Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 67 Every family has a hard-to-read scripture
It was almost the same way that Clay came to the Twins from White Harbor, except that after arriving at the King's Road, he went east to White Harbor to reach the seaside, and the place where he was attacked had to continue north along the King's Road.

Traveling all the way through the starry night, Clay heard many curses and complaints from the soldiers of the Frey family. All that was heard by Aenys Foyle, the response was a heavy horsewhip with a piercing sound.

But the 200 white harbor cavalry who followed him rarely complained. For them, slaughtering their white harbor caravan made them very angry. The straight temper shaped by the harsh environment in the north kept them silent , I just wanted to find these bastards and hang them on the tree.

This is a short distance, and the more north you go, the harder it is to walk. The once straight and spacious King's Road has not been allocated a single golden dragon for maintenance during Robert Baratheon's reign for so many years.

New shoots of plants grew in the rammed earth road, and the roots continued to drill down, breaking the whole piece of soil into pieces.

From such trivial matters, we can see what the rule of the Baratheon family in King's Landing is like. The surface is bright and beautiful, but the foundation is already rotten. When the prestigious Robert died under the tusk of a wild boar, Baratheon's country is fragile and will fall if pushed.

At night, Clay, Aenys Frey and a group of more than 300 people set up camp near the King's Road.

Being in the middle of the army, Clay didn't have to worry at all about anyone daring to attack the 300 armed cavalry. If he really wanted to eat up the 300 of them silently, he would have to dispatch 1000 of them, not even one less.

The secret whistle spread far away, and Clay and Aenys Frey sat in front of a lighted bonfire. An unlucky wild deer was dealt with by the guards, hung on a branch, and stood on top of the flames.

This was the third night they left the Twins, and Clay was waiting for Aenys Frey outside the door of Walder Frey's study. Aenys Foyle, who came to him, was finally about to speak.

Pulling out a sharp dagger that shone coldly in the moonlight, Aenys Foyle cut off a piece of bloodshot muscle from the deer's leg, stuck it on the tip of the dagger, and put it into his mouth. Clay could hear That crunching sound.

"Master Clay, who do you think can do this kind of thing? You and I know very well that there are hundreds of people who can't do it."

Aenys Foyle was the first to start the conversation. He endured until today, and finally came out of his camp to find Clay, because according to the schedule, they would arrive at the scene at noon tomorrow.

"Sir, I should ask you. Hundreds of armed men appeared on the territory of the Frey family without anyone noticing. What do you think I can know? If it is a bandit, there is such a large-scale army near the Twin River City." Are the bandits armed?"

Aenys frowned, his originally pale face was reddened by the flames, and one hand subconsciously pinched the little beard. After a long time, Aenys Foyle gave the answer.

"You know, I am responsible for a large part of the affairs outside Twin River City. As far as I know, there have always been a few small-scale bandits in the area under the jurisdiction of Twin River City, but there are not many people. There are only more than 30 people."

"So, theoretically speaking, the total number of these small bandit groups can add up to 100 people?"

Clay was not surprised at all about the bandits. There were few bandits in the northern border, not because the people in the northern border were of high quality, but because the land was vast and sparsely populated, and he had to starve himself to death to occupy the mountains and become king.

But for the densely populated southern border, in this era when ruling ability is extremely scarce, three or five deserters, bring their own equipment and go into the woods, and the business will be done. Unless there is too much trouble, those who hide in the castle The noble lord will not send troops to exterminate them.

"Oh, them?" Aenys Frey sneered, and continued:

"Indeed, in terms of the number of people alone, it is really possible that they did it, but do you think there is no conflict among these bandits? It is impossible for them to join forces to do business together, unless King Robert brings Going to them with a sack of golden dragons might bring them together temporarily."

Nodding, the bonfire fell into silence again. Clay knew that Aenys Foyle definitely did not come here to discuss who the murderer was with him. This topic has been discussed too much in the past three days, so there is no need to come here specially.

"Master Clay, there is no one else here. I think we should change the subject. For example, you and your sister's marriage contract."

After going around and around, Aenys Frey finally brought the topic back to this.

Clay frowned, his voice was cold:

"Ser Aenys Frey, I think I made it clear to you that day on the eastern wall of the Twins that I have no say in this matter."

Clay was also speechless. Why was this Aenys Frey so keen on marrying his Manderly family? There are so many nobles in the Seven Kingdoms, and there are many people who urgently need to marry off their daughters.

Unexpectedly, Aenys Foyle, who heard Clay's rude refusal again, didn't mean to be angry at all. Instead, his face was covered with a smile of unknown meaning. He took a sip of ale and said in a low voice:
"Lord Clay, you don't have to say these things in front of me. Why didn't you say you couldn't make the decision when you killed Lannister in Winterfell? Listen, I want to negotiate a deal with you."

Eyes narrowed, Clay didn't speak. He really wanted to know what Aenys Foyle was planning.

"My father is already 90 years old. Except for the old butler who has been with him for decades, he doesn't believe in anyone now. Don't look at him when he sees you, he seems to have a good relationship with my elder brother Stevron Very well, let me tell you, the old man is most wary of him."

"He knew very well in his heart that my eldest brother, Stevron, is over 60 years old, and it is impossible to say that one day he will not be able to survive him. Do you know what this means? Not only Stevron, but also his sons and grandchildren, and even We all hope that the old thing will die soon."

When there were no Frey soldiers around, anyone could hear the disgust in Aenys's voice when he talked about his family members.

"In order to ensure his own safety, the old man forcibly assigned me a part of the authority that was originally my eldest brother. Otherwise, he will be the one who came out with you this time."

"I still remember what Steve Lun said in private. When he becomes a Marquis, he will definitely kill me. He promised the Seven Gods!"

Looking into Clay's eyes, Innis's wet eyes were bloodshot, and he said the most vicious words word by word:

"In this case, I can only send them to see the Seven Gods before they attack me."

(End of this chapter)