Chapter 67 Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite

It was almost the same route that Clay took from White Harbor to the Twins, except that after reaching the King's Road, he returned to White Harbor and walked eastward to the seaside. For the place where he was attacked, he needed to continue north along the King's Road.

During the starry night journey, Clay heard many curses and complaints from the Frey family soldiers. Everyone who was heard by Inis Frey responded with a heavy whip with a cracking sound.

But the 200 White Harbor cavalry who followed him rarely complained. For them, the slaughter of their White Harbor caravan made them very angry. The harsh environment in the north made them silent. , just want to find these bastards and hang them from a tree.

This is a short distance, and the farther north you go, the harder it becomes. The King's Road, which was once straight and spacious, has not been allocated a single golden dragon for maintenance during the many years Robert Baratheon has been in power.

New shoots of plants sprouted from the rammed earth pavement, and their roots continued to drill down, breaking the entire soil into pieces.

From such small things, you can see what the rule of the Baratheon family in King's Landing is like. On the surface, it is glamorous, but in fact, its foundation has been rotten. When the famous Robert died under the tusks of a wild boar, Baratheon's empire was so fragile that it fell down with just one push.

At night, Clay and Aenys Frey and more than 300 people set up camp near the King's Road.

Being in the army, Clay didn't have to worry at all that anyone would dare to attack the 300 armed cavalry. If he really wanted to kill these 300 people silently, he would have to dispatch 1,000 people, not even one less.

The whistle dispersed far away. Clay and Aenys Frey sat in front of a lit bonfire. An unlucky wild deer was taken care of by the guards, hung on a branch, and placed on top of the flames.

This was the third night they left the Twins. Clay was waiting for Aenys Frey. Outside the door of Walder Frey's study, he didn't finish his words. It seemed that he made a special trip tonight. Aenys Frey, who came to see him, finally spoke.

Pulling out a sharp dagger that shone coldly in the moonlight, Aenys Frey cut off a piece of bloodshot muscle from the deer's leg, inserted it into the tip of the dagger and put it into his mouth. Clay could hear That crunchy chewing sound.

"Master Clay, who do you think can do this kind of thing? You and I both know very well that hundreds of people can't do it."

Inis Frey was the first to start the conversation. He endured it until today, and finally came out of his camp to come specifically to find Clay, because according to the distance, they would be at the scene at noon tomorrow.

"Sir, I should ask you this. Hundreds of armed men appeared unnoticed on the territory of the Frey family. What do you think I can know? If they are bandits, there are such large groups near the Twins. Are the bandits armed?”

Inis frowned, the firelight reflected his originally pale face. One hand subconsciously pinched the small beard. After a long time, Inis Frey gave the answer.

"You know, I am responsible for a large part of the things outside Twin River City. As far as I know, there have always been a few small-scale bandit groups in the area under the jurisdiction of Twin River City, but there are not many people. There are no more than thirty people."

"So, theoretically speaking, the total number of these small bandits can be enough to make up a hundred people?"

Regarding the bandits, Clay was not surprised at all. There were few bandits in the north, not because the people in the north were of high quality, but because the land was vast and sparsely populated. To rule the country, one would have to starve oneself to death.

But for the densely populated southern border, in this era when the ability to govern is extremely scarce, three or five deserters can take their own equipment and go into the woods, and the business will be done. Unless the commotion is too fierce, the people hiding in the castle The noble lord will not send troops to exterminate them.

"Huh, them?" Aenys Frey sneered, and then said:

"Indeed, judging from the number of people, it is really possible that they did it, but do you think there is no conflict between these bandits? It is simply impossible for them to join forces and do business together, unless King Robert brings A sack of golden dragons goes to find them, and I think it can bring them together for a while.”

Nodding, there was silence again around the campfire. Clay knew that Aenys Frey came here not to discuss with him who the murderer was. There had been too many discussions on this topic in the past three days, so there was no need to come here specifically.

"Master Clay, there are no other people here. I think we should change the topic. For example, you and your sisters' engagement issues."

After going round and round, Aenys Frey finally brought the topic back to this.

Clay frowned and said in a cold voice:

"Ser Aenys Frey, I think I made it very clear to you that day on the east wall of the Twins. I have no control over this matter."

Clay was also speechless. Why was Aenys Frey so keen on marrying his Mandalay family? There were so many nobles in the Seven Kingdoms, and there were many who urgently needed to marry off their daughters.

Unexpectedly, Aenys Frey, who heard Clay's rude rejection again, was not angry at all. Instead, his face was covered with an unknown smile. He took a sip of ale and whispered:

"Lord Clay, you don't have to say these words in front of me. Why didn't you say you couldn't make the decision when you killed the Lannister in Winterfell? Listen, I want to negotiate a deal with you."

Clay's eyes narrowed and he said nothing. What exactly was Aenys Frey planning? He really wanted to know.

"My father is ninety years old. Except for the old housekeeper who has been with him for decades, he doesn't trust anyone now. Don't look at it. When he sees you, he seems to be related to my eldest brother Steve Lun. Very good, let me tell you, the old guy is most wary of him."

"He knows very well in his heart that my eldest brother Steve Lun is already over sixty, and there's no telling when he will outlive him. Do you know what this means? Not only Steve Lun, but also his sons and grandsons, I even hope that the old thing will die soon."

When there was no Frey soldier around, the disgust in Aenys' voice when he talked about members of his family could be heard by anyone.

"In order to ensure his own safety, the old man gave me part of the powers that were originally my eldest brother. Otherwise, it would be him, Steve Lun, who would come out with you this time."

"I still remember what Steve Lun said in private. When he becomes a Marquis, he will definitely kill me. He promised the Seven Gods!"

Looking into Clay's eyes, Inis's wet eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he said the most vicious words word by word:

"In this case, I can only send them to see the Seven Gods before they attack me."