Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

After processing the first "hot" grass decoction, Clay felt slightly tired, which was acceptable and did not affect his actions.

Clay took the three small bottles of the improved version of the grass decoction in his hand and played with them. With his naked eyes, Clay couldn't see any difference between them and the original ones. After thinking about it, he put the grass decoction back in his hands. In the inventory.

If I remember correctly, this thing has no preservation ability and needs to be used immediately after it is made. Clay cannot let it be exposed to the outside for too long. If it fails, wouldn't it be a failure and all the efforts just now will be in vain?

"I won't make any medicine now. I have to go see those guys who have been selected and pick one lucky person to become the second demon hunter after me."

Clay held his chin with one hand and muttered to himself. Yesterday, his old man had given him the details. After Sir Malone screened the people, the old man had been brainwashing these guys during Clay's absence.

Originally, as a tributary that had branched off from the main line of Mandalay for thousands of years, they were extremely excited to see the patriarch of the main line again, Earl Weiman, the core of the Mandalay family.

And now, they know that they have passed all the screenings and can finally return to their family's fortress, New Castle, and are loyal to the future Earl of White Harbor, Master Clay Manderly. They feel that their future is bright. one slice.

The old man in his family was constantly brainwashing, promoting Clay's deeds in Winterfell, and vaguely pointed out that Clay had an adventure in Essos, and they would also be lucky enough to experience the young master's experience at that time.

According to the old man, he was very satisfied with the performance of these people. Now, Clay wanted to see what kind of group of guys could satisfy the old man.

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After all, they have joined the White Harbor Guard, and are apparently selected as Clay's future personal guards. The first batch of twenty-two people who finally passed the screening are currently staying in the garrison of the New Castle, living with other guards. together.

Yesterday, their beloved master Clay Mandler finally returned from the territory of those southerners. With great excitement, they went to the port for the first time as personal guards to greet their master.

Although no one among the people who greeted her could compare to Clay's sister, Wilfield, this did not hinder their mood to participate in this greeting.

Twenty-two pairs of eyes stared intently at the tall young man who got off the boat and had a sword on his waist. They wished they could carve the young man's face into their minds.

Lying on the bed, Kristen Mandler stroked the family armor lying aside, thinking about his future life.

This armor was worn by his great-grandfather when he fought with the Earl of White Harbor at that time. As a knight who was assigned to the north of White Harbor by the Earl at that time, his great-grandfather lived a very good life at that time.

However, both his grandfather and father were not people who knew how to run a business. They relied on the inheritance left by their ancestors and acted recklessly. In the end, the family declined. When it came to him, he was left with only a pair of armor that had not been worn for decades. .

Originally, for him, selling this armor, which once held countless honors, was Kristen Mandler's only choice for the sake of his future life. After all, people still have to survive.

But one day, the famous Sir Marlon Manderly of White Harbor suddenly found him and gave him an opportunity to change his life and revitalize the family business, that is, to become the young master of White Harbor, something he had never seen before. Clay Manderly's bodyguard.

From the strange conversations he heard in the streets of White Harbor, Kerrison knew that this young master was a ruthless man who dared to wield his sword directly against the Lannister family in front of His Majesty the King.

Cresson did not learn his father's idle habits, but he did inherit his and his grandfather's contempt for the Southerners, especially the Lannisters, who had done a lot of things to tarnish their honor during the Usurper's War.

For such a master, Kristen has great expectations. In Sir Malone's words, from now on, Clay's sword will point in their direction.

Just as he was thinking about it, Vito Mandler, who was carrying a chicken leg and was fighting, walked to Kerrison's bed, pointed to his steel sword placed on the bedside, and invited with a smile:

"Would you like to compete in the courtyard, Sir Krissen?"

"Jazz" is the nickname everyone teases Kerrison and gives him because he is the one who works hardest in training and studying. Everyone says that he works so hard that he will definitely want to be mastered by Master Clay in the future. He took a fancy to him, made him a knight, and became a "sir" again.

Although his results are not first, he has been praised by Sir Malone. Attitude is sometimes much more important than talent.

Vito Mandler, as the closest person to him among the twenty people, invited him to compete with each other, so he naturally had no intention of refusing.

With a chuckle, he jumped up from the bed, without wearing armor, picked up his sword and followed Vito Mandler, who had already killed a chicken leg, out the door.

The two men, both dressed in ordinary clothes, stood in the open space outside. They were very familiar with each other's hands and believed that the other would not hurt them.

This is what Earl Wiman specifically emphasized to them when he came to see them. These personal guards must become people who can trust their comrades with their backs. They only care about the enemy in front of them and believe that their comrades will protect them. 's back.

"Come on!" Vito, whose sword skills were not as good as those of Krissen, struck first. After a loud roar, he rushed forward with his sword in hand. There was already a large circle of people around him. Looking at the fight between the brothers, it was Their most important show.

Clay, who was standing on the periphery and watching this scene calmly, carefully examined every attack or defense of the two men who were wielding swords in front of him. No matter how beautiful the words were, the real meaning could only be seen under his hands.

More than twenty people could not form a tight circle. Clay slowly approached, his eyes sweeping over everyone here, not missing a single detail.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the two people competing. With experience and excellent observation skills, he had already judged that the black curly-haired guard was going to lose.

Fighting is a huge drain on physical energy, and everyone is no exception.

Shortness of breath and stiff arms were signs of exhaustion. There was not much difference in their sword skills, but the black curly-haired guard was slightly inferior to his opponent in terms of physical fitness.

Sure enough, ten seconds later, there was a fierce exchange. The black curly-haired Vito could not hold the hilt of the sword and was knocked off the weapon. The next second, a black long sword was delivered to him, and the peak stopped at his throat. forward.

He lost.

This was a result he had expected in his heart, but when it actually happened, he still lost interest in talking anymore.

Looking at his somewhat frustrated friend, Kristen just wanted to step forward to express relief. Unexpectedly, Vito in front of him seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, and Ni stared blankly at his back.

He felt a little strange. As soon as he turned around, a hand was put on his shoulder, and a gentle voice sounded in his ear:

"My personal guard, as the winner, do you want to accept my challenge?"

Suddenly looking back and looking at that young face, Kristen subconsciously called out his name:

"Lord Clay!"

Fifth update! Wuhu is done!