen away, so that he could leave this ghost place quickly, he wanted to get out now more than ever.

"In the future, I have to make a badge to be in line with my identity." Clay whispered to himself, but everyone couldn't hear him, and Jon asked:
"What did you say Clay?"

"Ah...it's okay, can you tell me what happened outside?" Clay quickly changed the subject.

Rob glanced at him, thought for a while, and said in a half-smile tone:

"Then let me tell you, Master Clay..." The last title was deliberately elongated.

He sorted out his thoughts and continued:

"After you were locked in the dungeon, I heard that our majesty the king had a big quarrel with the queen. His majesty did not go to the queen that night, but chose the three daughters of Winterfell to spend the night."

Rob obviously clicked his lips when he said this. Obviously, the hormones have begun to secrete a lot. He probably envies King Robert to some extent. Unfortunately, Catelyn controls him too strictly, so he can only watch but not taste. So sorry for Rob.

"My father told the family, don't get in touch with the Queen anymore, and I don't need to match that abnormal crown prince to act for the adults anymore." Rob curled his lips.

Clay understood that those few days with Joffrey must have been one of the most humiliating periods in Rob's life.

"It never occurred to me how King Robert could have such a crown prince," Jon said.

As an illegitimate child, he has not met the Crown Prince Joffrey a few times, let alone communicated directly, but his intuition tells him that the Crown Prince does not have the slightest smell of a stag at all. The disgusting stench of lions.

"That's right, Joffrey doesn't look like our Majesty the King at all. He looks like that. To be honest, I think he's more like a kingslayer and a queen."

Rob looked at Jon and agreed, not noticing the strange look on Clay's face.

Sighing inwardly, Clay thought, this might be the reason.

No one would take the initiative to check Joffrey's identity, but he was helpless, he was really too much like his uncle, there was nothing like Baratheon in him.

Now the three deer brothers, Stannis and Renly, have very good feelings for Robert. If Joffrey looked exactly like the young Robert, and he was full of manly taste, the two of them would not be in Robert's shoes. Immediately after his death, he raised the flag to rebel.

It can only be said that it is all the sins of adults. Joffrey can't decide who his parents are, and his hysterical behavior later has a lot to do with his mother's education.

"Where's Vera?" Clay thought of his sister.

"Oh, how could you be such a big brother..." Rob rolled his eyes at Clay.

"It's okay, Father has already taken her into the main castle, and she will sleep with Sansa at night, don't worry, Father will hand over your sister to him when Lord Wyman arrives."

Nod your head, if that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

Jon fished out a small pocket from behind, took a small stool as a table, and took out the contents.

"what?"

"Hey, see for yourself."

Inside was a small jar. As soon as Clay opened it, the rich aroma of wine filled the empty cell.

"Jon, father won't let..." Good boy Rob frowned subconsciously, and soon he realized that what he said was extremely boring, besides, he was also very greedy.

The two brothers blocked the ignorant Bran behind him, preventing him from seeing him.

And so, in the cramped dungeons of Winterfell, the younger generations of the North passed around little bottles of wine and laughed.

　The protagonist is in prison because of the need of the plot, so it’s okay to not kill Lannister, but it’s true, I will end this part as soon as possible and let the protagonist come out.

　　Generally speaking, I want to express a growing protagonist. After all, if you push everything flat, it will be cool, but soon there will be nothing to write about. If that’s the case, why don’t I set it as a Gundam What about templates, right? (laughs).

　　I can listen to everyone's opinions very well. I welcome everyone to discuss the plot as it stands. If I think it is reasonable, I will definitely accept it. But please don't be eccentric. Everyone on the Internet is not patient.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)