Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 57 Trading
When his eyes met those of Aenys Foyle, Clay knew that the other party was waiting for him here on purpose.

It seems that in this Twin River City, there are quite a few Freys who care about him very much, Clay thought, and at the same time he raised his vigilance, with a warm smile on his face, he gave a stop to his guard captain. Gesture, and walked over by himself.

Although he didn't want to mess with this mess of the Frey family, he couldn't get out of the current situation, because the two had already met, and Clay couldn't let people say that Clay Manderly from White Harbor met The Freys turned and walked away.

This has nothing to do with his personal sense of honor, it's just that most people in the north and some people in the south follow this pattern.

It was okay, but under the impetus of rumors, it will become something. This is not what Clay wants to see.

He was not too far away from the guards, which was a very delicate distance. It could not be said that he was conspiring with Ser Aenys Frey, but it also ensured that the guards could not hear their conversation clearly.

Clay didn't go directly to the place occupied by Aenys Frey himself, he pointed to the crenelation of the city wall beside him, and walked over by himself first.

Although Sir Aenys Frey is basically three Clays in age, Westeros is obviously not a place with a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young. This is a conversation between the Manderly family and the Frey family. Talk about these things.

Leaning himself against some damp city bricks, outside was the lush forest when Clay came. Ser Aenys Frey followed and leaned against a nearby battlement.

The two were silent, and they were also looking at each other. Clay was not in a hurry, he wanted to see what the third Foyle, who had been waiting for him, had to say to him.

"Master Clay, what do you think of our Frey family?"

After being speechless for about three or four minutes, Aenys Foyle realized that the kid in front of him was a master who could hold his breath. He would never speak first. In desperation, he could only ask this question, which had no standard answer. The problem broke the deadlock.

"My opinion is not important. The only thing you care about is the attitude of Lord Walder Frey towards you, or in other words, towards the entire Frey family."

After being here for the past few days, Clay could feel that Lord Walder Frey had extraordinary control over the entire Frey family. Every member of the family feared him, but at the same time carefully sought his favor.

The lively banquet will be silent for an instant with the old man coughing, even if only the Marquis himself is choking on the wine.

The Marquis himself can humiliate any family member at will, even if some people have been called grandpa or others by later generations.

I was very surprised by Clay's answer. Sir Aenys Frey didn't expect any nutritious answer from Clay, but he didn't expect that the answer from the Mandalay boy who looked like a good-looking boy directly talked about his heart.

Nodding slowly, Sir Aenys Frey, who was over 50 years old, already understood that he could no longer use his age to judge the rather young Mandalay in front of him.

"You're right, my father has been sitting in that black chair for decades, from the time I was born to the birth of my grandson Genos, who is now seven years old, and my father is still firmly Sitting in that chair. Oh, my brother Stevron and his sons, poor thing, have been waiting for decades."

While saying these words, Sir Aenis sighed deeply with regret, as if he felt deeply unfair for his brother Sir Stevron's long wait.

Clay also showed a rather regretful expression on his face. In fact, the vigilance in his heart has been raised to the highest level, because the meaning of Aenys Frey's words can be understood by fools. Where does he feel that his brother is aggrieved? It's him!

More importantly, he would not be surprised to say these words to any Foyle, but why did he say these words to himself, an outsider from White Harbor, and what is he going to do?
We've only met once, don't we know each other at all?Are you not afraid that I will turn around and tell your father, Lord Walder Frey, these words?

The smile on Clay's face has been maintained, and he felt that his smile was about to change shape, but after finishing those nonsensical words, Sir Aenys Frey seemed to have forgotten what he just said, and turned to A new question was raised.

"Lord Clay, I heard that your grandfather, Lord Wyman, seems to have two granddaughters who are well-known throughout the northern border, oh, they are your two sisters."

Clay thought of his older sister, Wilfried, if but judging from her appearance, Wilfried would definitely be worthy of the so-called fame spread across the North from Aenys Frey's mouth. As for Sister Vera, thinking of that little round face that didn't grow up, Clay knew that this must be nonsense.

What did he mention Wilfried and Vera?Clay already had a vague premonition of what Ser Aenys Frey was going to say.

Sure enough, as Clay expected, the bald old Frey with a gray mustache said his words:
"My lord Clay, I have heard that neither of the two ladies of the Manderly family is engaged. How can this be possible? Once the marriage contract is concluded, then I believe that the Frey family will be your eternal friends, and of course this requires the help of you and the entire Mandalay family."

By now, Clay had fully understood why this Aenys Foyle had said such inexplicable things to him earlier.

This guy, who is obviously also well versed in pie painting techniques, first told himself that the Frey family was unstable, and neither he nor his brother Stevron wanted the Marquis to live too long.

Under this premise, Innis began to draw cakes for himself. He used the marriage contract between his eldest grandson and Vera or Wilfried as a bargaining chip, telling himself that as long as the marriage contract is completed and the Mandalay family is in his hands Back him up, and he'll reward Clay handsomely.

It's just that Clay is a little strange, why is he so sure that he will mix this very crude idea of ​​his?
Regardless of whether this idea was improvised or well-thought-out, whether he was testing himself or sincerely, Clay could understand one thing. Aenys Foyle must have had ambitions for the inheritance of the Frey family.

Lord Walder Frey had no reason to send his third son to sound him out about this, so it could only have been Aenys' own idea.

Throwing away the big pie he drew for himself, Clay saw his ultimate goal. What he wanted was actually to agree to marry Wilfield or Vera here, and in turn tie himself to his chariot .

At that time, whatever he wants to do, unless Clay doesn't care about the safety of Wilfield or Vera at all, he can only adopt an attitude of support or acquiescence.

Cursed in his heart, Clay didn't hate others playing tricks on him, but he couldn't tolerate others fooling him.

As for your grandson, the water of the Green Fork River can't flow backwards!Clay thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)