Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

"This is information about members of the Frey family. Before you come back, I have instructed the White Sea Guards to collect this information."

The old man took out a pamphlet from the desk and threw it in front of Clay. When Clay picked it up, he said again:

"The former commander of the White Sea Guards must also meet before you go to the Twins City. He must hand over the entire White Sea Guards to you before you set off."

Clay couldn't do anything other than nod. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was also curious about how much power this mysterious White Harbor spy agency had.

Opening the booklet wrapped in cowhide, Clay turned to the first page and saw a portrait of a very high level of painting. The name of the portrait was clearly written at the bottom: Walder Frey. .

This was an old face, with a bald head and saggy skin. Clay felt that this face looked a little like a creature called a weasel.

Turn to the second page, which notes some of the characteristics of Lord Walder Frey and the parts that need attention. For example, he is a vengeful and vengeful person, and he is extremely disgusted with others calling him "the late Buddha." Marquis Lei.”

It also said that this lord was addicted to sex and married Clay's eighth wife when he had just returned to Westeros. It was recommended that female members of the family avoid contact with the Marquis alone as much as possible, or simply stay alone. Don't go to the Twins.

Moreover, the intelligence mentioned that Marquis Walder Frey has very strong control over the family, and there is almost no opposition in the family. When communicating with the Frey family, there is no need to overestimate the feelings of other Freys, and only pay attention to the Marquis himself. Just fine.

Lin Linzong totaled four or five pages. After Clay read it, the image of an unsmiling old man staying in a deep castle vividly took shape in the depths of his brain, making him unable to help but sigh about the importance of intelligence work.

There were only the old man and Clay in the room. Apart from the popping sound of wood from the burning fireplace, there was only the sound of Clay turning pages and the old man pouring wine.

Marquis Walder Frey himself occupies the most space, and the rest records the various situations of the seven or eight Frey heirs. This can't be helped. After all, this old pervert has eight wives and twenty-two. Legitimate sons and seven legitimate daughters, as well as a large number of illegitimate children without the Frey surname.

Most of these people have completely lost the "attention" of Walder Frey himself. They have long withdrawn from the core of power of the Frey family and have little value for attention.

But the funniest thing is that the book mentions that there are three suitable marriage partners for Clay, and they are also the girls that Marquis Walder Frey is most likely to recommend to Clay. Two of them have exactly the same name, both are called Walda Frey. .

This name, if given to a man, would be Walder Frey, which is exactly what Clay can't complain about.

The first Walda Frey is the great-granddaughter of Lord Walder Frey's eldest son, Stevron. She is only eight years old now, but for the nobles, age is not a problem at all. They should agree on the engagement first and wait until the girl comes. She was sent here at menarche to consummate the marriage.

The second Walda Frey is the daughter of Lord Stevron's third son, Walton Frey. She is known as "Beauty Walda". She is an eighteen-year-old virgin, and is also considered a possibility in the intelligence. The biggest person.

The third one is Marilyn Vance. Her position in the Frey family is similar to that of "Vada the Beauty". However, because her mother, Magna Frey, married into the Vance family, she lost Frey. surname.

There are some characterizations of these three women, but Clay feels that this doesn't mean much. Besides, to be honest, he isn't too interested.

Time passed quickly. When Clay put down the pamphlet, nearly an hour had passed. The old man waited patiently for him to finish reading. However, the number of empty wine bottles on the table changed from one to two.

"After reading it, what do you want to say?" The old man asked Clay with a smile.

Clay shook his head and said with emotion: "Our intelligence work in White Harbor is really good..."

After tasting the rather novel term "intelligence work", the old man understood what Clay meant and nodded proudly and said:

"Of course, this is a force that our Mandalay family has been operating for more than a hundred years. It is not difficult to obtain this information."

"It's indeed amazing." Clay agreed with the old man again.

"When you take over, you will find that the entire White Sea Guard is bigger than you thought, but you have to have this..."

The old man took out a brand new golden dragon from his coat pocket. This gold coin minted by the former Targaryen Dynasty was probably not used much. It still looked gleaming in the sun without any wear and tear.

"Our White Sea Guards are mainly concentrated in the Northern Riverlands, the Western Territory and King's Landing. If they go further south, they will be of little use. After all, we people from White Harbor are not used to living there, and the hidden costs are too high."

"Can't we recruit some local people?" Clay proposed a plan of his own.

"No, this is a shady team, recruiting locals? Humph, they were forced to leave in two days because other colleagues were mixed in." The old man snorted, denying Clay's statement.

"Okay, get ready. I'll write the letter for you. It's scheduled for you to leave for Twin River City in 5 days. I'll make up a reason for you. You don't have to worry about it. Just follow it when the time comes."

5 days, I am not too nervous. Clay's plan for the demon hunter army has just begun. The caravan sent by the old man to buy materials and other purchasing caravans used to confuse the sight have just been formed and ready to go. I am not anxious. Useless.

If nothing happens, just 5 days. But Clay thought of another thing. The three-eyed raven seemed to have promised to send Winterfell's stableboy Hodor to deliver the dragon egg recently. Will he let it go when he goes to the Twins? The pigeon...

Although he felt in his heart that the Three-Eyed Crow was just fooling people and talking nonsense, but what if, right? He couldn't guess what the Three-Eyed Crow who had been watching the northern border indifferently for nearly a hundred years had hidden secrets.

Clay can't figure out what this three-eyed crow is planning, but now that he has allowed Clay to use the magic power in the heart tree, there is no need for Clay to confront him for the time being. .

Clay thought from the bottom of his heart that it would be better to destroy this guy who has full field of view and can peek at other people's privacy at any time, or he could give this ability to himself. He didn't want to experience the terrifying feeling of being peeked at the screen all the time.

Having finished speaking, the old man yawned. Clay said hello and left. It was almost noon. After he transformed into a cook, he had other things to do in the afternoon.

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I didn't feel that way when I first watched the TV series, but when I actually looked up the information about the Frey family, I was really shocked. I really almost became the man who created a race. Walder Frey is really good in this aspect. It's off the mark.