Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 261 Won't Teach You Smart
After all, Clay didn't entangle Harry River any more.

He was a little illegitimate son of Stone Ledge City, and he was just a pathetic wretch not quite clear-headed.

Since he felt he was on Edmure Tully's side, that didn't matter to Clay.

Based on the principle that thieves don't go empty, no, it's the best use of everything, Clay took out all the [-] sets of cotton clothes left in the warehouse.

It was distributed to the soldiers who fought against him this time and made achievements.

There was no need for Clay to rap with Harry Rivers after this.

He is here at Clay, and has lost his role.

If Shili City hadn't been attacked in the subsequent war, then maybe Clay would never see this person again.

Everyone has choices, and that's okay.

As long as you can take responsibility for your own choices.

……

Clay's troops began to rest in Shili City. Without anyone's permission, the whole army marched into the city and chose a warm place to rest.

It is impossible for him to let his soldiers be blown by the cold wind every day on the open river plain.

Since Hejian regards him as a strong military leader from top to bottom, he might as well give full play to this setting.

I am the head of the army, so I am a bit arrogant, do not abide by some basic rules of the nobles, and put my soldiers first, does it seem very reasonable?

If it is still a high-ranking, ungrounded aristocratic demeanor, it will conflict with the image in the eyes of the adults in Hejian.

It's still troublesome, after all, the taste is wrong.

"Chrissen, you bring our people, and some obedient guys who have made meritorious service in this battle, form a team, and take care of the grain depot for me, understand?"

Relentless, it occupied most of the rooms in the main castle of Shili City. At this time, Clay was enjoying the private wine of the original owner of Shili City. Opposite him was Chrissen with a puzzled expression on his face. Mandalay.

"Master Clay, why did we send someone to see the grain depot?"

"Oh no, that's not what I mean, what I mean is, does anyone in Shili City dare to attack us?"

Seeing the strange look in his master's eyes, Krissen hastily added another sentence.

Clay sighed, and pushed a glass of the fine wine he was going to enjoy to Krissen.

"Chrissen, sometimes doing things is not just superficial."

Clay didn't care whether Krissen drank the glass of wine, and after pouring down a large glass with his head up, he let out a long breath and continued:
"Indeed, no one in Shili City dares to challenge our authority."

"But you have to remember, it's not the same now."

"In the past, the people in Hejian only saw us as a helper who could solve their problems. They were the hosts, and we were the guests."

Clay smiled, and leaned back in the soft chair behind him. He looked out of the window through the window, and saw the snow falling again.

"And now, because of some foolish actions of that fool Edmure Tully, and his own cowardice, and . . . Robb Stark has lost a battle he shouldn't have lost."

"My master, if I want to reverse this bad situation, I will be forced to change step by step from being a guest to these people from Hejian, and there is a mountain on top of them that can't breathe."

"The most interesting thing is that this mountain of mine was piled up bit by bit by their own hands."

"Now, they have invited me here, only to find that, unconsciously, the host and guest have shifted."

"The people in Hejian want to survive, so they must hand over the army to me, but if the army is given to me, they will definitely have trouble sleeping and eating."

"We, after all, are from the north. Moreover, before we said hello to anyone, we ate Twin River City and a large piece of surrounding territory from their riverland territory."

"They don't dare to say it, but they must be whispering in their hearts."

"One day, I, Clay Mandalay, will stab them with my long sword. After all, we have "convicted records", don't you think so?"

When Clay said this, his tone was very natural, and there was no look of irritation at all.

Krissen was dumbfounded.

After all, he is not a nobleman, he can't understand these things, and he can't feel them.

He always thought that Clay was a pivotal figure in the union between the northern border and Hejian, but he didn't expect that the people of Hejian had such an attitude towards Mr. Clay.

Moreover, he did not understand why Master Clay would say this at this time, because here, he and Clay Mandalay were not the only two people.

He fought side by side with Clay before, but in theory, Sir Brynden Tully, one of Edmure Tully's closest friends, is also here at this time.

However, after listening to Clay's words, the old jazz just glanced at Clay indifferently, with a strange smile on his face, but he didn't say anything, just savoring the fine wine in his glass.

He didn't show the slightest bit of anger, as if he didn't hear what Clay said just now.

Clay looked at Krissen, waved his hand, and signaled that he could go about his own business.

Krissen will gradually understand the things behind these things. As Clay's status continues to improve, the gold content of his bodyguard will also increase.

But now, he couldn't understand it for a while, and the next words were not suitable for him to listen to.

After Krissen left, Clay leaned comfortably in the soft chair, which felt much more comfortable than jogging around on a horse every day.

"Lord Clay, Edmure...Although he is old enough, but there is no suitable person to teach him, my brother, he is too pampered."

The old knight came up with the intention of saying something for Edmure Tully.

He was a Tully after all.

"Well, it's adult time now, isn't it?"

Clay smiled.

He picked out a good quality wine bottle from the side and threw it to Brynden Tully.

Hei Yu took it, without even looking at the wine, he just raised his head and took a sip for himself.

He was wearing black armor with dense fish scales. In Clay's memory, he rarely took off this armor.

"You know, Master Clay, I think you are very strange, and always give me a strange feeling of strangeness."

Clay glanced at him, then looked away, again at the snow that was still falling outside the window.

"Oh? Sir Brynden, why do you think so?"

Now that he said that, Clay couldn't help but answer, he knew that this old guy must have something to say to him.

"Maybe you don't feel it yourself, but in the eyes of us outsiders, you rise too fast."

"It took me some time to learn some things about you."

"You went to the Twin River City, which was still ruled by the Frey family, before the war had even surfaced."

Hearing such a name, Clay tilted his head slightly. He already had a little idea of ​​what Brynden Tully was going to say to him.

Sir Heiyu's words continued.

"In my opinion, that city is an obstacle that is difficult to overcome when you raise your troops in the north."

"As a result, you, Clay Manderly, led some people and sneaked into the Twin River City. After that, the Frey family was wiped out, and the Twin River City has since come under the banner of your Mandalay family."

"If you want to say this, it has nothing to do with your previous trip to Twin River City. I don't believe it."

"Under this assumption, I found an interesting thing. How did you know that this battle was going to be fought?"

"Without this extremely sudden and perfect victory, you, Clay Mandalay, can only be a member of the Northern Army, without any outstanding features."

"Not to mention the war in which you led troops south for the first time."

Brynden Tully's tone was quite emotional. He was a witness to Clay's rise to prosperity, so he felt incredible.

From a small heir of the Mandalay family, to now a general commanding the army with a heavy army in his hands, overwhelming the nobles.

It only took two years.

too fast.

It's incomprehensibly fast.

Maybe it is reasonable to look at it alone, but compared with other noble youths, this is a problem.

Clay just nodded at Brynden Tully's words.

He did these things, and he doesn't need to deny it.

As for the matter of the Twin Rivers, there is no proof of death. If Ennis Foyle hadn't made a fool of himself, Foyle would not have perished so quickly.

Who can blame him for courting death?
But it's just going with the flow.

Clay understood the meaning behind a lot of what Brynden Tully had said to him.

This is telling myself that I have risen too fast and my foundation is unstable.

This time Edmure Tully was doing something behind Clay's back, and Brynden was not in a hurry, it was a lie.

He, who has experienced many wars, knows exactly what the people who came down from the battlefield think.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here, beating around the bush and giving Clay a message.

The current Edmure Tully no longer had any military authority, and his last honor and pride was an empty title of Duke of the Riverlands.

What can be done is to make a little stumbling block in matters such as logistics.

There are too many ways for Clay to deal with Edmure Tully.

Although Clay is from the north, no matter what he does, he will not snatch the Tully family's position as the guardian of the riverland.

However, if Clay bullied Edmure Tully too hard, it would ruin the reputation of the entire Tully family.

Back then, Duke Tywin's father, known as the "Laughing Lion", was a weak and incompetent Lannister.

When he was the guardian duke of the western border, Lannister fell to the point where anyone could bully him in a short period of time.

If Tywin Lannister hadn't created the famous "Casmet's Rainy Season" by means of thunder after he came to power, it is not certain that Lannister would still be protecting the Duke now.

Weakness is the original sin, but there is no taboo in the strong.

This was what Brynden Tully was worried about. The more powerful Clay was, the less he took Edmure Tully seriously, and the less respected the Tully family would be.

As it is now, it is the result of Clay firmly grasping the military power, and leaving Edmure Tully to indulge him and let him mess around.

And the nobles are all human beings.

Sir Brynden knew very well that his nephew's abilities were beyond words.

But he is unwilling to be a mascot behind the scenes, and wants to prove himself constantly.

However, it turned out that he couldn't.

What troubled Ser Brynden Tully the most was someone like Tytos Blackwood who had the chance to guide Edmure Tully.

However, these great nobles just watched coldly from the sidelines, watching Edmure Tully make mistakes again and again.

Edmure Tully is probably the only one who is still in the dark about what kind of intentions he has in mind.

As Edmure Tully's uncle, Brynden certainly didn't want this to happen.

This time Edmure Tully was stupid again, and dared to think about the logistics of Clay's army.

The old guy immediately had a premonition that something was wrong, so he sat down with Clay as soon as he settled down.

"Sir Brynden, you don't have to think too much, Lord Edmure... I won't interfere with him too much. As for now, it's a time of war, and it's just a matter of life and death."

Clay glanced at Brynden Tully and waved his hands in a helpless tone.

"Hey, Master Clay, I'm afraid to hear you say that, the more you indulge him, the more unbearable things he can do."

Brynden Tully sighed, his tone a bit sad.

In this generation of the Tully family, Edmure Tully is the only male in the direct line.

It had to be him if it wasn't him, but he was like this.

I am not afraid of people being stupid, but I am afraid of people not listening to advice.

If people always live in their own fantasy world, then there is really nothing anyone can do about it.

"Lord Brynden, I want to remind you."

Of course Clay knew what Sir Blackfish was talking about. He pointed to the space between his eyebrows, and his voice cooled down.

"I don't have the surname Tully, so I have no obligation to teach Edmure Tully to be smart."

He originally wanted to say that I was not Edmure's real father, but after thinking about it, it was not appropriate to say so, so he saved a sentence.

"He can't even handle his vassals, what else can he do?"

"Not to mention far away, just the 300 years of the Targaryen dynasty that you and I know well."

"I don't know how to fight very much, but there are many examples of how to use the people under my hands to win the war in the end."

"Edmure Tully is a worm on the battlefield. This is not a fatal problem. As long as he can manage himself well and sort out the riverland, it is enough to be a dragon in internal affairs."

"But, Ser Brynden, you know exactly what Edmure Tully does."

Clay didn't want to bring up such nonsense at first, but when it was all said and done, he didn't have any hesitation.

"The Vance whose head I beheaded, I found out after I asked Tytos Blackwood, that was the one that Edmure Tully stuffed in."

"Your good nephew patted his chest to ensure that this man is competent. Tytos Blackwood had no way to disobey the lord's wishes, so he had to do so."

Clay didn't want to delve into the role of the Earl of Raventree City in this matter, because it was unnecessary.

"You were also in this battle. You know very well that he can't even tell the direction of the battlefield more than ten miles wide."

"Later, I learned specifically that this person has no battlefield experience at all."

"It's just that his surname is Vance, and he's on good terms with Edmure Tully."

"Your good nephew, you want to add your own people to the army."

"Now I want to ask Lord Brynden, just because of your nephew's stupidity and self-righteousness, you have lost nearly a thousand precious and expensive cavalry in the Riverland. How many times are you willing to pay this price?"

"I can tell you clearly that this kind of tuition is too expensive, I can't afford it, and I can't give it."

Clay's palm tapped lightly on the table. Although it was not loud, it made Brynden Tully open his mouth, unable to utter a word.

"Your Tully family has a big business, I don't care if you want him to prodigal, but my Mandalay family is small, and I don't have the ability."

"It's not that I don't teach him, I just want him to calm down a bit, look with his eyes, and think for himself. It's not difficult."

"Instead of claiming to be a genius and being self-willed!"

He rarely said so much, but this time, what Edmure Tully had done disgusted him.

From his point of view, Hejian Land does need a weak master, but being weak doesn't mean messing around.

There are still a lot of enemies, and the north cannot be chaotic yet.

Clay kept his mouth shut. He had said all he had to say. As for how much Brynden Tully would tell Edmure, that was not his concern.

Coming to the north and fighting this battle to wipe people's asses is just to keep the interests of the northern border and his own Mandalay family from being damaged.

When his side is stabilized, he will no longer be the so-called commander-in-chief who is thankless.

He never wanted any bullshit honor. When he came from the dragon, the enemy was reduced to ashes, and the others knelt down in the dust.

At that time, all glory belongs to itself.

Or rather, the crown on his head.

　My family, I am not feeling well today. I am 4600 words today. It is impossible to googoo. Let me take it easy and continue tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)