Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 4 Dancing With Wolves
Winterfell is not actually a city, strictly speaking it is just the military fortress of the Stark family.

It covers an area of ​​several acres and is surrounded by two huge and heavy walls. Clay followed the guards of the Stark family and entered the northern capital through the eastern gate that was about to be closed.

Guards bearing direwolf emblems lit torches, dispelling the darkness that filled every inch of the air a little.

"Friends of the Manderly family, wait here for a while, I will report to Sir Roderick, and he will arrange a suitable residence for you."

Clay nodded. It was already evening, and it was really not a good time to visit Duke Stark.

The guards left in a hurry, Clay and his party waited quietly in front of the main castle, only Vera looked around on horseback.

About 10 minutes later, a stocky old man holding a helmet appeared in Clay's field of vision.

He was wearing a crimson cloak, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his steps were steady.

"Welcome to Winterfell." He said lightly, and then introduced himself:

"I'm Roderick, the coach of Winterfell, what's the matter with you all coming from afar?"

Clay got off his horse, and the rest of the guards and Vera dismounted after seeing this, and walked up to Roderick. He looked at the old man who had dedicated his life to the direwolf family and said with a smile:

"Good sir, I am Clay Manderly, and this is my sister Vera."

Roderick had actually heard of Clay's name when he was just born, but because Clay has been relatively low-key and disappeared in Westeros for two full years, he didn't even think of Clay's name for a while. who.

An offshoot of the Manderly family?Roderick frowned. He has served the Stark family for nearly 50 years, and he has never met a branch of the family who directly asked to meet the Duke of Winterfell.

This is against the rules.

But everyone in the Stark family understands that when winter comes, the lone wolf dies and the pack lives, the Stark family has no reason to refuse or drive away this strange Mandalay kid in front of them.

"I have to wait until tomorrow to see my lord. Today, everyone stay here in Winterfell, and I will report to my lord tomorrow." Since it was getting late, Roderick was not interested in talking, so he said succinctly.

The guests did as they wanted, and Clay naturally had no objection. The guards of the Stark family were there to take care of their horses and arrange guards. Clay pulled Vera, who was a little afraid of the dark, and followed behind Roderick, who was not tall.

The night passed quickly, and the warm sun shone into the ancient fortress again.

Clay, who got up early, was practicing the elementary wolf school swordsmanship that comes with a level 1 demon hunter. He swung a well-made half-handed sword clumsily.

"Are you practicing sword too?" Clay swiped his sword in the air but was stopped by a young voice behind him.

Clay withdrew his sword and turned around, looking in the direction where the voice came from.

A boy in plain clothes was standing at the gate of the small courtyard where Clay and his party lived.

He has dark brown hair and is very thin, with a gray dagger hanging from his waist.

The boy saw Clay stop, so he walked over, and stretched out his hand like a little adult:
"My name is Jon, hello." There was a shy boy in his voice.

Strangely, he didn't introduce his last name, but Clay had guessed who he was.

"Clay." The two shook hands, and Clay said his name, but also did not mention his surname.

The boy in front of him, Bacheng, is the future king of the North, Jon Snow, who has the blood of a wolf and a dragon. His surname is a very sensitive place for him, and he is very concerned about his status as an illegitimate child.

"Are you...from the Manderly family?" Jon stared at the mermaid flag planted in the yard, and asked hesitantly after identifying it for a while.

Because he was not welcomed by his mistress Caitlin, Jon had no systematic education in heraldry at all, and he knew nothing about these complicated family relationships.

Seeing Clay nodding, Jon's eyes flickered dimly. Although he was born in the noble Stark family, he would rather have his own surname like the man in front of him who is a head taller than him in the Manderly family. , he hates Jon Snow the damn bastard sign so much.

Jon quickly adjusted himself. As the best swordsman of the younger generation of the Stark family, he had just observed Clay's sword swing trajectory and stepping technique, which was something that Sir Roderick had never taught him. .

The young man's competitive spirit was at work, and he couldn't help asking: "Hey, can I compete with you in sword competition?"

Although he didn't learn the essence of wolf school swordsmanship at all, Clay certainly wouldn't refuse such a challenge. He said with a hearty smile:

"Of course, Jon."

The two stood still, and the guards of the Mandalay family who had already got up consciously gave up an open space for their young master.

"Be careful, Sir Roderick said that I am the best swordsman in the family, even better than Robb." This simple-hearted boy did not realize that the words just now revealed his identity. , which prince in the northern border does not know the name of the heir to the northern border?
The two confronted each other, and there was a large circle of people unconsciously, including the guards of the Manderly family and Stark, and Sir Roderick was among them, and a middle-aged man stood behind him, Staring intently at the arena.

Turning around the field a few times, Jon found that Clay's footsteps had been oppressing him, not giving him a comfortable opportunity to attack, he made a decisive decision, gave a low shout, and rushed up with a sword.

With a clang, Clay's sword could barely stop Jon's attack at his waist. He didn't expect Jon's attack to be so fierce. The half-sword in his hand was much heavier, so the speed of swinging it was naturally slower.

Seeing that the attack was blocked, Jon immediately withdrew his sword. Before he could stab the second sword, Clay's slash from bottom to top forced him to block with his sword.

The two weapons touched again, and Jon only felt a strong force coming, and his body couldn't help but took two steps back.

At this time, Clay thanked that the time spent on the wolf school's swordsmanship was not in vain. He stepped up quickly according to the pace of practice, and chopped off his head with a single blow.

The weapons collided one after another, causing the people around to applaud, but the middle-aged man frowned. He looked at Roderick who also curled his snow-white eyebrows together. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Roderick say:

"It's not easy, Jon may lose."

In the arena, two teenagers waved their weapons. Behind them, the wolf flag representing the Stark family and the mermaid flag of the Manderly family fluttered quietly in the warm morning light.

"Interesting kid." The middle-aged man looked at the field, and Clay's figure was reflected in his gray eyes.

"When they are over, let him know, and I will wait for him in the lobby." The middle-aged man left the crowd.

"Yes, my lord the Duke."

(End of this chapter)