: Playing a show

Author: A little white whale

: Playing a show

Clay's arrival immediately made the noisy hall quiet for a few seconds, but soon, a man who looked equally older raised his cup and laughed:

"Welcome, our guest, Clay Mandalay!"

His words received a lot of responses from the Frey family. Many people held wine glasses or slapped the dark-colored long table with their hands in response, and there was a banging sound.

Marquis Vard Frey stretched out his palm like bark, pointed to the seat in front of him, and signaled Clay to go to the main table where he was. Today Clay is the protagonist here.

Clay was not polite at all, and strode over and made it directly into the chair prepared for him.

Marquis Frey looked at him and spoke seriously:

"It seems that the old eel in Baigang has a good heir, unlike me, only a bunch of stupid sons and grandchildren."

Clay frowned without a trace. If it were someone else, he might not agree to the old man who was called his own old man. But for the old man who was 90 years old and who was not as big as the other party, he could only curse in his heart.

Without responding to this sentence, Clay sat there quietly, waiting for the following text of the Marquis of Frey. Previous information showed that the Marquis of Frey was a man with a strong family concept.

Sure enough, Marquis Frey ignored Clay's words and began to introduce his family members to Clay with a little excitement.

He pointed to the man who welcomed Clay when he entered the door just now and said:

"Stevellen Frey, my eldest son, is also my heir. He is older than your grandfather. Who told him to have a father like me?"

After saying this, Marquis Frey seemed very happy. He didn't know whether it was because of his heir or his longevity. In short, he suddenly poured a large mouthful of red wine in his laughter like night owls.

"The boy who stopped you on the road today is his grandson."

Although he was saying something with a smile, Clay clearly saw that Sir Stevelen's face became very unnatural.

The old Marquis expressed his absolute control over the information of Twin City in one sentence, and also hit his son. This huge Frey family is very complicated inside.

Clay nodded to the Sir Stevelen, he had no need to be stingy with polite things.

Marquis Vard Frey let go of his eldest son and pointed to the other side of the long table, a tall bald man:

"This is my third son, Inis. As for my second son, the boy is being kept tightly by his wife, a golden-haired Lannister lioness, and hasn't appeared here for a long time."

Clay knew about this situation. At that time, General Manager Hewen reminded himself in the report submitted that Aimon, the second son of Marquis Frey, had a strong Lannister tendency.

The reason for all this is that he has a Lannister woman, and the woman's backstage is also strong, because her brother is Tywin Lannister.

In the report, General Manager Hewen strongly advised not to contact Aimmon Frey and his descendants who remained in Twin City, which was of no benefit to Clay, and Clay agreed with his words.

The banquet continued, and after that, Marquis Frey introduced the remaining sons whom he came to attend the banquet. As for his grandson, the ninety-year-old man was not as interested.

Clay greeted these sons who were over fifty years old, even though these people looked hard to describe. Perhaps it was because of genetic problems, the men of the Frey family generally had a weasel-like face.

The introduction came to an end, and the Marquis of Forrey knocked on his cup and announced the official start of the banquet.

The hall suddenly became noisy because most of the invited people actually had nothing to do with the theme of the banquet. They were not for Clay at all, but purely responding to the call of the Marquis of Frey.

But there were a few exceptions. The long table was pulled open and a large open space was left in the middle, which would be the venue for dancing.

This was the banquet of the nobles in Westeros. Seeing that Clay had no intention of leaving first, Marquis Vard Frey winked at the butler next to him.

So, a group of men and women from the Frey family began to step into the dance floor, finally reducing the slightly awkward atmosphere just now.

Clay can dance, but he only remembers the training he did when he was a child. In fact, he is not proficient. At first, he was a little worried that his level would embarrass Baigang, but after seeing these dance moves of the Frei family, he realized that his thoughts were very redundant.

It cannot be said to be eye-catching. Simply put, it is a pair of men and women holding each other and jumping around. Many people's hands are not very honest and they always want to touch something, at least most of them are like this.

It was very clear that I had to dance today, but Clay just sat on his chair, smiled on his face, sipped the wine, and applauded a few times from time to time.

During this process, Clay noticed that at least five or six eyes were staring at him. Clay did not look squinting, and turned around and looked over in a vague way.

Female, female, female... or female.

Intuitively, it was a woman from the age of twelve or thirty to nearly thirty. Clay understood that this was the woman prepared by the Frey family for themselves...

The quiet handsome man didn't take long. He just watched one of his Frey women sorted out his skirt and walked towards Clay. Sir Stevelen's voice also penetrated into Clay's ears in time:

"Mr. Clay, this is my granddaughter, Vadda, who is about the same age as I am."

What does this mean? Clay certainly understood. When Clay heard that he was about the same age and was Steveren's granddaughter, he instantly met the information. This was the first Vadda Frey mentioned in the report.

Clay could feel that there were many gazes in the audience, circling with him and this Vata Frey. Although he didn't like it, Clay didn't care because he really didn't care.

Vadda Frey should be the nickname "Beautiful Vadda". Her voice is very suitable for her age, very young and straightforward, but in terms of heart, Clay does not think that her appearance is worthy of her name, at most she will pass.

"Mr. Clay, can I ask you to dance?" Vadda Frey asked directly without much stage fright.

At least in Twin City, this is a request that Clay cannot refuse for the time being. Nodded, Clay put down the wine glass with the double bridge pattern in his hand and stood up.

With Stevelen's slightly satisfied gaze, Clay took a hand that Vadda Frey reached out.

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(End of this chapter)
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