Chapter 57 Transaction

When his eyes met Aenys Frey's, Clay knew that the other person was waiting for him here on purpose.

It seems that there are quite a few Freys who care about themselves very much in the Twin River City. Clay thought, and while he was vigilant in his heart, he put a warm smile on his face and gave his guard captain a stop. He gestured and walked over by himself.

Although he didn't want to mess with the Frey family's mess, he couldn't leave the situation at hand because the two had already met. Clay couldn't let people say that Clay Manderly from White Harbor had met. The Freys turned and left.

This has nothing to do with his personal sense of honor, it's just that most people in the north and some people in the south are doing this.

What was originally fine will turn into trouble under the promotion of rumors. This is not what Clay wants to see.

He was not too far away from the guards. This was a very subtle distance. It could not be said that he was conspiring with Sir Aenys Frey, but it also ensured that the guards could not hear their conversation clearly.

Clay did not go directly to the position occupied by Aenys Frey. He pointed to the crenellations of the city wall on the side and walked over first.

Although Ser Aenys Frey is basically three Clays older, Westeros is obviously not a place with a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young. This is a conversation between the Manderly family and the Frey family, not between nobles. Talk about these things.

Leaning his body against the damp city bricks, outside was the lush forest when Clay came. Sir Aenys Frey followed and also leaned against a nearby battlement.

The two were silent and looking at each other. Clay was not in a hurry. He wanted to see what the third Frey who was waiting for him specifically had to say to him.

"Lord Clay, what do you think of our Frey family?"

After being speechless for about three or four minutes, Aenys Frey realized that the boy in front of him was a calm man. He would never speak first. In desperation, he could only ask this question, which had no standard answer. question broke the deadlock.

"My opinion is not important. The only thing you care about is the attitude of Marquis Walder Frey towards you, or in other words, the attitude towards the entire Frey family."

After coming here for the past few days, Clay can feel that Marquis Walder Frey has extraordinary control over the entire Frey family. Every family member is afraid of him, and at the same time, they are carefully trying to please him.

The lively banquet would suddenly become quiet with the old man's cough, even if it was just the Marquis himself who choked on his wine.

The Marquis himself can humiliate any family member to the point of complete and utter disgrace at will, even if some of them have been called grandpa or something else by their descendants.

I was very surprised by Clay's answer. Sir Aenys Frey didn't expect Clay to give any nutritious answer. Unexpectedly, this answer from this seemingly good-looking Manderly boy directly talked about him. heart.

Nodding slowly, Sir Aenys Frey, who was already in his fifties, understood that he could no longer judge the rather young Manderly in front of him based on his age.

"You are right, my father has been sitting in that black chair for decades. From the time I was born to the birth of my grandson Genos, who is now seven years old, my father is still firmly Sitting in that chair. Oh, my brother Steve Lun and his bastards are so pitiful. They have been waiting for decades."

When saying these words, Sir Aenys sighed deeply with regret, seeming to feel deeply unfair for his brother Sir Steveron's long wait.

Clay also had a rather regretful expression on his face. In fact, the vigilance in his heart was at its highest level, because even a fool could understand the meaning of Aenys Frey's words. It was obvious that he felt his brother was aggrieved. It's him!

More importantly, he would not be surprised at all by saying these words to any Frey or Clay, but why would he say these words to himself, an outsider from White Harbor? What is he going to do?

We've only met once, so we're not familiar with each other at all, right? Aren't you afraid that I will turn around and tell your father, Lord Walder Frey, directly?

The smile on Clay's face remained, and he felt that his smile was about to deform, but after saying those irrelevant words, Sir Aenys Frey seemed to have forgotten what he had just said, and turned to A new question was asked.

"Lord Clay, I heard that your grandfather, Lord Wyman, seems to have two granddaughters whose reputation is spread throughout the North. Oh, they are your two sisters."

Clay thought of his sister, Wilfield. If you look at her appearance, Wilfield is definitely worthy of what Inis Frey said about her reputation spreading throughout the North. As for Sister Vera, thinking of that little round face that had not grown up, Clay knew that this must be nonsense.

What is he doing with Wellfield and Vera? Clay already had a vague premonition of what Ser Aenys Frey was going to say.

Sure enough, as Clay expected, the bald old Frey with a gray mustache said what he said:

"Lord Clay, I heard that the two ladies of House Manderly are not engaged. How can this be possible? If my grandson, Robert Frey, named after King Robert, is lucky enough to marry one of the two ladies, Once the marriage contract is signed, then I believe that the Frey family will be your forever friends, of course this will require the help of you and the entire Manderly family."

By now, Clay has completely understood why Aenys Frey said such incomprehensible words to him before.

This guy is obviously also a guy who is well versed in the art of painting cakes. He first told himself that the Frey family was unstable and that neither he nor his brother Steve Lun wanted the Marquis to live too long.

Under this premise, Inis began to paint a picture for himself. He used his eldest grandson's marriage contract with Vera or Wilfield as a bargaining chip, telling himself that as long as the marriage contract was completed and the Mandalay family took action against him, Give him some backing and he'll reward Clay handsomely.

But Clay was a little strange, why was he so sure that he would get involved in this very crude idea of ​​his?

Whether the idea was a spur-of-the-moment idea or a well-thought-out idea, whether he was testing himself or sincere, Clay could understand one thing. Aenys Frey must have ambitions for the Frey family's inheritance.

There was no reason for Lord Walder Frey to send his third son to test him on this issue, so this matter could only be Aenys's own idea.

Throwing away the cake he drew for himself, Clay saw clearly his ultimate goal. What he actually wanted was for him to agree to marry Wilfield or Vera here, and in turn tie himself to his chariot. .

When the time comes, whatever he wants to do, unless Clay doesn't care about the safety of Wilfield or Vera, he can only support or acquiesce.

He cursed in his heart. Clay didn't hate others playing tricks on him, but he couldn't tolerate others treating him like a fool.

As for your grandson, the water in the Green Fork River won't even flow backwards! Clay thought to himself.