Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 60 Front and Backstage
Clay, who was in the center of the focus, couldn't do these things himself. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, and the captain of the guard who was always by his side was also not suitable.

There were 200 people from the White Harbor Guard who came to the Twin Rivers. The most inconspicuous of them were the ones who were really suitable for this job. At the same time, they didn't know the meaning of carving things on the outer wall of the church. Even if he is interrogated, he won't reveal his secrets, because this person really doesn't know.

After setting foot on the southern land, the Old God has no power here, which means that the ubiquitous eyes of the Three-Eyed Raven loses its function, and Clay does not have to worry about leaking secrets for the time being.

As for the Northern Territory, he couldn't stop the Three-Eyed Crow from spying on him for the time being, but the Three-Eyed Crow didn't dare to do anything to him. Bran and the Heart Tree were his deathbeds.

After receiving the ordinary piece of paper, the captain of the guard recognized that it was the most common piece of letter paper.

Open it, looking at the special trident pattern in the center, the captain of the guard was at a loss. He didn't understand what his young master was doing. The Mandalay family also believed in the Seven Gods. Is this a special prayer ceremony? ?
Clay ignored him, he believed that he didn't need to repeat it a second time, these guards would get things done.

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The city wall turned around, and the condition of the north wall and the south wall were similar. The feeling of damp filled every wall brick, but there were still no major flaws.

This meant that Clay couldn't find a place to make a concentrated breakthrough, so he had to resort to other methods.

A group of people went down the wall from the city gate. Clay looked at the sun that had climbed high in the sky, and prayed that he would not meet another Foyle this lunch.

But things were not as he wished, and just as he was about to leave, Clay was stopped by Sir Stevron Frey's characteristic hoarse voice.

"Clay, my father asked me to invite you to have lunch with him. I believe you will come, Clay, right?"

I was taken aback for a moment, what did Walder Frey ask him for?But he reacted quickly with a polite smile on his face.

He cursed a few times in his heart, but Clay couldn't do anything about it. After thinking for a while, he probably guessed what Walder Frey called him to do. It's useless to eat and ask himself some questions. it is true.

Stepping into the main castle hall for the third time, the mess caused by last night's banquet can no longer be seen at this time, except for the vague smell of wine in the air, there is no trace here.

A table with a length of six to seven meters was placed in the middle of the hall by the servants, and the seats were filled with extremely high-calorie food. Lord Walder Frey himself was sitting in the chair in the middle, concentrating on dealing with a fried food. Very crispy suckling pig.

It was very rare that Clay didn't see a woman beside Marquis Walder. For this old silver stick who couldn't do without a woman every day, this was rare.

There were only two chairs in the hall, one for Marquis Walder, and the other chair naturally belonged to Clay.

As the heir, Sir Stevron didn't get a chair here. The old knight quietly tore a chicken leg from a fat chicken at the table and hid it. After leaving, he closed the door of the hall very intimately.

It's all here, and Clay is not polite. He sits in his seat and starts looking for the food he wants to eat.

He didn't worry about being poisoned at all. His physique was completely immune to normal poisons. As for the high-end Walder Frey of the Tears of Rhys, he might not be able to get it, and even if he got it, there was no reason to use it on himself.

"You can do whatever you want, Mandalay kid. I'm an old man, and I can't eat much." Marquis Walder glanced at Clay and signaled Clay to take care of himself.

He didn't mention the purpose of inviting him here, and Clay just pretended to be stupid, chose some of his favorite food, and ate slowly.

The wine was really good, and Clay, the golden wine from Qingting Island, had a full bottle in his hand, so he got a glass for himself. Clay tasted the aroma of the wine, wondering how long this old guy could endure.

It took about half an hour for a meal, and neither of them was a fast eater. Clay had a problem with his own habit of chewing slowly, and Lord Walder Frey was simply struggling with his old chewing muscles.

Putting down his wine glass, Lord Walder Frey let out a sigh of satisfaction. Looking at Clay, who had also stopped his knife and fork, there was a trace of a smile on his face, and he finally asked:
"Boy Mandalay, it seems that you are very popular with my stupid sons these two days."

Knowing what he was talking about, Clay shrugged indifferently, his face remained unchanged, and his voice calmly replied:

"Indeed, I am very grateful to the Frey family for their hospitality. They are indeed...very hospitable."

Disdainfully let out a few snorts of laughter from his nostrils, Marquis Walder looked at Clay who was still pretending to be confused, and simply pointed it out.

"My great-granddaughter, Varda Frey, heard that she wanted to climb into your bed, but she didn't succeed in the end. Do you know what happened?"

When he said this, Lord Walder Frey's originally squinted eyes widened suddenly, capturing every change in the expression on Clay's face.

However, he was soon disappointed, because Clay's expression was like the surface of God's Eye Lake, without the slightest wave. The Mandalay boy answered his question slowly:
"Master Marquis, I don't know anything about Miss Walda. I believe that the Frey family has a strict family tradition. These are probably rumors."

Clay originally wanted to say that with a wise elder like you, how could you allow your son to behave like this.Later, I held back, although it was very cool, but there is no need to provoke the old man now.

After narrowing his eyes and staring at Clay's face for a while, Walder Frey exhaled, nodded, and said flatly:
"Yes, you are right, Boy Mandalay, this must be a rumor. It seems that some people should tighten their tongues."

Clay responded with a kind smile, but did not answer Lord Walder Frey's words.

Not gaining anything from this question, Lord Walder Frey changed the question, his blue-gray eyes were full of strange expressions:

"Then, boy of the Mandalay family, can you tell me what you and my brainless third son said on the wall of the East City this morning? But someone told me that he was waiting for you there specially. "

It was a fact that besides the White Harbor Guards on his side, there were also some Frey soldiers loyal to Lord Walder Frey present. It was impossible for Clay to deny that this hadn't happened.

He didn't know if Aenys Frey had been given all the information from him by his father, but that wasn't a big deal, he knew what to say.

(End of this chapter)