Chapter 54 Sleepless Night

With the strong smell of perfume filling his nose, Clay walked stiffly, answering Walda Frey's obviously prepared questions one after another.

As a man, of course he likes women's compliments, but when he knows clearly that these words are completely prepared, the sense of accomplishment brought by this gene dissipates faster than a wisp of smoke.

Walda Frey's clothes are also very particular. To put it bluntly, they are very close-fitting. It seems that she wants to show off her reasonably sizable bust. During the dance between the two, Clay felt a lump more than once. Or two soft balls touch his body.

He avoided it gently. Clay didn't blush at all, and nothing happened. It was especially important to keep an eye on his little brother at this time. After all, the Frey family had many tricks on him, and he knew exactly what they were doing with him. .

Interestingly, while holding Walda Frey's waist and spinning him around, Clay noticed a dark figure leaning against a thick stone pillar in the hall. Clay always felt that the way this guy looked at him Very unkind, how should I put it, like a love rival?

Tsk, I knew there would be such right and wrong. Clay complained in his mind that Walder Frey's family was extremely large, and it was normal for the men and women below to not be able to control their own crotches.

When the song ended, Clay didn't hold back at all. He simply let go of Walda Frey's hand, smiled politely at her, blocked her somewhat resentful gaze with his back, and turned around to return to his seat. .

Clay did not touch the cup that had been placed on the table before, but asked the passing waiter to get another cup. Although as a witcher, he was not afraid of these ordinary poisons at all, if there were any, but to be on the safe side, He changed his drink anyway.

He knew that his behavior would be seen by Marquis Walder Frey on the high platform, so what? There is no point in expecting yourself to drink alcohol carelessly in a place you are unfamiliar with as soon as you come here, except for making people think you are a fool.

After clinking the cup handed over by Sir Steveron, Clay heard the other party's question:

"Master Clay, my granddaughter is not bad. To tell you the truth, my granddaughter is the most beautiful one on both sides of the Green Fork River."

The words were very explicit, and Clay could only laugh and echo a few words. He looked at Walda Frey who had returned to his seat and was chattering with a group of Frey female family members, and sighed in his heart.

It is estimated that she didn't know who she was a month ago, but now she has approached him with the will of her family, and even seduced him. How sincere can this be? I'm afraid no one but herself knows that fate is really unpredictable.

At the end of the banquet, Clay counted and danced with Ser Stevron's two granddaughters, as well as Geoffrey Frey's granddaughter, and with Aenys Frey's ten granddaughters. The three-year-old granddaughter talked about her experience in Essos.

Oh, by the way, there is also Essie Frey, the daughter of Simon Frey. This girl is higher than the Freys mentioned above in terms of seniority, but she is one or two years younger than Walda Frey.

In short, after the banquet full of Frey girls finally passed, Clay felt a deep exhaustion, as if his body had been hollowed out, despite the strong nerves of the demon hunter.

Both the guests and the host were happy, at least on the surface. When Marquis Walder Frey needed to leave early to rest due to his age, the banquet became even more lively, with crude yelling and women's screams coming from time to time. It was simply It's a chaotic dance of demons.

Clay found an opportunity, pretending to be too drunk, and let the White Harbor Guard Captain who finally appeared to save him help him back to the room.

"Master, are you... okay?" After confirming that no one was outside, the guard captain asked the two of them to stay outside and closed the door behind him. Then he looked at Master Clay, who suddenly woke up, and asked doubtfully.

"In your mind, how could your young master let these Freys get me down so easily?" Clay said angrily, glaring at the guard captain sideways.

Even the stupidest person realized that the young master was pretending to be drunk. The captain of the guard rolled his eyes and didn't know what to think about.

Clay noticed something was wrong with this guy's eyes. He looked back and forth on his body. After holding it in for a long time, the guard captain said carefully:

"Master, we won't be guarding the door for you tonight. If you need anything, just call us loudly." After leaving these incomprehensible words, the guard captain quickly left with an inscrutable expression that all men understand. .

What the hell? Wait, what are you guys thinking about? Clay was extremely speechless. He didn't worry that these people would really care about his safety, but he really didn't realize what the expression just meant.

Time passed quickly, and the moon outside the window had moved a considerable distance in the night sky.

At night, the hustle and bustle of the Twin River City gradually disappeared, and Clay knew that the banquet should be over for good.

He planned to stay here for a week, and then find a reason to let his old man summon him back with a raven. In fact, it didn't matter how he went back, because this invitation was not in the name of an engagement at all.

With White Harbor behind him, Clay doesn't think that these Freys will break the contract with him and give him a Frey woman, unless...

Thinking of this, Clay seemed to have some realization. He somewhat understood the meaning behind what the guard captain called the "silver smile".

At this moment, in the darkness, he heard the sound of the door being opened gently, and the lock being opened...

Who is this? Clay's heart tightened, and his hand had already touched the long sword specially placed on the bed.

The sword is always unsheathed, which will save Clay the time to draw the sword when he is really in danger.

But then, he smelled a scent of perfume that was getting stronger and stronger. It was slightly familiar. He recognized this smell because he had smelled it just a few hours ago.

Walda Frey, my God, why is she here?

The next second, with his eyes open, Clay used the bright moonlight to see Walda Frey who crept into the house and had already changed his clothes.

She probably didn't expect Clay to be awake at all. When she saw Clay's eyes, Walda Frey was obviously startled, and the expression on her face changed continuously.

"Miss Walda Frey, it's so late, you..."

Clay was also embarrassed and decided to speak first to break the silence. However, before he could finish his words, he saw Walda Frey's hand already resting on her shoulder strap.

At this point, Clay would be a fool if he didn't understand what she was trying to do. She was trying to cook raw rice into cooked rice, wasn't it? Is this necessary?

It seemed that one could hear Walda Frey's gradually becoming heavier breathing, and Clay jumped up from his lying position.

Damn it, you can’t do this! Clay lamented inwardly.

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I have thought about the plot of Frey for a long time, and it is not something that I just slapped my head on. At least from my personal perspective on this family, the Freys have a very strong interest in marriage, and they are extremely keen on bringing together the major nobles. They all join Frey's bloodline, and Clay, as the young master of White Harbor, is such a big attraction that it is impossible not to attract the attention of these very hungry Freys in a sense. This is why I designed this plot. What I want to express, think about the original conditions for Rob to cross the bridge, and the Freys' marriage to Edmure Tully after repenting of their marriage, are all a continuation of this kind of thinking.