Chapter 18 Conversation

Clay eventually returned to the dungeon.

He was surprised that Duke Stark did not ask how it made the assassins retreat. It seemed that it was not important at all. This lord only cared about the results.

The wolf and the lion maintained a semblance of peace, although this peace seemed so fragile.

After this incident, Duke Stark issued an order allowing the White Harbor Guards to temporarily replace the dungeon guards to ensure Clay's personal safety.

However, Clay heard a piece of news from Sir Roderick. He might not stay in the dungeon for long, because his old man, the patriarch of the Mandalay family, Earl Wyman, had already led 100 plate armored cavalry. Heading towards Winterfell at full speed.

This small amount of troops does not pose a threat to the king and the Stark family in Winterfell. It is simply an act of the Earl of White Harbor to show his strength and demonstrate to the Lannister family.

Clay could clearly feel the reverence in the eyes of these guards looking at him.

Some of these people responded to the Lord's call during the Usurper's War and raised troops south. Therefore, like Lord Eddard, they were extremely dissatisfied with the Lannister family.

But they had no choice but to return to the ice and snow in the north to scold their mother because of Duke Tywin's powerful troops and countless gold.

In their view, in order to protect the honor of the family, Clay killed the Lannister without saying a word, and accomplished what they wanted to do but failed to do, so they had a great impression of Clay.

In the dungeon, Clay welcomed three guests, three brothers from the Stark family.

"Robb, Jon, Bran, what are you three doing here?"

Clay pointed to the wooden chair placed in the corner. The three of them didn't mind it being dirty, so they took a look at it and sat down.

A glance at Bran's waist told Clay that Bran hadn't climbed the remaining tower yet.

"Come and see our heroes in the north. Father has never allowed us to come see you. This time the guards were replaced by your guards, so we sneaked in." Rob scratched his head and said a little apologetically.

Young people in the north have simple minds after all. After a while, the three Lang brothers have already regarded Clay as a true friend.

"Father said that you are a true northerner, and my brothers also said the same." Bran, who was still a little one, said cutely.

Clay smiled happily, but surprise and thought flashed across his eyes. After becoming a demon hunter, Clay's body was very sensitive to magic. However, in his field of vision, Bran's body was covered with magic. Thread-like magic.

No, this is not normal!

The last time Clay saw Bran, it was at the king's banquet. He was not sure whether Bran had been entangled with this mysterious magical thread or if it had just appeared.

But in any case, something is definitely wrong, because Clay didn't see it in Robb and Jon, who are both brothers, so this matter has nothing to do with blood.

What's going on? Isn't this a world of low demons?

For a moment, Clay suspected that this was not the world of ice and fire at all, but when he thought about it, he felt relieved. He himself was the biggest loophole in the world, and he couldn't tell anyone else.

However, where there is thread, there is a source. Clay really wants to know that someone in Winterfell City is trying to compete with him for the magic monopoly. How can this be done? !

He prayed in his heart that his old man would come quickly and it would be best to scare the queen away so that he could leave this hellish place quickly. He wanted to get out now more than ever.

"I have to make a badge from now on to match my identity." Clay whispered to himself. No one heard him clearly. Jon asked:

"What did you say Clay?"

"Ah...it's okay. Can you tell me what happened outside?" Clay quickly changed the subject.

Rob glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said in a tone that seemed to be a smile but not a smile:

"Then let me tell you, Master Clay..." The last title was specially lengthened.

He organized his thoughts and continued:

"After you were imprisoned in the dungeon, I heard that our King and the Queen had a big quarrel. His Majesty did not go to the Queen that night, but chose to spend the night with the three daughters of Winterfell."

Robert visibly clicked his tongue when he said this. Obviously, his hormones have begun to secrete in large quantities. He probably envies King Robert to some extent. Unfortunately, Catelyn controls him too strictly. He can only watch but not taste. This makes Rob very sorry.

"My father has told everyone in the family not to have contact with the queen and those people anymore, and I no longer need to play with the abnormal-minded crown prince to act for the adults." Robert curled his lips.

Clay understood that those few days with Joffrey must be one of the most humiliating times in Rob's life.

"I really didn't expect how King Robert could have such a crown prince." Jon said.

As an illegitimate son, he had never met the Crown Prince Joffrey a few times, and he had never communicated directly with him, but his intuition told him that the Crown Prince did not smell of a stag at all. Disgusting lion stench.

"Yes, Joffrey looks nothing like our King. To be honest, I think he is more like a regicide and a queen."

Robb looked at Jon and agreed with his words, not noticing the strange expression on Clay's face.

Sighing inwardly, Clay thought that this might be the reason.

No one would take the initiative to check Joffrey's identity, but he was helpless because he looked so much like his uncle, there was nothing Baratheon about him.

The current three deer brothers, Stannis and Renly, have very good feelings for Robert. If Joffrey looked exactly like young Robert and smelled like a man, the two of them would not be with Robert. Immediately after his death, he rebelled.

It can only be said that it was all the fault of adults. Joffrey could not decide who his parents were. The fact that he behaved so hysterically later had a lot to do with his mother's education.

"Where's Vera?" Clay thought of his sister.

"Oh, how could you do this, brother..." Rob rolled his eyes at Clay.

"It's okay. Father has already taken her into the main castle, and she sleeps with Sansa at night. Don't worry, when Lord Wyman arrives, father will hand over your sister to him."

Nodding, if that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

Jon took out a small pocket from behind, took a small stool to serve as a tabletop, and took out the contents.

"what?"

"Hey, see for yourself."

There was a small jar inside. As soon as Clay opened it, the strong aroma of wine filled the empty cell.

"Jon, father won't let..." Good boy Rob frowned subconsciously, and soon he realized that what he said was extremely boring. Besides, he was also very greedy.

The two brothers blocked the ignorant Bran from seeing him.

So, in the small dungeon of Winterfell, the young generation in the north passed around a small bottle of wine and laughed loudly.

The protagonist is in jail because of the plot needs. You can't kill the Lannister and nothing will happen. But indeed, I will end this part as soon as possible and let the protagonist come out.

Generally speaking, I want to express a protagonist with growth potential. After all, it would be cool if he just promoted everything at the beginning, but soon there would be nothing to write about. If that were the case, why didn’t I set it up as a Gundam? It’s a template, right (laughs).

I am very able to listen to your opinions. I welcome you to discuss the plot issues as they are. If I think it is reasonable, I will definitely adopt it, but please don't be arrogant. Everyone on the Internet is not very patient. Please forgive me.