Chapter 76 Pier, Newcastle
Four large sailing ships with mermaid patterns on them are a force that no one dares to mess with on the sea of Biting Bay.
Although the combined pirates entrenched here are estimated to be able to take down Clay's fleet, but that means that they must face the wrath of the Mandalay family. More than 20 warships are swarming throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Words don't mean much, but they are more than enough to deal with the longship-driving pirates in Biting Bay.
Along the way, Clay saw many pirate longships that fell far behind the White Harbor fleet for observation. But when Sir Malone ordered the sails to be filled and moved towards them, these guys disappeared faster than anything else. .
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On an afternoon with dark clouds and an approaching rainstorm, the White Harbor fleet and their young master finally returned to the fleet's home port.
Smelling the salty smell in the sea breeze, Clay, standing on the bow of the ship, looked at the busy port and the huge and towering new castle on the hills at the end of his sight.
More than a month ago, Clay also took a boat back to White Harbor in this way. However, at that time, he had just returned to Westeros and did not understand anything. But now, White Harbor is still busy. , but he is different.
It is a very complicated matter for a large ship to enter the port. Fortunately, White Harbor has the largest deep-water port area in the north, so Clay does not have to paddle a small sampan to get back to the land.
There were people waiting for him on the pier, and Clay immediately saw Wilfield standing in the center of the crowd. Her sister, who was wearing a plain white dress and surrounded by several maids, looked so obvious.
Clay didn't know why he didn't see Vera. With her wild nature, she would probably come to the dock to wait for him if she had the chance. But since he didn't see anyone, he probably made the old man angry again and locked him in his room.
After stepping on the pedal, Clay set foot on the land of the North again. After sorting himself out, Clay walked directly towards the crowd without waiting for the guards to get off the boat that was left behind.
The crowd gave way around him, Clay walked towards his sister, smiled and joked:
"Sister, you are so beautifully dressed, who are you waiting for here?"
What responded to him was a blank roll of the eyes from Wilfield. Wilfield pulled Clay and said:
"Grandpa asked me to welcome you here. I brought you a horse. He can't wait to hear about your trip to the Twin River City."
Clay knew very well that it was impossible for the old man to tell Wilfield about his so-called "Valyrian" super soldier. This kind of thing was not what a woman should hear.
Clay smiled at the crowd who came to greet him. Looking around the crowd, he was a little surprised because he saw a few familiar faces among the outermost guards - those were the demon hunter team members he had selected. The chosen one is also his bodyguard.
It seemed that during his absence, their training with the White Harbor Guards had some effect. Before he left, he told the old man what they would be assessed on, and it is estimated that the results of the screening have already been produced.
Thinking that he was about to personally create the first team of witchers in Westeros, Clay's heart couldn't help but beat violently, but then he remembered the White Harbor caravan that was destroyed south of the Neck. and what Sir Malone had said to him on the ship.
Hopefully the ingredients for his grass decoction are fine, otherwise all plans will have to be postponed. Clay prayed silently in his heart.
After the greetings, Clay sent Wilfield to mount his horse, and then he got on the horse himself. Under the protection of a group of guards and his personal guards, dozens of horses walked through the dust all the way up, with the goal of the Mandalay family's new castle. .
"Clay, did your trip to the Twins go well? Those Freys..."
Wilfield hesitated to speak. Clay knew what she wanted to say. He had promised her before leaving, so naturally he would not break his promise. He was riding on the horse, his body rising and falling with the horse's pace, and he was confident about himself. My sister showed a reassuring smile.
Clay wouldn't tell him about Inis, it was useless and unnecessary.
"The Frey family did mention an engagement with you, but don't worry, no Frey can take you away from White Harbor, I promise."
Hearing what Clay said, Wilfield, who was originally worried, finally felt relieved. In fact, she knew very well that as the heir of White Harbor, Clay had some power to decide her future marriage.
During the period when Clay was away from White Harbor, she had been afraid that one day, a bird would fly from the direction of the Twins. It was written that Clay had found an ugly man among the Freys for her as her husband, and She needs to dress herself up, then step into the carriage, take her dowry with her, and leave White Harbor never to return.
She was awakened by such nightmares several times, but now, after hearing Clay's words, she knew that she would have a very peaceful sleep tonight.
Poseidon Tower, in Count Wyman's study.
Wilfield did not follow, but stopped after sending Clay outside the door.
My old man had not changed much. He was carrying a bottle of summer red water to drink. When he saw Clay coming in, the old man immediately became energetic. His huge body stood up from the chair, rushed to Clay's side and murmured twice. He muttered something so fast that Clay didn't understand.
"Boy, it seems that the Freys are not very good at it. They didn't do anything to you. I thought you would pick out one or two of the Frey nests that you like before coming back."
The old man said it righteously, but his words didn't sound serious at all.
Spreading his hands helplessly, Clay pulled out a chair and sat down under the old man's gaze. He also opened a bottle of Summer Red for himself, but he didn't want the old man to be so bold and drink directly from the bottle, so he still found a glass. Fill yourself up.
"Grandpa, I can still control it."
"Really? It's all a tough talk. Your father told me the same thing when he was a child. The next day I caught him in his room and chewed his tongue..."
Clay was helpless. What was his father like when he was young? Why should he apply it to himself? Besides, who is not like this for the aristocratic children who are slightly lax in discipline?
To be honest, Clay is not clean and self-sufficient. He really feels dirty and doesn't want to be the same as countless people. Just thinking about it makes him frown and feel uncomfortable all over.
"Okay, I won't bullshit you anymore, I know you want to ask why you were called back."
The old man paused for a moment, then the expression on his face was serious, and he said:
"Clay, the caravan in Neck is loaded with the things we want. Moreover, except for the ones in the north, the rest of our caravans have been investigated using legal means. The most important thing is that King's Landing The news comes that Lord Ed is looking for His Majesty the King’s illegitimate son everywhere.”
The old man slowly finished the rest of his words:
"That city smells something not quite right to me."
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