Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 53
Clay's arrival immediately made the noisy hall quiet for a few seconds, but soon, a man who looked also aged raised his glass and laughed loudly:

"Welcome, our guest, Clay Manderly!"

His words received many responses from the Frey family. Many people responded by holding wine glasses or slapping their hands on the long dark table, making a bang bang bang sound.

Lord Walder Frey stretched out his palm like dead bark, pointed to the seat in front of him, and signaled Clay to go to the main table where he was. Today Clay is the protagonist here.

Clay was not polite at all, strode over, and went directly into the chair prepared for him.

The Marquis Frey looked at him, and said in a serious tone:
"Looks like that old eel in White Harbor has a good heir, unlike me, just a bunch of stupid sons and grandchildren."

Clay frowned indistinctly. If it were someone else, he might not agree to call his old man that way.But for the 90-year-old man in front of him, who is not as old as the old man combined, he can only curse in his heart.

Without responding to this sentence, Clay sat there quietly, waiting for the next message from the Marquis Frey. According to the previous information, the Marquis Frey is a person with a strong sense of family.

Sure enough, the Marquess Frey didn't care about Clay ignoring his words, and began to introduce his family members to Clay with a little excitement.

He pointed to the man who greeted Clay just now when Clay entered the door and said:

"Steve Lun Foyle, my eldest son, is also my heir. He is older than your grandfather. Who told him to have a father like me?"

After the Marquis Frey finished speaking, he seemed very happy. He didn't know whether it was because of his heir or because of his longevity. In short, he took a big gulp of red wine amidst his night owl-like laughter.

"The boy Petyr who stopped you on the road today is his grandson."

Although the words were said with a smile, Clay could clearly see that Sir Stevron's expression became very unnatural in this light and airy tone.

In one sentence, the old Marquis expressed his absolute control over the information of the Twin River City, and he also beat his son. This huge Frey family is very complicated internally.

Clay nodded to this Sir Stevron, there is no need for him to be stingy with etiquette.

Lord Walder Frey let go of his eldest son, and pointed to a tall, bald man on the other side of the long table:

"This is my third son, Ines. As for my second son, that boy is being dominated by his wife, a golden-haired Lannister lioness, and he hasn't been here for a long time. .”

Clay was aware of this situation, and the River Steward reminded himself in the report submitted that Lord Frey's second son, Amon, had a strong Lannister tendency.

And the reason for all this is that he has a Lannister woman, and this woman's backstage is also strong, because her brother is named Tywin Lannister.

In the report, the Steward of the River strongly advised against contacting Emmon Frey and his sons who remained in the Twins, which would do Clay no good at all, and Clay agreed with him.

The banquet continued, and after that, Lord Frey introduced the remaining sons who came to the banquet. As for the grandson, the 90-year-old man was not that interested.

Clay nods to his sons, whose age spans more than 50 years, although they are all indescribable.It may be a genetic problem, but the males of the Frey family generally have a weasel-like face.

The introduction came to an end, and Lord Frey knocked on the cup, announcing the official start of the banquet.

The hall suddenly became noisy, because most of the people who were invited had nothing to do with the theme of the banquet. They were not for Clay at all, but purely in response to the call of the Marquess Frey.

But with a few exceptions, the long table was pulled away, leaving a large space in the middle, which will be the venue for dancing.

The aristocratic banquet in Westeros was like this. Seeing that Clay didn't intend to end first, Lord Walder Frey winked at the butler next to him.

As a result, a group of men and women from the Frey family began to step onto the dance floor, finally reducing the slightly awkward atmosphere just now.

Clay can dance, but he only remembers the training he did when he was a child, and he is not proficient in it. At first, he was a little worried that his level would embarrass White Harbor, but after seeing the dances of the Frey family, he realized that he could dance. The idea is very redundant.

It can’t be said that the eyes are hot. Simply put, it’s a couple of men and women hugging and bouncing around. Many people’s hands are not very honest, and they always want to touch something, at least most of them are like this.

He knew very well that he had to do this dance today, but Clay just sat in his chair with a smile on his face, sipped his wine, and cheered from time to time.

During this process, Clay noticed that there were at least five or six lines of sight staring at him. Clay didn't look sideways, and turned around to look over.

Female, female, female... still female.

Intuitively, the age ranges from twelve or thirteen to nearly thirty, and Clay understands that this is the woman that the Frey family prepared for themselves....

The quiet handsome man didn't last long. A Frey woman who had just watched him straightened her skirt and walked towards Clay. Sir Stevron's voice also entered in time. Clay's ears:

"Master Clay, this is my granddaughter, Wada, who is about the same age as you."

Of course, Clay understood the meaning of this. When Clay heard that she was about the same age and that she was Stevron's granddaughter, he immediately matched the information. This was the first Varda Frey mentioned in the report.

Clay could feel that there were a lot of Doom's eyes gliding over him and this Varda Frey in the audience. Although he didn't like it, Clay didn't care because he really didn't care.

Varda Frey, who should be nicknamed "Beauty Varda", her voice is very suitable for her age, very young and straightforward, but in all honesty, Clay doesn't think her appearance is worthy of it. Her name is at least qualified.

"Master Clay, can I ask you to dance?" Varda Frey asked bluntly without much stage fright.

At least in the Twin Rivers, this was a request that Clay could not refuse for the time being. Nodding, Clay put down the wine glass engraved with the double bridge pattern in his hand, and stood up.

Under Stevron's slightly satisfied eyes, Clay took Varda Frey's extended hand.

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(End of this chapter)