Chapter 28 Behind the Assassination

"Grandpa, there is something I must tell you."

Clay's words and solemn expression made Earl Wyman slightly more interested. In his impression, his grandson had never spoken to him so seriously.

"Oh, what do our Northern warriors have to say to me?"

Clay dropped his sword, sat next to his old man, and organized his words:

"Grandpa, I encountered an assassination in Winterfell."

With just one sentence, Earl Weiman's hand touching his gray beard froze in mid-air, his eyes widened, and his mouth was half-opened, unable to speak.

But this state only lasted for a second, and Earl Weiman's already red face turned red.

The old guy stood up angrily. There is still someone in the north who dares to kill his grandson. Who is it? !

The first thing that came to his mind was the old Skinner, Roose Burton, who lived in the Dreadfort in the north of him.

The fiefdoms of the two families are connected together, and there have always been territorial disputes over a tree, a well, and a village.

When he was young, he once led the cavalry to confront the Bolton family's spearmen near Horwood City, and almost ended up fighting.

If Duke Stark hadn't led his troops to directly surround the two of them, the two families would have been bleeding like rivers by then.

Therefore, when Clay became his heir but was assassinated, the first thing Earl Wyman thought of was his old rival.

With a stern face and a voice as hard as stone, he asked:

"Is it the old peeler?"

Seeing Clay stunned for a moment and then not nodding, Count Wyman's gray and thick brows came together.

If it wasn’t Old Skinner, then who would want to harm his grandson? Thinking of Clay’s actions in Winterfell, the old earl was suddenly startled and blurted out:

"Is it the queen?!"

Clay shook his head again. He didn't want the old man to guess needlessly here. Most people wouldn't think of Petyr even if they thought about it.

Clay gave the answer directly.

"Sent by our Lord Chancellor, Petyr Baelish."

Hearing this name, the old earl stopped pacing back and forth. As an older generation of nobles, he was not familiar with this name, but the name of the Minister of Finance was still very loud after all, and he quickly locked it in his memory. A figure with a narrow smile appeared.

But then, he became a little confused. Why did the finance minister kill his grandson? Was he interested in the wealth of White Harbor?

This was a stupid idea, because if he really cared about the golden dragon of White Harbor, Littlefinger should have done blackmail instead of assassination.

He didn't doubt Clay's intentions at all, because Clay had no reason to deceive him.

After all, he was a great nobleman who had been the leader of the clan for decades. He didn't understand why Littlefinger did it, but he quickly caught a trace of something wrong and asked.

"Wait a minute, Clay, why didn't I hear Lord Eddard say anything about this, and why didn't the White Harbor Guard give me any feedback on this?"

Looking directly at Clay, Count Wyman was waiting for his answer.

"Because I am the only one who knows about this matter from beginning to end. No, Lord Ed also knows about it, but not completely."

"You alone know? Where is the assassin?"

Clay did not answer this question, but started another topic:

"At that time, I was trapped in a dungeon. Anyone who assassinated someone would think it was Lannister. And our Lord Petyr took advantage of this and wanted me to set Stark and Lannis on fire. The particularly strife-ridden Mars.”

"I subdued the assassin, pried the real murderer out of his mouth, and then I let him go, because as long as this assassin exists, the outcome will be the same whether he is dead or alive."

"Littlefinger wanted me to light a fire, but I didn't get what he wanted. His conspiracy can be implemented on others, but he can't do it here."

After saying this, Clay closed his mouth. Only his grandfather and grandson were left on the school grounds. At this time, it was so quiet that he could only hear the sound of the mermaid flag fluttering in the wind.

The old man pursed his lips and looked ugly.

His intuition told him that there were too many things buried under the water, and this assassination, as Clay said, was just a move by Littlefinger to drive a wedge between the lion and the wolf.

Although he was angry that his grandson had been used as a pawn for no reason, he was more afraid. People in the north had always been too closed-minded about news from the south.

In his eyes, the Minister of Finance, the Minister of Intelligence, the Chief Bachelor, etc. are equivalent to the three symbols of a golden dragon, an eye, and a necklace.

"Just let that assassin go and tell me who he is. I still have some power in my hand. As long as his status is not too high, I can kill him."

As if he had expected that his old man would be angry at him for letting the assassin go, Clay replied with a smile:

"Don't worry, he can't run away!"

"oh?"

Clay was confident, he said:

"That man himself is a small noble in the royal family. I asked him to send a raven letter to our dear Lord Petyr saying that I had been killed, but obviously, I appeared alive and well in the White House. Hong Kong, little finger will know about this soon."

"So, Littlefinger will compare the assassin's letter with the news that you are alive, and he will definitely conclude that the assassin himself lied. As a noble of the king's territory, he must have a foundation in the king's territory and cannot escape at all."

Earl Wyman followed Clay's thoughts and immediately understood Clay's plan. This kid had no intention of doing it himself. He wanted to use Littlefinger's own hands to clean up the door.

"Wait a minute, how can you be sure that he will definitely give the raven to Littlefinger? How can he be so stupid?"

Count Wyman keenly discovered an obvious flaw in this plan.

But what answered him was Clay's chuckle.

"Don't worry, he will definitely do this, because he has encountered a force that he cannot resist."

"What's the meaning?"

Earl Weiman's relaxed brows clashed together again due to exhaustion. He didn't understand Clay's words. What is a force that cannot be resisted?

At this time, he saw Clay raising his left hand toward the distance, making a gesture that he couldn't understand.

The palm is open, the index finger is bent and pressed against the upright middle finger, and the remaining three fingers are stretched forward and separated.

Just as a confused look appeared on his face, Earl Wyman heard Clay softly utter a word:

"Igni!"

The firelight made the old count's eyes red, and the raging flames made him feel the heat in this cold northern land.

Looking at the charred land and the burning weeds, Earl Weiman stared blankly at his somewhat unfamiliar grandson, his mind at a loss.

At this time, he heard Clay's slow but firm answer:

"He will definitely do this, because he cannot resist the power of magic..."

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