Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 29 Persuasion
"What is this..." Earl Wyman, who had experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, was silent for a long time before he asked this sentence with difficulty.

Clay understood the shock in his heart. After all, for the vast majority of ordinary people in this world, magic is a thing that only exists in legends. In the more than 100 years since the dragon died out, magic has completely disappeared.

The once glorious Red God priests were reduced to clowns performing fire-breathing juggling, and the servants of the Cold God, the Foreign Ghosts, were even blocked by a desperate Great Wall, making everyone ignore their existence.

At this time, a person with magical ability is either a hero in an epic or a fearsome and abominable wizard.

"Magic, a seal that can create flames."

In Clay's eyes, his old man stared at him with two bull's eyes. He knew that he had to give the old man a reasonable explanation.

But what can he say, he can't give the old man popular science about what is the world of demon hunters, what is a demon hunter, etc., because he will probably be regarded as crazy.

So, even though he didn't want to, he had to fool and make up.

"When I was traveling in Essos, I got a broken ancient parchment book in High Valyrian, which I couldn't understand."

"At the beginning, I thought it was a record of some treasure or something, so I specially split each page of this book into several pieces, and handed them to the recruited slaves who knew Valyrian. It turns out that this is actually a tome used by the ancient Valyrian dragon kings to create powerful warriors."

"It records the method of mutating ordinary people into powerful warriors, and this is only part of the warrior's ability."

Clay raised his left hand that had just released the seal, and waved it lightly.

Earl Wyman's brain turned sharply. Although he was unwilling, he had to catch the loopholes in Clay's rhetoric. He had to be responsible for the Mandalay family. He was the patriarch of the Mandalay family first, and then Clay's grandfather.

After carefully chewing Clay's description many times, Earl Wyman did not find any loopholes. The dragon kings of ancient Valyria used magic on a large scale. Sometimes it does happen.

The slaves who understand Valyrian also make sense. Although I have never heard of any powerful warriors, Valyria's once brilliant civilization like the gods can indeed breed some unexpected things.

Over the past few decades, he has been able to hear some magical things flowing out of the ruins in the sea of ​​smoke intermittently, but he never thought that his grandson would actually get one, and he would be the first to use it on himself.

Seeing his grandson who looked somewhat similar to himself, Earl Wyman hesitated, believing in the Seven Gods, he could not accept his heirs being contaminated with magic that was contrary to teachings, but from the perspective of the family, it was completely different. It's the same thing.

Panting heavily, Earl Wyman asked his grandson:
"Where is that book now?"

When this question was asked, Earl Wyman knew that Clay had convinced himself, but it was not Clay, it was he who convinced himself.

"I have destroyed the original manuscript, and I have memorized all the contents."

Clay pointed to his forehead, and then added:
"I came to you today just to tell you about this. I want to secretly cultivate such a troop in the family."

Seeing that, after so much foreshadowing, Clay finally revealed his purpose.

"A fighter like me can do a lot more than ordinary people in battle."

"Resist!" Clay released the Quen Seal, and at the same time drew out the long sword from his waist and threw it into the air.

Under Earl Wyman's shocked gaze, the falling long sword hit Clay's head, but with a harsh collision sound, the long sword was bounced off and fell to the ground.

"Slow down!" It was very close, and Clay took two steps forward and released a seal of Arden under the old man's feet. Immediately, Earl Wyman felt as if his feet were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

"Impact!" Facing the wooden rack full of weapons, Clay made an Alder seal. The dull sound was followed by the sound of the weapon rack breaking and the weapon flying to the ground.

"Confusion!" In the eyes of the old man who was getting brighter, Clay released the Axii sign on the horse that was frightened by the sign, and an inverted triangle rune flashed away, and the horse that had just stood up suddenly It became gentle, and it didn't even react much when Clay drew his dagger and cut its skin.

Clay stopped. The release of this set of seals drained the magic power stored in his seals. He had to rest for a while, but Earl Wyman, who was standing by, looked at him as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

As a veteran on the battlefield, he knows too well what it means for such a fighter to be energy-produced.

It is conceivable that such a warrior must be expensive to manufacture, but it doesn't matter, the Mandalay family is backed by White Harbor, and some of them are golden dragons.

Such a small team may not be able to play a big role in the crowd, but their terrifying individual quality is a nightmare on the battlefield.

The armies of the two sides are fighting each other in front of each other, and this team can do too much.

Killing the sentry in a small-scale conflict and burning the food stockpile will directly force the main force in the front to retreat. You must know the degree of military organization in this world.

It is also possible to engage in assassination, although it is disgusting, but it is indeed a necessary means in the very times. With the ability of Axi's seal, it can quietly approach the target, hit it with one blow, and travel thousands of miles away.

And the existence of such a small team itself forced the opposing coach to adjust the layout, such as putting more defenders to guard food roads and water sources, sending more guards to guard big shots, and so on.

This invisibly greatly reduces the number of soldiers the opponent can send to the frontal battlefield.

These ideas took shape in the heart of the Earl of White Harbor after Clay's demonstration, and more importantly, White Harbor holds the monopoly right to manufacture this kind of fighter.

This is an inestimable treasure!

Earl Wyman made a definition in his heart. He had to fully evaluate the abilities of this kind of fighter to determine how many golden dragons to invest in. But one thing is certain, White Harbor will form the first team in Westeros in the future. Such a squad.

"Are you sure you haven't disclosed this ability to anyone?"

Hearing this sentence, Clay knew that he had won, and the old man must be tempted.

He shook his head vigorously:
"No, I'm sure."

"That's good..." Taking a deep breath, the old man looked at the grandson in front of him who always brought him surprises, and felt even more satisfied.

The Manderly family has never been known for force, but now, Earl Wyman wants to change this impression.

　With the support of the family, the protagonist's plan finally started.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)