Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 26 The Mandalays
At eight o'clock in the morning, after hastily eating an absolutely nutritious breakfast, Clay was dragged into the huge courtyard in the center of the castle by the sudden arrival of Sir Marlon Manderly.

Clay took a closer look and saw that this place was four or five times larger than the school grounds in Winterfell. Several areas were separated by thick oak fences. There was an archery range full of targets, similar to a cavalry on a sprint track. A training ground, and a swordsmanship training ground with weapon racks full of long swords.

Around these facilities, Clay actually saw some buildings similar to stands, which brought a little relaxation to this somewhat serious place.

Sir Marlon is very old, but he is still big and round, with a strong body, wearing a suit of armor as if he doesn't feel it, and a short sword for fighting is stuck in his waist.

He led Clay into the training ground, and Clay noticed that there were some figures in armor at the entrance of the cavalry training ground.

Clay's eyes are very good, although he can see clearly from a distance, most of these people are very young, and the oldest is definitely not more than 30 years old.

At this time, they were gathering together in twos and threes, murmuring and not knowing what they were talking about, but Clay noticed that each of them had a very obvious mermaid family crest on their armor.

"These people are all offshoots of the family, and they are called this time to let them know what the master's heir looks like."

Sir Malone slowed down naturally, and said to Clay who was following behind.

"You'll get to know them later, and you decide how to drink them down or knock them out with your sword. You have the final say, but an old man's suggestion: knocking them down first and then drinking them is the best."

"Aren't you worried they'll knock me over?" Clay asked Ser Marlon, smiling.

"Boy, don't treat us as blind and deaf. There are quite a lot of people who know what you did in Winterfell." Sir Malone pointed to his ear.

Clay thought about it, and he always felt that the purpose of this specially arranged meeting was not just to get acquainted with these Mandalay offshoots.

"After the end, you have to choose some of them to be your attendants. In a few days, the master will preside over your knight canonization ceremony. Originally, I wanted to invite Duke Stark to come to this matter, but now I don't see this opportunity. .”

As if seeing through what Clay was thinking, Sir Marlon added.

Nodding his head, Clay understood what the old man meant. He was picking a team for himself. It's not surprising after thinking about it, because Clay doesn't have any brothers.

Take the Stark family as an example. After Rob, the eldest brother, inherits the Duke of Winterfell, Bran and Rickon will automatically become his assistants or stewards. The cost of trust between brothers is very low.

But Clay didn't have this kind of treatment. He was the only male heir of the main line of the family, and he didn't even have any personal soldiers he could trust when he went to the battlefield.

Seeing the two people walking in, especially seeing the majestic Sir Marlon, these young Mandalays who seemed lazy just now jumped up like rabbits.

Clay saw a fat, bushy-haired man eating with his back turned, and was reminded by his companions to slap him on the head. Just as he was about to shake his teeth and fists, he turned around and saw Malone and Clay.

It was very obvious that the little fat man completed a series of operations including swallowing the unfinished food, tidying himself up, and standing up within five seconds. In terms of agility, he caught up with the demon hunter Clay, which made him amazed.

"They seem to be afraid of you," Clay whispered.

"Oh, some of their fathers were raised by me."

"..."

It was indeed an irrefutable statement, mighty and domineering, and Clay was overwhelmed.

Clay followed Sir Malone to stand in front of these people, his eyes swept over each of their faces, and they were also looking at Clay.

The Mandalay family has a long history and has taken root in the land of White Harbor for quite a long time.

Generation after generation, in addition to the main line of the family, the remaining branches have continued to this day, and those with the best luck will have a knight title, managing a small village for the main line or by themselves.

Most of them have lost their surnames through generations of intermarriage. The people in front of them are probably wealthy families that Sir Marlon has found that can afford a pair of armor.

The rest, although they all have the same surname as Clay, are Mandalay, but they are no different from ordinary farmers.

This time, Sir Marlon informed them that Master Clay was going to select an attendant, and the selected ones would become Master Clay's personal soldiers after training.

No one made big cakes for them, but everyone who received the news tried their best to prepare the best armor for their son or husband. If they were really chosen by Master Clay, their family's fate would definitely be changed.

"You know why I came here, and I'm not talking nonsense. This is Clay Manderly, the grandson of Lord Wyman and the son of Sir Wendell."

Ser Marlon turned sideways and introduced Clay to them.

Clay saw all kinds of expressions on their faces, such as envy, fawning, unsmiling, begging, etc. There was no hatred or jealousy. With the blessing of the great prestige of Earl Wyman ruling White Harbor for decades, they were not jealous at all. stand up.

"Stand in formation, do you still need me to teach you?" Sir Marlon frowned suddenly.

The people who had gathered around just now were shocked when they heard the words, and then quickly stood in a neat row according to their size.

Clay understood that Earl Wyman's arrangement for this trip was definitely not a temporary plan. These people knew their position in the team very well, which meant that they had been trained a long time ago, and maybe they had already started when they just went to Winterfell.

"In order, tell me your name." Clay, who had been watching coldly, suddenly said.

Hearing Clay's words, Sir Marlon didn't say anything else. Clay was the protagonist today, and he didn't intend to overwhelm the host.

After being stunned for a while, the tall and straightforward man hesitated and said:

"Umer... Umer Manderly, my lord."

Nodding, Clay looked to the next one.

"Resta Mandler, my lord, my family is..."

This man, who was slightly shorter than Umer, spoke very fast, and wanted to say something else after saying his name, but Clay raised his hand to interrupt him.

Clay glanced at him, then at the man behind him.

"I just need your names, no need to talk about your family relationship, that's not important to me, next."

Instead of looking at the awkward Resta, Clay looked at the next person.

"Rickard Manderly."

"Mort Manderly, my lord."

……

Listening to each one with a blank face, there is no need for Clay to show a group of kindness. Now he doesn't know these people at all, and showing kindness will only make them feel weak and bully.

When necessary, Clay felt that he could even see blood. After all, what he wanted was a personal team that could go to the battlefield with him, and it was his future team. Greatest kindness.

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