Going north

Author: A little white whale

Going north

Following Sir Inis Frey, this is the fourth time that Clay has stepped into the tower that symbolizes the highest power of the Twin City, and this time, he is stating his farewell.

The Frei, who had long been used to seeing the Frei everywhere, looked at their eyes, stepped on countless wet and dark black floor tiles, and Clay followed Inis Frei to the study at the height of the tower.

The moment he opened the door, Clay felt a hot air coming to his face. Obviously, someone in the study lit the fireplace, which led to such a large temperature difference between inside and outside.

With just such a small detail, Clay keenly felt that the years were still eroding the dead wood-like body of Wade Frey. He could not feel the fixed chill at all, but the ninety-year-old man lit the fireplace.

Time is fair to most people, it is the will of the gods, but in this world, there are always some creatures who resist this will, such as the Red God Priests further south, and the Cold God servants hiding in the wind and snow, and of course, Clay himself.

The door shaft squeaked, and Inis Frey walked into the room with Clay. The fiery red sunlight leaked in through the cracks in the half-closed windows, slowly crawling on the black oak tabletop.

The owner of Twin City was now covering a thick blanket of animal skins, burying his body in a chair, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. Clay noticed that there was a letter from a raven on his table.

Probably heard the footsteps, Marquis Vad Frey took five seconds to transform himself from his drowsy state back to the perverse and stern Marquis. He looked at Clay and Inis Frey standing next to him.

After a while, the thin old man made a sarcastic inquiry, and he shouted to his son:

"Inis, why don't you notify me first when the guest arrives? With a son like you, I feel like living in the seventh level of hell. What makes you not even have time to say hello to your father?"

Clay was stunned for a moment, not understanding where the sudden outburst of Vad Frey came from. How could he scold his son like this in front of outsiders? Isn’t this a joke?

"Besides, my Baigang distinguished guest, tell me, come with my stupid son, and clamors that I am entering the beautiful dream of girls' bodies. What is the purpose of?"

With a slight frown, Vard Frey seemed to care if these words were on the surface. Clay could understand what he said.

But if the person who said this was a ninety-year-old man who had just married an eighteen-year-old girl, who spoke like this without any scruples, there would be some indescribable ugly and disgusting.

"Marquis, I received the news that my caravan in Baigang was looted near the Neck Sect north of Twin City. Many people unfortunately died there. As the heir, I need to go there immediately."

This is a greeting. If the guests are leaving, the host, Vard Frey must send or return the horses to them. This is the termination of the guests' rights.

"Oh, that's right... The Seven Gods bless you, pray that those poor people will return to the arms of the Seven Gods as soon as possible."

Originally, it was nonsense of nutrition, but it was just a consolation for face, but if the person who said this was a sarcastic smile, and with a weasel-like facial skin, this so-called comfort can't be felt at all.

Moreover, it seems that the Marquis had received the news long ago and was not surprised at all.

The head without a single hair hangs slightly and lifts up after a few seconds. Maybe this has been considered mourning? But this is not important, and the lost soul of Baigang probably won't like mourning from Frey.

"Okay, you leave, Inis, go and return the horses to our friends from Baigang, bring some people with you, and go to the place to see. After all, the place where the Green Fork River flows through is still belonged to our Frey family."

The following words turned into nagging. Clay couldn't quite understand it. Inis Forrey, who was standing beside him, pulled him, and then greeted his father first, then turned his head and left the room.

Clay, who understood, did the same thing and left the study room full of wood burning smell.

When he arrived outside the door, Sir Inis Frey was waiting for him against the dark wall, and one hand was placed on his chin and playing with his silver beard, which seemed to be one of his most accustomed to the movements.

Looking at each other silently, in the long corridor as deep as a tomb cellar, there were only two people, Clay and Inis Frey. The only bystander was probably the flashing candlelight inserted on the wall.

"About my previous proposal, Clay Mandalay, let's discuss it later. I don't care where you got the news. I'll tell you now that I know."

After pausing, he continued:

"The attack happened probably last night. The first person I discovered was the leader of the Shangshang who passed by the next morning. The place was a knight fief at the northernmost point of our Frey. After receiving the news, the guy immediately told me with a raven."

"As for who killed it, how it killed it, how many people, to be honest, I don't know that the incident happened at night, and nothing could prove his identity was left except for the corpses on the scene."

"So, as the heir of Baigang, you will certainly go if you die. As the descendant of the Foley family, there is such a mysterious bandit who can eat dozens of people silently on the family land. You must go and have a look."

He shrugged, and there was a sense of helplessness in his voice:

"This book is not my mission, it is my elder brother Steveren. It's a pity that he has something else to deal with now, so let's go, my friend Baigang, take your army with me, I'll wait for you at the gate of the city, and we'll talk on the way."

...

Although it was already evening, Clay was not the one who went back to the house to sleep and asked the bodies of the White Harbor caravan to wait for him for another night. Obviously, Inis Frey was also eager to know who this mysterious power was.

After riding his horse out of the city, Clay, covered in armor, returned to the protection of 200 cavalry again. Under the reflection of torches, he and the 100 Frey cavalry gathered there, headed north at night and galloped towards the bloody land where cruel killings occurred.

Before leaving, he had already let the raven fly with the news. The old man would receive it as soon as possible. Whether it was for this batch of raw materials, with the old man's keenness, Clay believed that he would definitely think of this.

The lost ones cannot be found, and the safety of the caravan who is still on the way is the top priority.

(End of this chapter)
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