Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 28
"Grandpa, there is something I must tell you."

Clay's words and solemn expression aroused Earl Wyman's interest a little. In his impression, his grandson had never talked to him so seriously before.

"Oh, what does our northern warrior have to say to me?"

Clay threw down his sword, sat next to his old man, and organized his words:

"Grandpa, I was assassinated in Winterfell."

With just one sentence, Earl Wyman's hand touching the gray beard froze in mid-air, his eyes widened, and he was speechless with his mouth half-opened.

But this state only lasted for a second, and Earl Wyman's flushed face immediately turned red.

The old guy stood up angrily. There is still someone in the north who dares to kill his grandson. Who is it? !
The first thing that came to his mind was Roose Burton, the old skinner in the Dreadfort in the north of him.

The fiefs of the two families are connected together, and there have always been territorial disputes over a tree, a well, and a village.

When he was young, he once led the cavalry to confront the pikemen of the Bolton family near the city of Hornwood, and they almost met each other.

If Duke Stark hadn't led his troops to directly surround them, the two families would have been bloody at that time.

Therefore, when Clay became his heir but was assassinated again, the first thing Earl Wyman thought of was his old opponent.

With a sullen face and a voice as hard as a stone, he asked:
"Is that the old Peeler?"

Seeing that Clay was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't nod, Earl Wyman's gray and thick brows gathered together.

It wasn't Old Peeling, who would want to kill his grandson? Thinking of Clay's actions in Winterfell, the old earl was startled and blurted out:
"Is it the queen?!"

Shaking his head again, Clay didn't want to let the old man make unnecessary guesses here, and ordinary people wouldn't think of Petyr if they thought about it.

Clay gave the answer directly.

"It was sent by our Chancellor, Petyr Baelish."

Hearing this name, the figure of the old earl pacing back and forth stopped. As an older generation of nobles, he was not familiar with this name, but the name of the Minister of Finance was still very loud after all, and he quickly locked it from his memory. There was a figure full of narrow smiles.

But immediately, he was a little confused. Why did the Chancellor of the Exchequer kill his grandson because he was interested in Baigang's wealth?
It was a stupid idea, because if he really cared about the dragon of White Harbor, Littlefinger should be doing blackmail instead of assassination.

He didn't have the slightest doubt about Clay's intentions, because Clay didn't even have a reason to deceive himself.

After all, he was a nobleman who had been the head of the patriarch for decades. He didn't want to understand why Littlefinger did it, but he quickly caught a trace of something wrong, he asked.

"Wait, Clay, why didn't I hear Lord Ed say about this, and the White Harbor Guard didn't give me any feedback about it?"

Looking directly at Clay, Lord Wyman waited for his answer.

"Because I am the only one who knows about this matter from the beginning to the end. No, Master Ed also knows about it, but not completely."

"You alone know? Where's the assassin?"

Clay did not answer this question, but raised another topic:
"At that time, I was in a dungeon, and anyone who assassinated any existence would think that Lannister did it, and our Lord Petyr took advantage of this and wanted me to be a good time to ignite Stark and Lannis." A very strife Mars."

"I subdued the assassin, pried out the real culprit from his mouth, and then I let him go, because as long as this assassin exists, the end will be the same whether he is dead or alive."

"Littlefinger wants me to set the fire on fire, but I don't agree with his wishes. His schemes can be realized on other people's heads, but he can't do it here."

After finishing his words, Clay closed his mouth. There were only the grandparents and grandchildren left on the school grounds. It was so quiet that only the sound of the mermaid flag fluttering in the wind could be heard.

The old man pursed his lips, his face was ugly.

His intuition told him that there were too many things buried underwater in the whole thing, and this assassination, as Clay said, was just a move by Littlefinger to provoke the relationship between the lion and the wolf.

Although he was angry that his grandson was being used as a pawn for no reason, he was more afraid. People in the north had always been too closed to news from the south.

In his eyes, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Minister of Intelligence, the Chief Academician, etc., are equivalent to the three symbols of a golden dragon, an eye, and a necklace to him.

"Just let that assassin go and tell me who he is. I still have some power in my hands. As long as the status is not too high, I can kill him anyway."

As if he expected that his old man would be angry but he couldn't let the assassin go, Clay replied with a smile:

"Don't worry, he can't run away!"

"Oh?"

Clay was confident, saying:
"That person is a small nobleman in the king's land. I asked him to send a letter to our dear Lord Petyr saying that I had been killed, but it was obvious that I appeared on the white Hong Kong, Littlefinger will know about this soon."

"So, comparing the assassin's letter with the news that you are alive, Littlefinger will definitely believe that the assassin himself lied, and as a royal nobleman, he must have a foundation in the king's land, and he can't run away at all."

Earl Wyman followed Clay's train of thought and immediately understood Clay's plan. This kid didn't plan to do it himself at all, he wanted to use Littlefinger's own hands to clean up the house.

"Wait a minute, how can you be sure that he will give the raven to Littlefinger, he will be so stupid?"

Earl Wyman was keen to see an obvious hole in the plan.

But what answered him was Clay's hey laugh.

"Don't worry, he will definitely do this, because he encountered an irresistible force."

"What do you mean?"

Earl Wyman's slack brows collided exhaustedly. He didn't understand Clay's words. What is an irresistible force?
At this time, he saw Clay raised his left hand towards the distance, making a gesture he couldn't understand.

Open the palm, bend the index finger and put it close to the raised middle finger, and stretch the remaining three fingers forward and apart.

As soon as a confused look appeared on his face, Earl Wyman heard Clay utter a word softly:
"Igni!"

The flames made the old earl's eyes red, and the raging flames made him feel the heat even in this cold northern land.

Looking at the scorched land and the burning weeds, Earl Wyman stared blankly at the somewhat strange grandson, his mind was at a loss.

At this time, he heard Clay's slow but firm answer:

"He will definitely do this, because he cannot resist the power of magic..."

The typo is posted first and then corrected, and the dog's head will save his life.

(End of this chapter)