Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 54: Sleepless Night
With a strong smell of perfume all over his nose, Clay walked stiffly, one by one, dealing with Varda Frey's obviously prepared questions.

As a man, of course he likes a woman's compliments, but when he knows that these words are completely prepared, the sense of accomplishment brought by this gene will dissipate faster than a puff of smoke.

Varda Frey's clothes are also very particular. To put it bluntly, they are very close-fitting. It seems that she wants to show off her sizeable bust. During the dance between the two, Clay felt a ball more than once. Or two balls of softness touch your body.

Gently avoided, Clay's face was not red at all, and he acted as if nothing had happened. It is especially important to keep an eye on his little brother at this time. After all, the Frey family is so pitiful, he knows exactly what kind of heart he has for himself. .

Interestingly, when he was spinning around Varda Frey's waist, Clay noticed a dark figure leaning against a thick stone pillar in the hall. Clay always felt that this guy was looking at him Very unkind, how should I put it, like a rival in love?

Tsk, I knew there would be such right and wrong.Clay complained in his heart, Walder Frey's family is extremely large, it's normal for the men and women below to be unable to control their crotch.

At the end of the song, Clay didn't miss it at all, and let go of Varda Frey's hand neatly, smiled politely at her, blocked the other party's somewhat resentful gaze with his back, turned and returned to his seat .

Clay did not touch the cup that was placed on the table before, but asked the passing waiter to take another cup. Although as a witcher, he is not afraid of these common poisons at all, if there are any, but just to be on the safe side, He changed it anyway.

He knew that his behavior would be noticed by Lord Walder Frey on the high platform, so what?Expecting that once you come here, you will drink heartlessly if you are not familiar with life. It has no meaning except to make people think that you are an idiot.

Clay touched the cup handed over by Sir Stevron, and Clay heard the other party's question:

"Master Cray, my granddaughter is not bad. To tell you the truth, my granddaughter is the most beautiful on both sides of the Green Fork River."

The words were very explicit, and Clay could only echo a few words with a smile. He looked at Varda Frey who had returned to his seat and was chatting with a group of Frey's wives, and sighed in his heart.

It is estimated that she didn't know who she was a month ago, but now she has approached her with the family's will, and even seduced herself, how sincere is there?Except for herself, I am afraid that no one knows, it is really fate.

As the party drew to a close, Clay counted, danced with two of Sir Stevron's granddaughters, and with Geoff Foyle's granddaughter, and with one of Aenys Foyle's 13 The year-old granddaughter talked about her experience in Essos.

Oh, by the way, there is also Simon Frey's daughter, Essie Frey. This girl is older than the Freys mentioned above, but she is one or two years younger than Varda Frey.

In short, after the banquet with all the Frey girls in his eyes was finally over, even with the powerful nerves of the witcher, Clay felt a deep exhaustion, as if his body had been hollowed out.

All the guests and hosts were happy, at least on the surface. When Lord Walder Frey had to leave the venue early due to his age, the banquet became more lively, and the vulgar shouting and women's screams were heard from time to time. It's a group of demons dancing wildly.

Clay found an opportunity, pretending to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and let the captain of the White Harbor Guard who finally appeared to save him help him back to the room.

"Master, are you... alright?" After confirming that there was no one outside, the captain of the guard asked the two to stay outside, closed the door himself, and looked at Master Clay, who was instantly awake, and asked suspiciously.

"In your heart, your young master, I can let these Foyles put me down so easily?" Clay squinted at the captain of the guard, and said angrily.

No matter how stupid the person was, he realized that the young master was pretending to be drunk. The captain of the guard rolled his eyes, not knowing what to think.

Clay noticed that there was something wrong with the guy's eyes, and looked back and forth on his body. After holding back for a long time, the captain of the guard said cautiously:
"Master, we won't guard the door for you at night. If you have anything to do, just call us." After leaving this inexplicable sentence, the captain of the guard quickly left up.

What the hell?Wait, what have you all imagined?Clay was extremely speechless. He didn't worry that these people would really care about his own safety, but he really didn't realize what the expression just meant.

Time passed quickly, and the moon outside the window had already moved a considerable distance in the night sky.

At night, the hustle and bustle of the Twin River City gradually disappeared, and Clay knew that the banquet should be completely over.

He planned to stay here for a week, and then find a reason for his old man to use a raven to summon him back. In fact, it doesn't matter how he goes back, because this invitation is not in the name of a marriage contract at all.

With White Harbor behind him, Clay didn't think that these Freys would break the contract according to what he signed, and give him a Frey woman, unless...

Thinking of this, Clay seemed to realize something. He somewhat understood the meaning behind what the captain of the guard called "Silver Smile".

At this moment, in the darkness, he heard the sound of the door being gently opened, and the lock was opened...

who is thisClay's heart tightened, and his hand had already touched the long sword that was specially placed on the bed.

This sword is always unsheathed, and it will save Clay the time to draw the sword if it is really in danger.

But then, he smelled an increasingly strong scent of perfume, which was slightly familiar, and he recognized it because he had just smelled it a few hours ago.

Varda Frey, my God, why is she here?

In the next second, Clay, who opened his eyes, took advantage of the bright moonlight to see Walda Frey who crept into the house and had already changed his clothes.

Probably because he didn't expect that Clay didn't sleep at all. When he saw Clay's eyes, Varda Frey was obviously startled, and the expression on his face changed continuously.

"Miss Walda Frey, it's so late, you..."

Clay was also embarrassed, and decided to speak first to break the silence, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw Varda Frey's hand resting on her shoulder strap.

At this point, Clay is a fool if he doesn't understand what she is going to do. This is to cook raw rice into cooked rice, isn't it, is it necessary?
It seemed that they could hear Walda Frey's gradually heavy breathing, and Clay jumped up from his lying position.

Fuck, this can't be done!Clay sighed inwardly.

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　The plot of Frey was something I had thought about a long time ago, and it was not a matter of slapping my head. At least from my personal view of this family, the Freys have a very strong interest in marriage. They all join Frey's blood, and Clay, as the young master of White Harbor, is such a big favorite, it is impossible not to tempt these very hungry Freys in a certain sense. This is why I designed this plot What I want to express, thinking about the original conditions for Rob to cross the bridge, and the Freys marrying Edmure Tully after repenting their marriage, are all the continuation of this idea.

　　
　
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