Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 66
Following behind Ser Aenys Frey, this was the fourth time Clay stepped into the tower that symbolized the highest power in the Twin River City. This time, he wanted to say goodbye.

He had long been used to the eyes of the Foyles who could be seen everywhere looking at him. After stepping on countless damp and dark black floor tiles, Clay followed Aenys Foyle to the study on the top of the tower.

The moment he opened the door, Clay felt a gust of hot air blowing towards him. Obviously, someone lit the fireplace in the study, which led to such a large temperature difference between inside and outside.

Just such a small detail, Clay keenly felt that the years were still eroding Walder Frey's body like a dead wood bit by bit. Now he couldn't feel the chill at all, but this 90-year-old man But lit the fireplace.

Time is fair to most people, this is the will of the gods, but in this world, there are always some creatures who resist this will, such as the red god priests in the south, and those hiding in the north The servants of the cold god in the snowstorm, of course, and Clay himself.

The door hinges creaked, and Aenys Foyle led Clay into the room. Fiery red sunlight leaked in through the half-closed window, crawling slowly on the black oak tabletop.

The owner of the Twin Rivers City was currently covering a thick animal skin blanket, burying his body in a chair and dozing off with his eyes closed. Clay noticed that there was a letter from a raven on his desk.

He probably heard the sound of footsteps. It took Walder Frey five seconds to change himself from a drowsy state back to the perverse and stern Lord Marquis. He looked at Clay and Aenice who was standing next to him. · Frey.

After a while, the thin old man let out a harsh question, and he shouted to his son:
"Innis, you imbecile thing, why didn't you notify me when the guests came? With a son like you, I feel like I'm living in the seven hells. What makes you even have time to say hello to your father? No?"

Clay was stunned, not understanding where Walder Frey's sudden outburst of anger came from. How could he lecture his son like this in front of outsiders? Isn't this a joke?
"Let's talk about you, my distinguished guest of Baigang, tell me, come here with my stupid son, and make a fuss about my dream of entering the bodies of girls. What is it for?"

Frowning slightly, Walder Frey didn't seem to care whether these words were on the table at all. A young man in his teens and 20s was speaking, and Clay could completely understand what he said.

But if the person who said this was a 90-year-old man who just married a girl, and said this without any scruples, it would be somewhat indescribably ugly and disgusting.

"Master Marquis, I have received news that my caravan in White Harbor was ransacked in the north of Twin River City, near the Neck. Many people unfortunately died there. As the heir, I need to go there immediately."

This is a greeting. If the guests want to leave, Walder Frey, as the host, must send or return the horses to them. This is regarded as the termination of the guest's rights.

"Oh, that's right... the seven gods bless you, and pray that those poor people will return to the embrace of the seven gods soon."

Originally, it was nonsense with little nutrition, and it was just words of consolation for face, but if the person who said it was smiling and not smiling, and paired with a weasel-like face, this so-called comfort would not be felt at all.

Moreover, it seemed that the Lord Marquis had received the news long ago, and he was not surprised at all.

The head without a single hair was slightly lowered, and then lifted up after a few seconds. Maybe this is mourning?It didn't matter, though, and the lost White Harbor souls probably wouldn't like the condolences from Foyle either.

"Okay, you go away, Innis, you go and return the horses to our friends from White Harbor, take some people, and go to that place to have a look, after all, this is south of the Neck, where the Green Fork River flows, It still belongs to our House Frey."

The following words became rambling, and Clay couldn't understand it vaguely. Ennis Frey, who was standing beside him, gave him a pull, and then took the lead in saying hello to his father, then turned his head and walked away. left the room.

Clay, who understood, followed suit and exited the study room that smelled like burning wood.

Outside the door, Ser Aenys Frey was leaning against the dark wall and waiting for him, with one hand resting on his chin, playing with his silver-white beard, which seemed to be what he was most used to one of the actions.

They stared at each other in silence. In the long corridor as deep as a tomb, there were only Clay and Aenys Frey. The only bystanders were probably the flickering candle lamp on the wall.

"About my previous proposal, Clay Mandler, let's discuss it later. I don't care where you got the news. I'll tell you what I know now."

After a pause, he continued:
"The time of the attack probably happened last night. The first person who discovered it was the leader of the merchant who passed by the next morning. That place is the northernmost knight fiefdom of our Frey. After the guy got the news, he immediately told him with a raven. I."

"As for who killed it, how it was killed, and how many people, to be honest, I don't know. It happened at night, and apart from a pile of corpses, there was nothing left to prove their identity."

"So, as the heir of White Harbor, the people who died of White Harbor will of course go. I, as the heir of the Frey family, have such a mysterious army that can eat dozens of people silently appear on the family land. Bandits, you must go and have a look."

He shrugged, with a sense of helplessness in his voice:
"This is not my task, it is my elder brother Stevron's, what a pity, he has other things to attend to now, so, go, my friend of White Harbor, take your army, I am at the gate of the city Wait for you, we'll talk on the way."

……

Although it was already evening, Clay was not someone who would go back to his house to sleep and let the corpses of the White Harbor caravan wait for him for another night. Apparently, Aenys Foyle was also eager to know what this mysterious force was. who.

Riding his horse out of the city, Clay in full armor returned to the protection of 200 cavalrymen again. Under the reflection of a torch, he and the 100 Frey cavalry gathered together headed northward at starry night, and brutal killings took place there. The bloody place galloped away.

Before leaving, he had released the raven with the news, and his old man would receive it as soon as possible, no matter whether it was for this batch of formula ingredients or not, with the old man's keenness, Clay believed that he would definitely think of this.

What has been lost cannot be found, and the safety of the caravan still on the way is the top priority.

(End of this chapter)