Chapter 382 The conference begins

Clay's expression management is pretty good.

After seeing the face buried in his memory, he was just surprised for a moment, then tried hard to control his gaze and moved to Soros next to him.

He now somewhat understands that this red-robed monk from Myr is probably a matchmaker.

The person who really wanted to see him was probably the person in front of him who was completely beyond Clay's expectations.

However, Clay said:

"Emissary of R'hllor, tell me why you are here."

Clay didn't show them their seats because he couldn't let down his guard against these two guys.

In this continent of Westeros, Clay can pretend to be indifferent to most people.

Because Clay can mostly grasp their ideas.

However, the two people in front of him were variables. Clay had no way of knowing what they were thinking or why they came to see him.

Although Clay believed that his guards had taken all their weapons to a safe place.

But Clay doesn't know, or is very clear about, Ancient Blood's incredible ability in battle.

Maybe you can handle it yourself, maybe you can't, but no matter what, there's no need to risk your life, right?

"Your Majesty Clay Manderly, I am Thoros from Myr. I have also spent some time in this city of King's Landing and in your current palace."

Soros saluted.

To him, the guy in front of him was half an ally, an ally against the Cold God.

Before Melisandre left, she specifically explained to him her stance towards Clay Manderly.

Before he swung his sword at the Red Temple, everyone was an ally.

"This... um... to be honest, Your Majesty, this time, it's not me who wants to see you, but this young lady. I hope that no one else can hear the next conversation."

Soros said bravely.

Um?

Clay frowned, and he suddenly understood why Soros said this.

Because he is also a red-robed monk, and like Melisandre, he knows his identity as the agent of the power god.

However, looking at Ciri's slightly confused expression in front of him, it was obvious that Thoros should be the second-hand information Melisandre told him, and had never seen the scene where he used the seal.

"You know, this is a very excessive request for His Majesty. Why should I agree to have such a dangerous private conversation with you? Soros, speaking of it, this is the first time we have met. This trust, 伱How to give it to me?"

Clay asked with a smile.

Now that trouble has come to the door, Clay has to deal with it and give himself more time to think about the conversation that may happen next.

Soros opened his mouth and was speechless at Clay's question. Shiri, who was standing next to him, wanted to express something, but Soros stopped him with his eyes.

"Your Majesty... I'm afraid, I can't give you what you want."

Soros held it in for a long time and could only say helplessly.

Clay is right. This is the first time for everyone to meet. Just because of Melisandre, we can't become good brothers who can have fun together, right?

At this time, Xili couldn't hold it back anymore and interjected:

"Um...Your Majesty, what do you think of the enemies outside the Great Wall? That's why we're here!"

Soros was heartbroken.

According to the tradition of Westeros, civilians theoretically cannot have such a conversation with the king directly, unless the king initiates it.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as an infringement of royal authority.

He quickly explained:

"Your Majesty, this...this...Miss Exili, you don't know the rules here, you..."

His words were interrupted by Clay's raised palm.

This is a very strong gesture, which means to silence immediately.

Thoros is not a red-robed monk who is like a magician. On the contrary, he has been in King's Landing for many years. He is quite secular, so he also recognizes Clay's authority more.

In desperation, he could only choose to shut up.

Pray there that what Ciri said just now did not anger the king Clay Manderly.

At this time, he unexpectedly heard Clay's voice:

"Krison, take your people and rest. You are not needed here for the time being."

Kristen, who was accustomed to obeying Clay's orders and knew the level of his boss, didn't think that an unarmed red-robed monk and a woman he didn't know could pose any threat to Clay.

Therefore, without a word of nonsense, he waved his hand and left with a few Kingsguards selected by Clay.

Since the king had something confidential to discuss, they left.

Don’t listen to what you shouldn’t listen to, Kerrison knows his position very well.

"Okay, now there is no one here, tell me why you came to me."

"I don't have much time, so let's not talk nonsense and just get down to business."

Clay poured himself a glass of wine, but quietly used his other hand to bring a sharp dagger to his hand.

The room is small and a long sword is not suitable for use, but this dagger is more effective.

He must be careful, who knows what Xili is looking for?

"Your Majesty, I hope that in this conversation, I will talk as a priest of R'hllor, and you as the agent of the Ability God."

Soros said.

Clay nodded. He understood. He was familiar with the dialogue between magicians. He had done this a lot in Winterfell and the Great Wall, so he had rich experience.

"Okay, as you wish."

Clay saw that Soros was obviously relieved. Apparently, he was relieved that he had finally let go.

"Your Majesty, what I am going to say next may be a little hard for you to accept..."

Soros was organizing his words, and Clay had already had a hunch.

Don't you just want to tell me that Xili is from the outside world? Don't worry, I will know even if you don't tell me.

Clay couldn't say that he was the same, so this drama had to continue.

Indicating the other party to continue, Clay leaned back in his chair.

"I am not from your world, Your Majesty. I traveled here and hope to get your help."

Xili took the initiative to speak. Her character did not allow her to hide behind.

travel?

Tsk, when did you learn to talk nonsense? Did the Wild Hunt agree?

Clay complained in his mind.

From this point of view, in the timeline over there, there should be no incident where someone from Jie showed off his power to support Eredin.

Judging from the situation in front of him, Clay can probably confirm this.

"Oh? This is indeed a very surprising statement to me, but Miss Xili, how can you prove this?"

Clay wasn't too surprised, just a little acting.

Xili didn't speak. It was Soros's turn to speak:

"Your Majesty, can't you feel the magic power in this girl in front of you that is as bright as a burning torch in the dark night?"

"I confirm that this is not the magic of our world. I believe you can feel it."

Clay Xin said, then how dare you confirm that I am from your world?

"I know, that's why I just agreed to have this conversation in the capacity you say you are."

He turned his gaze back to Xili, took a look, and continued:

"I don't care where you come from. Now, you are on my land, so tell me what you want."

Shiri was a little surprised. The king in front of him was easier to talk to than Soros had described to him.

In this case, she didn't talk nonsense. Kuang Lie was here, and the king was also in trouble.

So she said:

"Your Majesty the King, I want you to know that the enemy you face in the north is different from what you expected."

Clay didn't want to play charades with her here, it was boring.

"Of course I know that they are not the servants of the Cold God, but they can use cold magic. So, miss, what do you want to say, are you related to them? Or are they here for you?"

As efficient as ever, which is a rare quality.

Xili felt that she understood why this king was able to sit in this position.

She nodded and said:

"Although I don't want to admit it, they are really here for me."

Okay, this is enough for communication, any more will be meaningless.

Clay pretended to change his expression, thought for a while, and then said:

"You, and the red-robed monk beside you, will wait in King's Landing for a while. After I finish handling the matters here, I will lead the army north. When the time comes, you must accompany me."

Clay looked at Soros:

"R'hllor contributed too little in this war. If you continue to hide behind and watch, by the time the war is over, my nobles will not agree to the Red God's faith developing in their territory."

This is not a threat, it is just like a transaction. Whatever you give me, I can give you an equal amount in return.

Otherwise, how could there be so many good things for free in this world?

Soros remained silent. This was not something he could decide alone.

The Red Temple has always had a wavering attitude towards Westeros' war against the Cold God.

This is not the time when the long night falls and the power of the cold god is raging crazily.

Now, Soros knew very well that the young king in front of him was capable enough to control the crisis north of the Neck.

To be honest, most people will not be threatened by the Cold God.

The Red God does have the responsibility to fight against the Cold God, but everything he does has a cost, and it is normal to want a return after spending the cost.

From the perspective of the Red Temple, Westeros is now completely under the rule of Clay Manderly, and even the lineage of the old gods in the north are at his feet.

They are still not sure about Clay Mandler's belief attitude towards this new country.

What if they defeated the Cold God on behalf of Clay Mandler, resulting in heavy losses for themselves, and arousing the desire of Clay Mandler, a "heretic", to conquer Essos?

Who stipulates that Essos is allowed to conquer Westeros and not the other way around?

Everyone in the Dahong Temple is also a human being, and people have selfish motives. It is completely normal to think this way.

But the more this happens, the harder it is to expect the nobles of Westeros to accept the Lord of Light's faith. Thoros understands, but there is nothing he can do.

"I will bring your thoughts to the throne of my Lord."

Soros could only answer this.

Clay nodded.

"You can leave now. When you go out, find Kristen, my Kingsguard, and tell him to find two rooms for you to stay in the Red Keep. There will be a lot of people in King's Landing recently."

Soros bowed, and Xili also bowed as the Romans do.

Clay waved his hand, indicating that the two of them could leave.

When the door was closed and Clay was the only one left in the room, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes in deep thought.

This is the case that was finally solved. Why did Kuang Lie come to join in the fun with him when he had nothing to do.

But well, let's make peace with it now.

The war continues for a while longer so that Clay can continue to integrate all of Westeros.

Anyway, judging from the previous battles, Wild Hunt is just like that.

Not a big problem.

…

"What an impressive king."

This is Shirley's assessment.

After the two returned to the room assigned to them by Kristen, Ciri took the initiative to find Soros.

The red-robed monk shrugged slightly. It was strange that the founder of the dynasty, like Aegon the Conqueror, could be easy to get along with.

For Xili, relying on the power here to defeat Kuang Lie, or at least delaying them, will give her time to find a way to resist the magic suppression here and reactivate the ancient blood.

Moreover, she always felt a little guilty about the disaster she had caused.

Therefore, she was not dissatisfied with Clay's arrangement.

She has traveled through many worlds and met many rulers who were far inferior to Clay.

In comparison, this king is much easier to talk to.

Moreover, there is some magic in this world itself, which also makes it easier for your words to be accepted, and will not be regarded as nonsense and cause trouble.

At least that's what she thought.

Two days later, the two of them witnessed the last big shot to arrive.

The Duke of the North, Bran Stark, who was in his early teens, came from Winterfell.

Although the magpie's nest has been occupied by doves, it is obvious that this body has not stopped growing.

Many nobles heard the news and wanted to chat with Duke Stark in advance to see what attitude the North had towards this big meeting.

An ally or an enemy.

Each family has its own interests and demands, and no one knows whether their demands are also favored by others.

They never saw Clay, and the words of other families could only be heard, but they didn't count until the verdict was finally handed down.

However, Brynden Rivers was also the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms in his early years. How could he not understand what these people were thinking?

This is because he is only in his teens and is easy to bully.

So, he also followed Clay's example and didn't see anyone when he came. He didn't show up from where he stayed until Clay summoned all the nobles in the city for a meeting in the throne room.

Such cunningness surprised many people.

It seems that this time, they will have another opponent competing for the cake.

In the 304th year of the Conquest Calendar, King Clay Manderly, who unified the entire territory, held a nationwide meeting of nobles in King's Landing.

The North is headed by the Stark, Karstark, Amber, Glover and other families.

In the valley are the nobles who survived the war, including the branches of the Arryn family.

Almost everyone in the Reach is here, except for those families entangled in the borders of Dorne.

The newly surrendered Lannister family, as well as some remaining families from the Stormlands in the West, also came to King's Landing.

In the Riverlands and the Iron Islands, the kings and nobles have been waiting for a long time.

Thus, this competition for interests finally began.