Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 6 Honor cannot be tarnished
"It's hard to imagine, who taught you your sword skills? This is not the way your father used the sword."

In the school grounds, Clay, who was sweating profusely, completed a set of basic wolf school sword skills with his fastest speed. A huge half-handed sword drew traces of death around him.

Sir Roderick squeezed his chin covered with gray beard and couldn't help sighing.

In the eyes of him, an expert who has used swords for decades, if Clay's swordsmanship is coupled with stronger strength and faster speed, the effect in close combat is far stronger than the swordsmanship he mastered.

This made him doubtful. As far as he knew, the swordsmanship of the Manderly family in White Harbor was in the same line as that of Winterfell. When Wendell competed with him, it was nothing more than his big man. The swordsmanship was actually much rougher than his own. .

"Essos is a land of filth, but Jazz has to admit that sometimes useful things can be found in the trash."

Clay answered irrelevantly, and pushed the origin of this set of sword techniques to Essos' travels.

For the small nobles of traditional Westeros, their impression of Essos is nothing more than a few words: iron treasury, trading city-state, slavery, Dothraki barbarians, Valyrian ruins.

Except for those materialistic trading city-states, there is no word related to the chivalry and sense of honor flaunted by the nobles of Westeros. They are all barbaric and violent. Except for the nobles, no one is interested in that land.

"Rob, is there any news from Maester Luwin from White Harbor?" Clay turned and asked Rob, who was teaching his younger brother Bran how to archery.

"Maybe, a raven came to Winterfell this morning, and my father's face was not very good, so I didn't dare to ask." Leaving the reluctant Bran behind, Rob lowered his voice and said.

This was already the third day that Clay stayed in Winterfell. According to the flying speed of the raven, today should be the day when Winterfell received White Harbor's reply. Clay believed that his old man would not delay.

In the past three days, Clay has become familiar with the Stark brothers and sisters, but Bran and Rickon are still young and a little shy, and his younger sister, Vera, has already become one with the two young ladies of the Stark family. They huddled together and muttered to each other, which had made the disciplining nanny complain several times.

Clay's trip to Winterfell, in addition to proving his identity to the entire northern border, is more important to himself. In fact, he is to get in touch with the Godswood of the Stark family. His goal is the largest forest in the entire northern border. That weirwood.

The belief in the old gods is deeply rooted in the entire northern region. Unlike others, he knows very well that the weirwood itself is actually rich in magic power, and Clay's thirsty magic pool needs it to be filled.

As for the sentinel bark, the final ingredient of the grass decoction, Clay is not too worried. As long as he has the opportunity to go out of the city, he can find this kind of tree in the huge wolf forest. However, if it takes too long, the effect cannot be guaranteed.

While everyone was chatting, a Winterfell guard wearing a direwolf hood entered the school grounds and whispered a few words to Sir Roderick.

"Rob, and Clay, Lord Ed is looking for you, you go to the study of the main castle to meet him." Sir Roderick interrupted everyone's chat.

Clay and Rob looked at each other and nodded. Clay had never been to the main castle, so he had to be taken by Rob.

In the study, Ed Stark stood in front of the fireplace.

"You are here." Duke Ed's voice was calm, but his entire face seemed to be frozen together, with ice that could not be melted even in midsummer.

He looked at Clay first: "Clay Manderly, Earl Wyman's reply to prove your identity has been received, and I have ordered the bachelor to explain to the entire northern border."

Hearing this, Clay was slightly relieved, at least with the backing of the Mandalay family, at least he had a place to live in in troubled times.

But then he felt strange that this letter seemed unreasonable to make Duke Ed in a bad mood. Now it is estimated that picking a piece of carbon from the fireplace will be extinguished by the temperature on his face.

"Now, Clay, go back and bring your guards. Rob, go and call Bran and the others, and follow me out of the city. An oath-breaker will be judged."

On the way back, the bewildered Rob frowned, not noticing the stiff expression on Clay's face following behind.

Clay screamed in his heart, if there were no accidents, the so-called oath-breaker was the deserter who survived the ambush by the White Walkers.

After so much, Clay finally found his place in 298 A.C. of Conquest.

From a bystander to a witness, an inexplicable sense of excitement filled his body, and he hurriedly separated from Rob. An order was issued that all White Harbor soldiers must assemble within half an hour.

The captain of the guard who led the team resolutely carried out Clay's order, kicking and beating, and finally re-arranged the White Harbor guard who had become lazy in Winterfell into a neat formation.

Half an hour later, the cavalry teams of the two families left the north gate of Winterfell amidst the sound of rumbling horseshoes.

The prisoners who have been captured have already been taken to an abandoned manor outside Winterfell, which is the execution ground for the Stark family to enforce the laws of the kingdom.

More than fifty riders stopped at the gate of the manor, and the direwolf flag and the mermaid flag were flying high. Bran, who was watching the execution for the first time, was a little scared, and he was afraid to look behind Jon.

The prisoners who had fled all the way here from outside the Great Wall had chilblains all over their bodies, and the black uniforms of the night watchmen were torn, revealing their livid bodies.

Clay knew why Duke Ed's face was as cold as ice. He valued honor and disliked this kind of deserter who broke his oath. Instead of the nobles in the south, if the deserter had some money in his family, he might be able to buy his life. Here, being beheaded is the only ending.

He understood Duke Ed's purpose for calling him here. As the leader of the northern border, he wanted his juniors to understand the importance of law and honor, which of course included Clay, the heir to White Harbor.

The prisoner was pushed down on the beheaded hardwood, and Clay knew very well that his fear was not only because of death, but also because of the unknown carnage in the ghost forest.

Duke Eddard got off his horse, and Theon Greyjoy, who Clay hadn't seen a few times, handed him the family sword of the Stark family, Ice.

He took off his gloves, took up the black Valyrian greatsword with both hands, and said in a loud but unspeakably dull voice: "King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, the King of the Seven Kingdoms In the name of Robert I of House Baratheon, Ruler and Warden of the Realm, I, Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to death."

With a swing of the sword, the head fell to the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the grass in the execution ground.

(End of this chapter)