Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

"Igni..."

As he muttered this strange pronunciation, the shock in Kerison's heart was hard to describe in words. Without the help of anything, a person's palm could actually spit out fire.

Clay read the look on his face and understood his feelings very well. This was a power that did not belong to this world. If it could not surprise people, it would be a shame for his own efforts.

"Do you remember the release gesture of this seal?"

Clay patted Kerrison on the shoulder to wake him up from his soliloquy. The latter suddenly became excited and answered quickly:

"Remember it, I will definitely remember it, sir!"

"That's good. There are five kinds of seals in total, but I won't demonstrate them to you one by one here."

Looking at Kristen's confused eyes, Clay smiled tiredly, pointed at Kristen, and said helplessly:

"Don't you think you stink too much? Vomit, smelly sweat... If you hadn't been able to release the seal, I would have doubted that my mutation was successful."

The witcher's mutation also gave the mutant an excellent sense of smell. If the huge shock of the Igni Seal hadn't made Krissen lose his mind, he would have been fainted by the smell of his own body.

Visible to the naked eye, Krissen's throat was rolling as his sense of smell came back online. He was obviously suppressing the feeling of vomiting rushing into his throat. Clay waved his hand, indicating that he would wait here.

When leaving the house, Clay said:

"Be clear-headed. Apart from you, me and the count, no other person can know about the power you have gained."

After more than a day, Clay once again opened the wooden door engraved with red marks. The only person guarding the door was the old man's closest guard.

Hearing the noise and seeing Clay coming out when the door opened, the guard immediately stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Master, have you finished handling your matter?"

Nodding, Clay pointed to the inside of the door and directly ordered:

"Go, find two people and clean it up. There is one of my personal guards inside. Let him clean up inside and then come out."

He didn't bother to pay attention to the weird look in the guard's eyes. What was going on in his mind?

"Okay sir!"

Seeing Clay turn around and leave after giving instructions, the guard could only stroke his chest and salute, and then went to find someone to work with a strange look on his face.

…

Poseidon Tower, Study Room

Clay, who returned to his room, cleaned himself up and took a short rest, was now sitting neatly in his old man's study, skillfully opened a bottle of wine for himself, and leaned on the table in front of the old man. In the soft chair.

Regarding his grandson's hidden behavior, Earl Weiman just blew his beard and pretended not to have seen it.

Clay slowly drank a large sip of Summer Red for himself and let out a satisfied sigh. Compared to the golden wine of Qingting Island, he preferred this wine to his taste.

"Drink less. You can still drink now than when your father was younger. Three generations of my Mandalay family have been alcoholics. I really don't know who to blame."

The old man complained about his grandson's behavior, but he kept pouring himself a large glass, and then put down the almost empty wine bottle.

Clay shrugged indifferently. Clay would hear such words whenever he drank with the old man. He was already used to it.

"Tell me, how's that kid, Kristen? Did you succeed?"

Compared with wine, the old man is still most concerned about this issue.

Clay nodded, with a look of relaxation on his face after exhaustion, and he replied calmly:

"Grandpa, don't worry, we have succeeded. This process is so excruciating that I almost can't hold on."

Seeing the questioning look from the old man, Clay felt that it was necessary to talk to me a little, so he thought about it and continued:

"It goes without saying that you can guess from the several materials we have collected that if you mix them together and drink them directly, you will die."

"If you want to succeed, you must have sufficient auxiliary means, such as magic."

The old man thought of his grandson's methods that were still fresh in his memory, and couldn't help but nodded.

Clay continued:

"The function of this special medicine is to completely change a person from the inside of the body. This process is very dangerous and must be assisted by someone."

"It took me a day to stabilize his body, and the rest fell into place."

After listening to his grandson's words, the old man was silent for a long time and suddenly asked:

"Then, this Krissen, after experiencing this... mutation, can he be like you?"

He must find out how capable the warriors created by Sun Tzu are. This is what he must know as the ruler of White Harbor.

"No, he is still far away. The completion of the mutation only gives him the possibility to use those abilities. As for someone like me, he must practice for a long time and learn a lot of things."

"For example, I only taught him the Igni seal that can light fire, but if I don't teach him the rest, no one in this world will be able to give him these abilities."

Earl Wyman believed deeply in what his grandson said. This was probably the logic of teaching his apprentices to starve their masters to death. In fact, demon hunters have many abilities and a huge knowledge base, but Clay will not teach them all.

Although he can directly observe the thoughts of every demon hunter through the system, he must be careful in everything.

In this world, he is not the only one with magical power, the Three-Eyed Crow, Melisandre, Thoros, and even the White Walker Night King beyond the Great Wall.

Therefore, he must keep what should be kept in his own hands. If an accident occurs, he must leave himself enough room to maneuver.

"That's good. I don't understand this, but you can control it yourself. What are your plans next?"

Clay knew that the old man was asking whether he would continue to create witchers. Regarding this question, Clay had already considered this question in his mind. He shook his head and expressed his thoughts:

"Don't be in a hurry. If you do too much at once, problems will arise if you can't control them one by one. Moreover, this kind of thing is also a huge drain on me. I can't spend all my energy on it."

"After all, I am a Mandalay first, and then a warrior of the so-called ancient Valyria."

This sentence obviously spoke to the heart of the old man, with a smile of satisfaction on his red face. His grandson is good at this, he can handle it clearly and will not become a slave of strength.

"Okay, you decide for yourself. Oh, by the way, it seems that you haven't gone to the Wolf's Den yet when you come back this time. I have been in charge of this period. When you come back, go and have a look. After all, you are the White Sea Guard." commander."

The old man raised the trident ring inlaid with blue gems on his hand and said quietly:

"Blue and red are different after all. Those guys only recognize red."

Nodding, Clay knew that it was really time for him to go there and take a look.

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