Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 46 Departure
Five days passed in a blink of an eye. This morning, the Manderly family's most elite plate armored cavalry squad gathered in Newcastle, because they were going to escort the young lord of White Harbor to the city of Twins.

More than ten blue mermaid flags fluttered over the entire team, and just as the rising sun hit their cloaks, the gate of Newcastle rumbled open.

Clay was dressed in armor, with a golden trident pattern painted on the chest armor, and a long sword inserted in the saddle bag. He was driving the horse, and the young lord of White Harbor walked slowly towards his team.

Every time he sees this team, Clay has a pleasing feeling. The heavily armored knights wearing full body armor and riding lances are the kings of the battlefield in this era.

And there are many such soldiers in the Mandalay family. This time going south, accompanied by 200 elite knights, is it an opportunity to show off their strength to the Frey family.

A slender hand grabbed the reins of Clay's horse, and Clay looked at his older sister Wilfield in a plain white dress.

"Remember your promise..." Wilfield gently touched the mane of the steed, and whispered to Clay.

Clay nodded. He knew what Wilfield was talking about. As one of the largest families in Westeros, the Frey family had a strong desire to marry.

"Don't worry, sister, if any Foyle really makes a request, I will refuse it for you."

Clay once again gave his sister a reassurance. In fact, the most fundamental thing is that his old man didn't mention a word about this matter at all. This is an obvious signal. Contaminated.

"Okay, it's time for me to go, goodbye Wilfield."

Controlling the horses, Clay embarked on the road to the port. They will take a boat south and land at the place closest to the Twins in the Riverlands. There is a crude port there. Although it is small, it is enough for 200 Clays. landed.

Crossing half of White Harbor once again, Clay once again enjoyed the reverence from the people of White Harbor. In Winterfell, the story of killing Lannister for the honor of his family had already been spread through the bards in the tavern. up the port.

In addition to being the young master of White Harbor himself, Clay's reputation in White Harbor has been quite high during this period of time. Although it has not reached the level of eating without money, it is not bad.

Passing through the city wall, Clay and his party of 200 arrived at the military port specially opened for the family fleet. Ordinary merchant ships were not allowed to berth here, and access was strictly controlled.

Even Clay, with the mermaid flag flying behind his back, was able to enter the port only after revealing his identity.

Ever since Brandon the Shipburner, the King of the North, burned all of Brandon the Shipbuilder's remaining warships, there has been no established naval power in the North for hundreds of years.

However, the Mandalay family guarding White Harbor, the largest city in the north, is an exception.

Although it was far inferior to the Royal Fleet and the Iron Fleet, with the support of White Harbor's huge financial resources, Clay saw a total of 24 warships in the port, basically composed of large-tonnage sailing ships and light and fast long ships.

A big barefooted man in a rough coat led a few people standing at the port. When he saw Clay and his party coming, he immediately greeted them.

"Master, this is the captain of our voyage this time. We will take the Old Man of White Harbor to the Twin River City."

After complaining a little bit about the naming level of this group of people, Clay nodded, not minding the slovenly appearance of the captain and his crew in front of him. He knew in his heart that he might not be as good as them when he boarded the ship.

The Old Man of White Harbor is a large sailing ship. This type of ship is mainly used to fight against enemy warships and control the sea. It is an out-and-out main battleship.

"Master Clay, I am Captain Ston of the Old Man of White Harbor. The Old Man of White Harbor will provide you with a more comfortable journey."

Nodding, Clay greeted Captain Ston, who grinned and led Clay and his party to the huge warship parked not far away.

Their horses would go aboard a smaller sailing ship aft of the Old Man of White Harbor, where they would be looked after by dedicated men.

Seeing Captain Ston stepping on the dangling plank connecting the land and the deck as if walking on the ground, Clay took a deep breath, and under the eyes of the guards, he was the first to step on the plank.

As soon as he stepped on the wooden plank, a strong shaking came to Clay. At this time, the witcher's mutation couldn't help him, and his calves trembled a little, but he couldn't back away at this time.

Heartbroken, Clay knew that he was very good at water, even if he fell, he would not be drowned. At worst, it would be a little embarrassing, but it was better than retreating in fear.

Using great perseverance to regain control of the leg muscles, Clay walked the plank step by step with obvious care, which could have been completed within ten seconds.

The body finally got on the deck, and Clay finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Captain Ston, who was watching the whole process, grinned his yellow teeth and said with a smile:

"Master, you are much better than those idiots I have seen before. It is rare for me to be able to pass the pedal so quickly and steadily without being on a boat a few times."

On the surface, maintaining the reserved demeanor of an aristocrat, Clay nodded slightly, accepting Captain Ston's approval, but in fact, his calves were still trembling a little.

Looking back, the captain of the guard who followed was obviously also used to taking a boat. After taking a few steps, he passed the pedal very smoothly.

Most of the guards behind him were carefully selected veterans. As White Harbor soldiers, they all had boarded the ship. Except for a few young ones who were embarrassing, 150 guards boarded the ship smoothly.

The remaining 50 were on the second ship. After all, they brought horses this time, and they needed to take care of them.

Clay noticed that the first thing these guards did after boarding the ship was to take off their heavy armor, leaving only a set of light mail armor with less protection on their bodies.

The captain of the guard has been by Clay's side, and Clay asked him:
"Why are you in such a hurry to take off your armor? Although there is no danger in White Harbor, there are many pirates in the sea of ​​Bite Bay."

The guard captain shook his head, and whispered to Clay:
"Young master, you must lose weight while staying on the boat, or else there will be wind and waves on the sea, and the shaking will be too large, and your physical strength will be drained by the armor."

He glanced at the armor on Clay's body, and immediately began to remove the armor for the young master.

"You don't get on the ship very often. I don't know it's normal. I'll take off this armor for you first. It's useless. It wasn't more than ten years ago. The pirates on the Bite Bay haven't had the guts to tell us for nothing. The sailboats in the harbor go to war."

Now that the captain of the guard said so, Clay didn't insist anymore. Under the protection of so many people, he didn't have to worry about his own safety except for the sinking of the ship. As for the sinking of the ship, the set of iron armor was The best sinking helper.

Entering the independent cabin arranged for himself, Clay experienced a new experience on the Old Man of White Harbor.

(End of this chapter)