Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 98

Clay stayed on the island for two days. Looking at the very adaptable Gelesos, he finally felt relieved and returned to the port by himself.

Seeing that his young master finally appeared, these personal guards who had been reluctant to go to the island to find someone, finally let go of their hanging hearts.

They all noticed that when the young master came back, the big wooden box on his back was gone, but no one asked about the young master. If the young master didn't take the initiative to bring it up, they wouldn't ask.

They know what they should know, and never ask what they shouldn't know. This is the quality that a personal guard should have.

After the matter here was settled, Clay stepped on the warship and directly ordered to return.

Despite the headwind, Clay returned to White Harbor with the second batch of the White Harbor Fleet carrying the aborigines of the Three Sisters Islands on the evening of the second day after setting sail.

When he came back this time, he didn't inform anyone, and he didn't need any welcoming ceremony to show his status at this time.

After getting off the boat, under the escort of his personal guards, Clay rode his horse all the way to the old man's room.

When he arrived at the study, he happened to meet his father Wendell who was one step ahead of him.

"Seven Gods, Clay, you are looking for someone to cut your hair. You can't learn from me and Willis. We both have no hair. If you have hair, don't waste it."

The father saw the biggest change in his son at a glance. The hair that was originally neatly combed could now see the scalp at a glance, infinitely approaching the hairstyles of him and his elder brother Willis.

Wendell has always been proud that his son finally got rid of the trouble of hair loss and has a head of high-quality hair that even women would envy. Unexpectedly.

Seeing his son's appearance now, Wendell felt that he was heartbroken.

Clay touched the top of his head, but once he entered the Sea God Tower, he forgot and subconsciously took off his hat.

"Um... There was a problem with the scalp before, so clean up the scalp after cutting it."

Clay explained dryly, what can I say?There is no such thing as performance art in Westeros. The Manderly family's baldness problem is extremely disturbing for male family members.

Seeing that his father's brows were almost condensed into a bow, Clay quickly changed the subject, and then quietly put the hat on his head again.

Out of sight, out of mind, hope it helps.

"Father, do you have any suggestions for the army? After all, it's my first time leading an army on the battlefield."

Although his heart was full of longing and anticipation for the battlefield, he was a little apprehensive about letting Clay lead one or two thousand soldiers onto the battlefield.

Rarely, Wendell's face, which had always been kind, showed a serious expression.

He looked into his son's eyes, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious:
"Clay, I can't go against your grandfather's will, but let me tell you, leading troops to the battlefield is not going on an outing. Although I know you've seen blood, that's not the case at all on the battlefield."

"Every decision you make, it's best to discuss it with Sir Marlon, it's not that I don't trust you, some experiences can only be understood by those who have seen them."

"Also, it's a dishonorable suggestion. When charging, don't rush to the front. Honor is one thing, fate is another."

"Remember, no matter what, don't let yourself be too far away from our army in White Harbor. This is very important."

"Finally, treat your soldiers well. At critical moments, they will work hard for you."

He patted his son on the shoulder, Wendell's words were earnest, and he wanted to say something more but couldn't think of anything else. Right now, he still has tasks and needs to rush to the barracks immediately. The old man gave him a death order, and he must hand over one of the best troops to Clay.

Savoring his father's words carefully, Clay pushed open the door. He had to report back to the old man, and he had to listen to the old man for the next arrangement.

Sure enough, no accident, my old man was drinking again, this time it seemed to be a new variety, Clay looked at the bottle, but didn't recognize it at a glance.

Seeing his grandson come back, the old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Come back, your Galesos, settled?"

Clay nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the old man familiarly, then took out an upside-down wine glass from the plate, and held it directly in front of the old man.

Earl Wyman was taken aback, not understanding what his grandson meant, but when he followed Clay's gaze and saw the wine bottle in his hand, he still didn't understand what his grandson meant.

"You boy..." After cursing, the old man poured a full glass for Clay.

Clay brought the wine glass to his nose, and there was an inexplicable aroma in the dark brown wine, as if some kind of spice had been added.

I took a sip directly, and sure enough, the sourness of the wine was completely overwhelmed by this mysterious spice taste. Frankly speaking, this is a new experience that Clay has never experienced.

"Quarth's dream wine, I just found it out of the wine cellar. I don't know when I got it, but it tastes really good."

The old man shook his head and pointed to the wine glass in Clay's hand.

However, he was more concerned about the dragon than the luxurious wine, so he repeated what he said just now.

"Don't worry about Gelesos, dragons are much more powerful than any creature, flying unrestrained can make dragons grow faster."

This was Clay's answer, he could feel the slightly joyful mood of Gelesos flying in the sky.

Nodding, Clay is the master of the dragon. The old man didn't ask any more questions. Up to now, in a dream, he has been thinking about the extremely brilliant future of the family.

However, back to reality, he is still Earl Wyman who rules White Harbor.

"Clay, prepare yourself. Three days later, go to the barracks to report. I have prepared 500 full cavalry, 1600 heavy infantry and 200 longbowmen for you, a total of 2300 people."

The old man paused, his tone unnaturally majestic:

"Take them well, lay down the banner of our Mandalay family, go all the way west, on the King's Road, and join the army led by Rob Stark."

Clay knew that the number of this army had surpassed the army sent by the Mandalay family in another timeline, no matter in terms of numbers or equipment.

With this army in hand, Clay's right to speak in the northern army will also be improved. After all, it is still the same sentence, these soldiers, like him, are Mandalay first, and then the northern army.

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Three days later, Clay got up early in the morning, and after eating a sumptuous breakfast very seriously, in the hall of the Mermaid Palace, his sister Wilfield personally put on the most well-made personal armor for him.

With plain white hands, he buckled the blue cloak on Clay's shoulder armor, and Wilfield stopped his movements.

"Be safe, we are all waiting for your return."

Whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear, Wilfield looked at Clay and slowly backed away.

The younger sister, Vera, held Clay's usual long sword and sent the sword in front of her brother.

Taking up the sword means going out. Under the watchful eyes of the old man, Uncle Willis, and his father Wendell, Clay took his own sword.

"Raging sea and raging waves!"

Earl Wyman's voice resounded through the Mermaid Palace again. Immediately afterwards, all the members of the Mandalay family present yelled out this family motto that has been passed down for thousands of years at their highest volume.

Leaving with great strides, Clay, under the watchful eyes of his personal guards, the White Harbor Army, stepped onto the dark horse, and a Mandalay family flag was violently waved by him.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes sounded, the mermaid flag was raised, and the army marched westward
As a preview, the entire chapter will start at 4k+ tomorrow. I always feel that the writing of these two thousand-word chapters is not good. Complete a small plot.

Tomorrow, two chapters will be combined into one, and I wrote two chapters myself. I feel that I can say more things, which is very good, and I will probably continue this mode in the future.

See you guys tomorrow!
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