Chapter 142 Accident before leaving

At night, the sea breeze was blowing gently. At the top of Poseidon Tower, the house that Clay had set on fire to hatch Galesos had been thoroughly cleaned by Count Wyman and restored to its original appearance.

At the dinner table in the evening, Uncle Willis did not show too much surprise that Clay was going to Essos, although he did not know what Clay had arranged on Eldest Sister Island.

In his opinion, his nephew has become the pillar of the family who can take charge of his own affairs. To a certain extent, he understands the old man's thoughts better than himself, and Willis also has his own considerations.

Although the old man will kick off his legs to meet the Seven Gods one day, and the title of Earl of White Harbor will fall on his head Willis for the time being, he himself understands that his body cannot support such a big person no matter what. Of the Manderly family.

Therefore, including himself, his younger brother Wendel, and the old man, they all acquiesced, skipped Willis, and provided all the family's resources to Clay, the third generation heir.

Willis himself had no objection to this arrangement. In his opinion, the Seven Gods had already given him two daughters. It was his destiny not to have a boy. There was no need to compete with such a dazzling nephew.

Whatever he wants to do, on the premise of ensuring the interests and safety of the family, he can do whatever he wants, and he will fully support it.

Under this general premise, Clay's trip to Essos was not hindered in the slightest. However, before actually leaving Westeros, Clay had to make some arrangements to feel at ease.

"Look at it this way, White Harbor is really beautiful. I've been in Westeros for so long, and I haven't taken a closer look at this port. Now, I'm leaving again. Tsk, I, the young master of White Harbor, am really It’s not worthy of its name.”

In White Harbor at night, in addition to the dots of lights, the lighthouse outside the harbor is still shining tenaciously, guiding several captains who dare to enter the harbor at night to the dock for unloading.

Now, the Seven Kingdoms from south to north, except for the northernmost North Territory and the southernmost Dorne, are all caught in the flames of war. Even the Riverlands, which has an armistice with the Western Territory, has been destroyed because of the army. Bandits are now rampant and civilians are crying everywhere.

The iron fleet of the Iron Islands is busy trying to capture a few more fortresses along the coast of the West before Lord Tywin's reinforcements arrive in the West. Anyway, the adults in the West have a lot of golden dragons in their warehouses.

The fleet of the River Bend was moved near Storm's End by their king Renly to prevent his good brother Stannis from raiding the empty Baratheon family castle from the sea.

As for Stannis himself, under the persuasion of the Onion Knight, he decided to put the witch Melisandre, who had been persuading him not to land rashly, on Dragonstone Island, and gathered all the fleets to rush towards King's Landing.

As a result, there is actually no fleet that can move freely on the entire east coast of Westeros, except for the Mandalay family fleet in White Harbor.

Therefore, the trade in White Harbor has become more and more prosperous at this time when the Seven Kingdoms are at war. At least, the business in King's Landing and Stormlands is no longer possible. There is only Seagull Town, which still faces Stan at any time. The Royal Fleet of Nice was surrounded.

Don’t think that Stannis is as stubborn as a stinking stone in a latrine, and he will be rigid and unchangeable. Although he takes the law as important, in the current environment, as long as the ship you come to Westeros is loaded with It's useful materials such as food. Stannis deducts it from you without any negotiation.

Therefore, the trade between the Trade City Gang and the east coast of Westeros was almost completely cut off. Merchant ships came to White Harbor one after another. White Harbor made a lot of money just by collecting taxes.

It can be said that the longer the war drags on, the better it will be for White Harbor, but now, Clay has to leave here.

Before leaving, he had a few things to do.

First, he had to compile an outline of witcher potions and training methods. The family needed to send people to collect the potions. After this battle, I believe that there will be no one left in the two territories of the Riverlands and the North. Dare to rob the Mandalay family's caravan.

Second, Clay must deal with the White Sea Guards. These people were somewhat useful before the war, but they were of little use once the war came. Clay decided to adjust their methods, and the objects of surveillance also had to change. changed.

Thirdly, as the de facto commander-in-chief of the White Harbor Army, he still had to organize the army and hand it over to his father Wendel, who was busy chasing pirates all over the world. The old man from Twins City took away a thousand people, so what? not enough.

Clay must ensure that once the south encounters a surprise attack, White Harbor can quickly pass through Bite Bay and deliver 2,000 troops toward the Twins.

Being in the unlucky place of the Riverlands, all these preparations and plans must be made. Again, there is no shortage of food in White Harbor, which is why Clay dared to do this so boldly.

After finishing these things, Clay couldn't waste any time. He had to leave for Changjie Island immediately. According to the old man, Galesos was already old enough to be ridden. In this case, Clay didn't have to take it by boat to Erebus. Soos.

Moving a chair and sitting on the highest place in White Harbor, Clay imagined what Galesos would look like when he grew up. To be honest, what would this giant dragon that had never appeared in history look like when it grew up? Majestic look?

Clay felt that Galesos' newly hatched blue scales dotted with golden stripes should look better than Daenerys's three dragons.

To be honest, although he has some inherent impressions of Daenerys in his heart, who knows what kind of Mother of Dragons Clay will be able to see during this trip to Essos.

Regardless of whether she is as beautiful as the rumors say, in fact, with Clay's current status, to a certain extent, he is a noble on the same level as Edmure Tully and Robb Stark. heir.

Moreover, he has no engagement and no historical baggage to carry. As long as he lets it out and says that he wants to find a beautiful wife, don't worry, anyone in the Seven Kingdoms who thinks his daughter can take advantage of her will come. Give White Harbor a try.

Just kidding, the Mandalay of today is not the Mandalay of the past. The Mandalay family, which owns White Harbor and the Twins, which together cover two-thirds of the land the size of the Riverlands, is one of the Seven Kingdoms. One of the most powerful nobles in the world.

Moreover, there is Clay, a young heir who is good at fighting. Who wouldn’t want to win over such a family? If he can marry a daughter to become the future mistress, it will be a huge improvement to the strength of his family. .

Therefore, as long as Clay wants to, he will never be short of women, but the problem is that none of these women can provide him with enough help to realize his ambitions.

Throughout the Seven Kingdoms, Asha Greyjoy, whom Clay had met once before, gave Clay the impression that she was a female pirate. Moreover, Clay felt that her openness in her private life was a bit too much.

As for the Riverlands, Hoster Tully was Edmure's precious son. One of his two daughters was Robert's mother, Lady Catelyn, and the other was the mistress of the Eyrie. He was devoted to Littlefinger's Lysa Tully. Leigh, Clay has no sexual interest in women of his age.

As for the Reach, well, our Rose of Highgarden, Miss Margaery Tyrell, is probably looking at her nominal husband at this time, and her brother Loras, the Knight of Flowers, is inseparable every day. Staying alone in an empty house and a living widow.

Speaking of Dorne, the Sand Snakes are said to be good-looking, but none of them are direct descendants. As for Prince Doran’s daughter Arianne, a lord in the north wants a daughter of Dorne. To be honest, it’s really hard to of little help.

When the war breaks out, let’s talk about a practical issue. How do the armies of both sides coordinate and command? It takes more than a month for a raven to come and go. Even if Clay has a dragon, he can’t use two pieces of land as a messenger. There is no such thing as this war. Law fight.

Finally, there is the Stark family, Lord Eddard’s two precious daughters, Sansa Stark and Arya Stark. Not to mention the younger one, Clay doesn’t even know where she is now. .

It was not that Clay had never considered becoming Duke Ed's son-in-law, but this idea was completely abandoned after the old man asked his sister Wilfield to be taken away by Duke Ed.

He understood the old man's helplessness. During this sensitive period, the Mandalay family had to hand over a hostage like the Stark family. Clay certainly couldn't do it, so it would have to be his sister Wilfield's turn.

As for whether she will be a maid in the Stark family or become Robb Stark's woman, no matter what, with the Clay and Manderly families around, no one dares to bully her.

Duke Ed is not stupid, letting Wilfield be bullied. Once Clay finds out, this will create trouble for the sensitive relationship between the two parties.

There is a rumor circulating among the princes in the North that the reason why Clay used such cruel methods against the Frey family is because a certain son of the Frey family wanted to marry Wellfield or Vera.

He must have said something that made Clay Manderly lose his temper and kill the Frey family personally. A fire completely burned a prosperous family into a piece of history. ash.

After thinking about it, it's really funny that Clay can't find a suitable marriage partner in Westeros.

The sea breeze lifted his forehead, and the moonlight stretched his shadow very long on the stone floor. After shouting for so long, he rarely found a moment of silence.

However, this silence was soon broken by the sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase. The witcher's hearing was very keen. The sound was still far away from the top floor, but Clay could hear it clearly. Chu.

Clay didn't recognize the footsteps, but he wasn't nervous. First, he kept his sword in his hand. This was a habit left over from all the wars. Second, this is the Poseidon Tower, the core of the entire Mandalay family. Who dares to plot evil here?

Clay sat calmly in his chair, his eyes still fixed on the night below, which looked a little erratic in the port. He was looking forward to who this visitor was.

"Come up, it's okay."

Clay said something to the door of the circular staircase. He heard something interesting from the visitor's footsteps, because the closer the footsteps came to him, the more hesitant they seemed. In the end, they simply stopped. It seems that this last step weighs a thousand pounds.

"Sir... I'm sorry to bother you so late."

The voice in the darkness was young and somewhat familiar, with an unconcealed panic, as if he was afraid of meeting Clay.

"It's okay. Come here and get a chair by yourself. It's an interesting thing because someone can't sleep like me at night. Besides, it's not convenient for others to see you clearly if you always stand in the dark, right?"

Clay smiled and pointed to his side. No matter who it was, he must be looking for something in the middle of the night, and it was probably something he couldn't talk about during the day.

The cold moonlight finally shone on the visitor's face. Clay glanced sideways and suddenly understood why he came to Poseidon Tower and no one stopped him all the way to him.

This person was the guard Clay met at the door of the old man's study before he left. He had talked to him about the love token from his fiancée, and promised him to be his witness.

He came to him. At this time, Clay definitely didn't believe that he was looking for him to fulfill his promise to host his wedding. Although Clay would definitely complete it, he believed that the guard would not be stupid until midnight because This comes to you.

"Sit down, don't be formal, you know what I am like in the family, there's no need to be so nervous, right?"

Clay remembered correctly, the guard named Juventus did not relax much because of the young master's words. He pulled a stiff smile on his face, moved a chair, and gently placed it beside Clay, only Half of the butt is resting on the chair.

He knew that in the family, especially in ordinary times, Clay didn't have the airs of a noble young master. There was no need to be too polite when dealing with him, as that would only arouse the young master's disgust.

"Tell me, if you have anything to do, come to me. I think your fiancée shouldn't be so anxious and come to me to host your wedding, right? If you are too anxious, it doesn't matter. I can go tomorrow, but you have to Give me a charter."

Clay smiled and tapped his fingers on the armrests of the chair, waiting for the other party's answer. He was really curious about what kind of answer the Juventus guard would give him.

"Sir...you are joking, Mana, no, don't be in a hurry..."

Juventus explained awkwardly, the corners of his mouth twitching. Obviously, it was a very painful thing for him to tell the purpose of tonight.

Clay waited patiently without looking at him. He originally wanted to take a good look at the night view of White Harbor tonight, and he had plenty of time.

"Sir, do you think that those who kill their relatives will really be rejected by the gods and unable to integrate into their embrace after death?"

Juventus was silent for a long time, his face constantly changing in the night sky, and finally he spoke, asking Clay a very strange question.

Parricide?

This question made Clay frown. He looked sideways at Juventus and replied:

"It's best for people to live in the present. It's meaningless to think so much about what happens after death. If you don't understand it, how can you talk about death?"

There was another long, suffocating silence. Clay didn't know what kind of help or hindrance his answer would bring to Juventus, because he had no idea what Juventus was thinking.

"My lord, I... report to you, my brother Eli, he... he is the eyes of the southerners, doing things for them!"

As soon as the tapping fingers stopped, Clay twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is interesting.