Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 23 Leave
"I think my conditions have already shown enough sincerity, agent of the gods."

He said slowly, the pale and withered skin wrinkled together, as if it would crack in the next second.

The Three-Eyed Crow was a little angry, but more out of helplessness. It was true that he said there was nothing he could do about Clay. When his crow observed Clay, he was shocked by the magic that filled Clay's body.

He has long tried to use the power of magic to interfere with this "heretic" that is rampant in the northern border, but it has no effect at all.

"No, in my opinion, you call me the agent of the Ability God, so there is no basis for trust between us. Besides, Lord Three-Eyed Raven, how do I know that you will definitely fulfill the contract?"

At this time, there was no need for Clay to pretend anymore, and he simply pointed out the identity of the other party.

The blood-colored pupil of the Three-Eyed Raven dilated slightly, obviously surprised that Clay knew his identity, and it took him a long time before he spoke:
"You surprised me again, Agent of the Ability Gods. I don't seem to have shown myself in front of you before. How did you know my identity?"

His question earned Clay a mouthful of white teeth and a slightly mocking voice:
"As you said, it doesn't matter."

Clay thought to himself, if I tell you that your body is outside the Great Wall again, will your three eyes turn into four in fright?
"..."

Taking a deep breath, the Three-Eyed Crow decided to give up on this question. He understood what the basis of trust was for the irritating Ability God agent in front of him.

"Well, as you wish, I want to hear your conditions."

To be honest, Clay doesn't want to turn against the three-eyed crow, be ruthless, Bran is out of control, what does it matter if he dies or not?
If these nobles from the Seven Kingdoms are regarded as investment targets, it is reasonable to say that none of them are high-quality targets. If you don’t believe me, just look at the ending. Within a few years, these famous dukes almost died.

The old wolf died on the guillotine, the old Duke of the Tully family died of illness, Lord Tywin died in the toilet, the Tyrell and Baratheon families died, the prince of Dorne was assassinated, and the now deceased Prime Minister Jon Ayrin, it can be said that the death rate is full.

Therefore, this is Jon Snow, who is full of the halo of the protagonist, can play all the way, from the illegitimate son to the commander-in-chief of the night watchman, and then to the king in the north. he.

In fairness, what Clay most wants to invest in is Daenerys who is far away across the narrow sea, but now, he lacks an opportunity, and Daenerys, who has not experienced blood and fire, is also unqualified. Golian.

"You can do what you want to Bran, but the magic power of the heart tree in the north must be open to me, and the previous requirements are still valid."

This is Clay's condition. In fact, he didn't intend to let the other party get him a dragon or a hatchable dragon egg at all. The real purpose was the magic power in the heart tree.

He is not Daenerys, and regardless of whether he can control the blood of the dragon, it is impossible for him to abandon White Harbor, a wealthy city that is rare in all of Westeros, at this stage.

White Harbor is not Essos. As long as Daenerys solves her own safety issues, no one can do anything to her dragon, but imagine raising a dragon to play in White Harbor?

With Xiaolong's growth rate, no matter how well the secrecy work is done, it will be discovered. Then there will be fun, and there is a high probability that the seven kingdoms will stop the civil war and directly march to White Harbor.

The best ending is that the dragon is robbed or killed under the power of soldiers, and if he is lucky, he flies away by himself, and then Clay is deprived of his heir status, and puts on black clothes and goes to the Great Wall with Jon Snow to eat snow foam.

However, things are not always as Clay expected.

"Okay, but I also have a condition. Except for Winterfell, all the weirwoods in the north under the protection of my lord have magic power, but this magic power has an upper limit. You can't do what you did in the godswood. Serious damage to the tree itself."

Understood, you can smoke, but not too hard, um, acceptable.

etc!Did He promise to really get himself a dragon?

Just when he realized it, Clay heard His voice before he could open his mouth:

"The deal is concluded, Ability God Agent, you can contact me when you touch the weirwood in the future, and look forward to seeing you next time."

The Throne Hall twisted before Clay's eyes, and then he returned to the Great Hall of Winterfell in a blink of an eye, and not a single minute passed by here.

Seeing Clay's somewhat stiff posture, Rob asked suspiciously:
"Clay?"

Pulled back to reality by this sound, Clay finally came to his senses, and quickly let go of Bran. In his field of vision, a magic thread broke through the wall and wrapped around Bran's body again. Once, Clay didn't stop him.

He stood up straight, bowing to the Duke and Duchess of Stark who looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, Clay, you go back. Remember, Winterfell always welcomes you."

……

The majestic city walls of Winterfell had already been left behind by Clay, and Clay, who was riding on his horse, breathed the cold air in the northern region, and looked at his grandfather who was as tall as a city wall.

"I have to say, boy, you did a good job this time."

Seeing his grandson looking at him, Earl Wyman turned his head, stroked his gray beard and smiled.

He is now very satisfied with his grandson who returned from Essos, dared to kill Lannister, and made friends with the Stark family, and he has good sword skills.

What made him unhappy was that Vera shouldn't be allowed to mess around when he came out this trip, otherwise Clay wouldn't have entered the dungeon, and he shouldn't have such thoughts after the failure of his efforts on Wilfried of.

What's more, the candidate for the captain of the guard has also lost his eyes. He already knew about Clay sleeping in the mud, and Vera was harassed. The captain of the guard has his heart.

Earl Wyman looked at the White Harbor Guards around him, and felt very happy in his heart.

When he just left the city, the Queen Lannister who got the news really sent someone to stop Clay and herself from leaving. Seeing this scene, the 100 cavalrymen of hers immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths. The army moved out of the way.

Clay, who was watching this scene, felt the same. Sure enough, big fists are the last word. Regardless of whether you are a queen, in this world, when your fists are big enough to crush everyone, you are the king.

All the way down the White Sword River, a week later, Clay smelled the unique salty smell of the seaside again, and saw the huge city surrounded by giant white walls at the end of his vision.

The mermaid flag fluttered, and only under this flag did Clay feel the long-lost relaxation.

(End of this chapter)