Chapter 98 The commander-in-chief of the army raises the flag and marches westward

Clay stayed on the island for two days. After seeing Galesos adapting very well, he finally felt relieved and returned to the port alone.

Seeing that their young master finally appeared, the guards who had been holding back from going to the island to look for someone finally let go of their worries.

They all noticed that when the young master came back, the big wooden box on his back was gone, but no one asked about the young master. They would not ask about the young master unless he took the initiative to bring it up.

They know what they should know and don't ask about what they shouldn't know. This is the quality that a personal guard should have.

After the matter here was settled, Clay stepped onto the warship and directly ordered to return.

Although there was a headwind, Clay returned to White Harbor on the evening of the second day after setting sail, together with the second batch of the White Harbor fleet carrying the aborigines of the Three Sisters Islands.

He didn't notify anyone when he came back this time, and there was no need for any welcoming ceremony to show his status at this time.

After getting off the boat, Clay, escorted by his personal guards, rode straight to the old man's room.

When he arrived at the study, he happened to meet his father Wendel who was one step ahead of him.

"Seven Gods, Clay, are you looking for someone to cut your hair? You can't imitate me and Willis. We both have no hair. If you have hair, don't mess with it."

The father saw the biggest change in his son at a glance. His hair, which was originally neatly combed, was now visible on his scalp, which was infinitely closer to the hairstyle he and his eldest brother Willis had.

Wendel has always been proud that his son finally got rid of the trouble of hair loss and has a head of high-quality hair that even women would envy. Unexpectedly.

Seeing his son's current state, Wendel felt that he was heartbroken.

Clay touched the top of his head. Once he entered the Poseidon Tower, he forgot about it and subconsciously took off his hat.

"Um... I had some problems with my scalp before. I need to clean it up after the haircut."

Clay explained dryly, how can I say this? There is no such thing as performance art in Westeros. The baldness of the Mandalay family is extremely distressing to the male family members.

Seeing that his father's brows were about to condense into a bow, Clay quickly changed the topic, and then quietly put the hat on his head again.

Out of sight, out of mind, hope it helps.

"Father, do you have any suggestions about the army? After all, this is my first time leading an army on the battlefield."

Although he was full of infinite longing and expectations for the battlefield, he was a little uneasy when Clay actually led one or two thousand soldiers onto the battlefield.

Rarely, a serious expression appeared on Wendel's face, which had always been kind.

He looked into his son's eyes and his tone was more serious than ever:

"Clay, I can't go against your grandfather's will, but let me tell you, actually leading troops to the battlefield is not like going on an outing. Although I know you have seen blood, that is not the case on the battlefield at all."

"Every decision you make, it's best to discuss it with Sir Malone. It's not that I don't trust you. Only people who have seen it can understand some experiences."

"Also, this is a disgraceful suggestion. When charging, don't charge at the front. Honor is one thing, but life is another."

"Remember, no matter what, don't let yourself get too far away from our army in White Harbor. This is very important."

"Finally, be kind to your soldiers. They will fight for you at critical moments."

Patting his son on the shoulder, Wendel's words were serious and thoughtful. He wanted to say something else but couldn't think of anything. He still had a mission and needed to rush to the military camp immediately. The old man gave him a death order and he must hand over the best army. To Clay.

After carefully savoring his father's words, Clay opened the door. He had to report back to the old man, and he had to listen to the old man for the next arrangement.

Sure enough, as expected, his old man was drinking again, this time it seemed to be a new variety. Clay looked at the bottle and didn't recognize it at a glance.

When he saw his grandson coming back, the old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"You're back, your Galesos, is he settled in?"

Clay nodded, pulled up a chair and sat in front of the old man in a familiar manner, then picked up an inverted wine glass from the plate and stretched it directly in front of the old man.

Earl Weiman was stunned and didn't understand what his grandson meant, but when he followed Clay's gaze and saw the wine bottle in his hand, he still didn't understand what his grandson meant.

"You kid..." After cursing, the old man poured a full glass for Clay.

Clay brought the wine glass to his nose and saw that the dark brown wine exuded an inexplicable aroma, as if some kind of spice had been added.

I took a sip directly, and sure enough, the sourness of the wine was completely covered by this mysterious spice flavor. Frankly speaking, this was a new experience on board that Clay had never experienced before.

"I just found the dream wine of Qarth from the wine cellar. I don't know when I got it, but it does taste very good."

The old man shook his head and pointed at the wine glass in Clay's hand.

However, he was still more concerned about the dragon than the luxurious wine, so he repeated what he just said.

"Don't worry about Galesos. Dragons are much more powerful than any other creature. Only by flying freely can dragons grow faster."

This was Clay's answer. He could feel the slightly joyful mood of Galesos flying in the sky.

Nodding, Clay is the master of the dragon. The old man didn't ask any more questions. Until now, in his dreams, he had been imagining the extremely glorious future of his family.

However, back to reality, he is still Earl Wyman who rules White Harbor.

"Clay, prepare yourself. Report to the military camp in three days. I have prepared 500 armored cavalry, 1,600 heavy infantry, and 200 long archers for you, a total of 2,300 people."

The old man paused for a moment, and his tone became unnaturally dignified:

"Take them with you, hoist the flag of our Mandalay family, and go all the way west to join the army led by Robb Stark at the King's Road."

Clay knew that the number of this army exceeded the army sent by the Mandalay family in another timeline, both in terms of numbers and equipment.

With this army in hand, Clay's voice in the Northern Army will also be enhanced. After all, it is still the same sentence. These soldiers, like him, are Mandalay first, and then the Northern Army.

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Three days later, Clay got up early and after eating a sumptuous breakfast very seriously, in the hall of the Mermaid Palace, his sister Wilfield personally put on the most exquisitely made personal armor for him.

Plain white hands fastened the azure cloak on Clay's shoulder armor, and Wilfield stopped her movements.

"Be safe, we are waiting for you to come back."

Whispering in a tone that only the two of them could hear, Wilfield looked at Clay and slowly backed away.

The younger sister, Vera, held the long sword that Clay was accustomed to, and presented the sword to her brother.

Taking the sword means going to war. Under the watchful eyes of the old man, his uncle Willis, and his father Wendel, Clay took his sword.

"The angry waves of the sea!"

Earl Wyman's voice resounded through the Mermaid Palace again, and then, all the Mandalay family members present shouted out this family motto that has been passed down for thousands of years at the highest volume.

Striding away, Clay stepped onto a dark horse under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, the White Harbor army, and waved the flag of the Mandalay family violently.

The rumble of horse hooves sounded, the mermaid flags were raised, and the army marched westward

Let me give you a preview. The whole chapter will be 4k+ tomorrow. I always feel that I can’t write a chapter of two thousand words, and my emotions are so incoherent. Halfway through, I said, oh, the 2000 words are coming soon. Come on, hurry up and shorten the length. Complete a small plot.

Tomorrow the two chapters will be combined into one. I wrote two chapters myself and I feel like I have more to say, which is great. I will probably continue this pattern in the future.

See you tomorrow, gentlemen!