Author: A little white whale

After thinking hard to no avail, Clay realized that this question was essentially the same as asking him what R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was, and it simply couldn't be answered now.

Since you can't think of it, just forget it. Clay has always had such a free and easy character.

Calling the guard captain, who stood as straight as a javelin, Clay ignored his apologetic attitude and asked him:

"Have you met Rob and the others?"

"There is no young master, but I heard rumors at the banquet yesterday that His Majesty the King and Lord Ed wanted the children of the two families to get close to each other."

"Go on." Clay motioned for him to continue.

"You also know how we northerners are, and we probably have to use sword gestures to get close to them, so I think you should go to the school grounds if you want to find them."

He looked at the veteran named Hosta with some surprise. Clay knew clearly that Hosta's judgment was accurate.

Eddard Stark's wishful thinking of letting his upright and honest eldest son communicate with the crown prince is actually quite understandable. In his and Robert's eyes, the older deer and wolf have a deep friendship, but they are

Getting older day by day.

Therefore, young wolves and deer should also form friendships from childhood, just like they did when they were young. This at least provides a great possibility for the two sides to get along with each other if there is a war in the future.

But Lord Eddard never expected that Robert's son, who was brave and good at fighting, was actually an embroidered pillow, and he was full of arrogance.

Clay had already warned Rob to avoid contact with the royal family. Now it seems that it is completely useless, but it is actually true. The old wolf and the old deer are allies, but the little wolf bared his teeth at a brightly furred lion cub.

That's quite reasonable.

"Let's go and see the excitement." Clay ordered, and Hosta, who was in bright armor, called two guards to follow him.

Not far away, when Clay arrived at the gate of the school grounds, he saw two flags hanging on the wall, the crowned stag on the left, the roaring lion on the right, and a knight with the Lannister family crest on his armor.

Stand guard at the door.

Seeing Clay and his group approaching, he immediately raised his hand arrogantly:

"Stop, who are you? The princes are competing with the Stark boys to compete in martial arts. No one else can enter."

Everyone frowned, not because they were blocked, but because this knight of the Lannister family was talking like a wolf cub. This is not Casterly Rock. As a subordinate of the North, hearing these words was naturally very harsh.

"Sir, it is not a wise choice to insult the master like this here."

Clay reminded lightly that this knight had recognized the mermaid family emblem on Clay and others, but he didn't care at all. In his impression, the old head of the Mandalay family in White Harbor was still there, and the man in front of him was

There is a high probability that a few people are side branches.

Clay's words were meant to be a reminder, but in his ears they immediately turned into a naked call to call him a fool, and he immediately became angry.

"You bastard, I'm going to tell you what you can do to these wolf cubs, and I'll do the same thing when Wyman Manderly comes!"

This is obviously nonsense. If his old man were to stop here, this young knight must obediently get out of the way. He would not dare to offend the majesty of the Earl of White Harbor, who holds a big city and thousands of troops.

As soon as these words came out, Clay didn't react at all, but the two White Harbor guards reacted violently. They immediately began to curse, and a bold hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"What are you doing?!" The knight suddenly shouted, and his hand was not slow. The next moment, a beautifully crafted long sword was unsheathed, and the bright tip of the sword was pointed directly at Clay's eyes.

"Looking for death." Clay whispered to himself. He hated it the most in his life when someone pointed a sword at him. He wanted to settle the matter, but he didn't expect the other person to slap him in the face.

Just in time to practice with you!

Hearing the soft sound on the ground, Clay turned into a black shadow and quickly approached the Lannister Knight. When he just made a move, he slapped him on the artery in his neck.

The severe pain and strong sense of fainting caused the knight to drop his sword and retreat continuously, sitting down on the ground. The sword fell out of his hand and was immediately picked up by Clay.

When the knight got rid of the fainting feeling and regained his composure, his sword had already poked in front of his eyes, making him stiff and unable to move.

"Please...please...please" The knight who was so arrogant just now couldn't even say a single word. Clay looked at the clown and shook his head boredly.

With a "choking" sound, the long sword was inserted back into the knight's scabbard, and Clay's ice-cold voice sounded next to the knight's trembling body:

"That's Lannister. Watch your head. It's really unstable without the lion."

…

After dealing with this small character, Clay led three guards into the school grounds. Roaring lion flags were erected everywhere, and there were not even a few flags of crowned stags and direwolves.

Clay immediately saw Robert standing in the middle of the field with a red face, and the blond crown prince Joffrey was leaning on a soft chair, mocking Robert very rudely.

"Is this how you Starks train?" Joffrey stepped on the wooden sword under his feet.

"How about we put on another piece of wooden protective gear for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" the attendant standing next to him interjected with a smile.

"Yes, since this is the holy competition of the Stark family, let's chop down their weirwoods and make a few pairs of armor, and leave the rest to the wolves. Maybe they can make a few more.

It’s a wooden sword.”

Joffrey nodded with great satisfaction and was already thinking about whether to send someone to chop down the weirwood.

Clay looked at Robert and Sir Roderick, who were on the verge of breaking out, and said to himself that he finally knew where the virtues of the coward outside just now came from. The relationship is like a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam. Following such a master is indeed a good thing.

Excellent.

Clay knew that the Lannister family was strong, but that was just a stereotype. He never expected that the Lannister family could be so arrogant. This was like pressing the Stark family's face into the mud and rubbing it back and forth.

Cutting down the heart tree is exactly like smearing excrement on the statues of the Seven Gods in the south. It is really seeking death.

Clay took a look at the endurance of Robert and the old knight. If it were him, his sword would have been cut on the neck of the jester who just spoke.

Robb held it in for a long time, repeatedly reminding himself that he was the crown prince, but the wanton laughter of the Lannisters around him made him hate the school grounds as much as he did today.

Finally unable to hold it any longer, Robb threw the sword away and rushed out of the school grounds. Joffrey's proud laughter came from behind: "Hey, the Stark warriors have escaped!"

Seeing this scene, Clay had no need to go in anymore. He simply turned around and returned to the exit, waiting outside for Rob to come out. But before Rob came out, a Mandalay family guard ran out panting.

He came over and said a few words to Clay regardless of etiquette.

As soon as he finished speaking, Clay's face turned dark, and he roared at Hosta: "Call people! All of them!"

Before anyone else could react, Clay asked the guard viciously: "Where is he?"

"Iron...near the blacksmith shop."

"Go and call people, surround me in the blacksmith shop, I want his head!" Clay roared, at this time, he was far more like a lion than most people in this city...

Don't worry, gentlemen, all it takes is a phone number and the contract is OK. It's just the last step. It's uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!