Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 312 I don’t want him to go back

The horns of the Great Wall sounded again. Two horns sounded, and the cavalry arrived.

Upon hearing this signal, except for the person who sent the signal, everyone else's heart tightened.

They remembered what Clay Mandalay said before he left.

Apart from him, there should be no living creatures outside the Great Wall to the north.

If something wants to come over, do everything possible to kill them.

Although I don’t know why this guy is so sure, as a famous figure in the Seven Kingdoms that even the Night Watchmen know, his words cannot be groundless, and judging from his appearance, he must know much more than the Night Watchmen of Castle Black.

Let's trust him for once, anyway, except for fools, those who dare to go outside the Great Wall by themselves at this time are all real men.

The Night's Watch admired Clay Manderly.

And now, they heard the signal from the oath brother again from the watchtower.

Is Clay Mandalay back?
Or is there really something...something?
Their great expectation is the first result.

Just a day ago, somehow, their lethargy suddenly returned.

His physical strength improved rapidly, and even the brothers who had been sleeping all woke up one after another.

It's just that no one can say what they encountered in their sleep.

It seems that everyone is not dreaming.

But this small detail is not important, as long as everyone returns to normal, the crisis will be over.

They are all guessing that Clay Mandalay must have something to do with this incident.

The heir to White Harbor has been shrouded in mystery among the Night's Watch of Castle Black.

Because this time, it is really difficult to explain with common sense.

"Look! There!"

someone shouted.

At the foot of the Great Wall, on the edge of the Ghost Shadow Forest, a figure riding a war horse walked out of the forest.

It was Clay.

After solving the problem of the three-eyed crow and leaving his dream.

After Clay failed to communicate with the remaining children of the forest, he walked without any delay.

Since you are willing to stay, wait for the servants of the cold god, or the knights from outside the territory to harvest.

It's hard to persuade the dying ghosts with words, just let them go.

Clay immediately turned around and headed south, returning to the Great Wall.

Fortunately, time in dreams is meaningless.

If it was really at the same speed as the real world, the horse brought out from Castle Black would have froze to death at the entrance of the cave long ago.

Knowing what he said to the night watchmen before he left.

Afraid of causing misunderstanding, Clay stopped at a safe place and waved his arms.

After waiting for a long time, someone on the Great Wall finally recognized him.

"It's Master Clay!"

"Open the door! Open the floodgate!"

After a while of shouting, the gate of Castle Black leading beyond the Wall finally opened to Clay again.

Glancing back at this ghostly place with no living beings, Clay clamped his horse's belly and rode his horse across the Great Wall.

Others don't know, but he has a very obvious feeling.

When the Three-Eyed Raven woke up in Winterfell and began to deal with the large amount of power of the old gods that had escaped, Clay could clearly feel that the power of the old gods in the air was rapidly fading, with part of it disappearing and another part returning. Heart tree.

Outside the Great Wall, after the power of the old gods faded, a force that felt cold began to quickly occupy these spaces.

Clay could feel that there was an emotionless gaze staring at him.

However, when I crossed the Great Wall, this feeling of being watched disappeared.

Clay knew that it was Hanshen.

When the old god's magic power is there, it is equivalent to the satellite encountering cumulonimbus clouds and shielding itself.

But as the Three-Eyed Raven started to activate, outside the Great Wall, the magical self, of course, attracted attention like a lighthouse in the dark night.

When Clay's figure disappeared in the passage, the gate closed again.

In the Ghost Shadow Forest, the sound of horseshoes sounded again.

"He's in."

"Yes, unfortunately."

"I wanted to catch him, his power, I always feel a little familiar."

"Forget it, anyway, there will always be a chance in the future, this wall can't stop us."

"Humph……"

"Unfortunately, navigators, we cannot directly open the passage for us on the other side of the wall."

"The Old Gods they call...as long as this kind of power is still there, we can't do it."

"It will be solved sooner or later, isn't that great? The vast world, the daughter of the ancient bloodline, has chosen a good place."

"Yeah, maybe we can find the key to resist Hoarfrost here, and build this place into our new home."

The voice of speaking was gradually dispersed by the wind and snow, but obviously, they did not give up at all.

A land full of hope is always very yearning.

……

"Master Clay, you are back..."

Looking at the faces around him, obviously more than before and full of excitement, Clay knew that the large-scale lethargy had stopped.

That's it.

If you go back to sleep, there will be big problems.

Once the northern population dies on a large scale, various problems will arise.

Even the assistance to the Night Watch Legion has a high probability of being terminated.

After all, he was too busy to take care of himself.

"It has ended."

Clay said.

"Yeah, it's over, Master Clay, would you mind talking to me about what's going on?"

Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont, separated from the crowd and came before Clay.

Clay had no objection to chatting with the old guy if he had time.

Unfortunately, he is very busy now.The situation in the south changes day by day, and Daenerys doesn't dare to do much without him.

I have to find a way to help her. It's not a problem to stay in Dorne's den all the time.

While Clay was dealing with it, he was thinking about it in his mind.

"Forget it, I still have something to do. The south is still a mess, so I won't stay."

Clay gently pushed the hand extended by Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. Although he was smiling, he refused firmly.

"Don't you stay? Jon is also awake, after all, you are good brothers..."

Disappointment could not be concealed on the commander-in-chief's face.

He knew very well that things in the north were absolutely unusual. Curiosity coupled with this sense of loss of control that he didn't like very much made him especially want to find out something from Clay.

Clay shook his head and said softly:
"It's gone. He has already knelt down in front of the Heart Tree and swore to become a night watchman. Then there are many sworn brothers in Castle Black. I, a nobleman with a fat head, still don't see him."

"Master Klay... you."

"So be it."

After saying that, Clay walked past the astonished Jeor Mormont and walked towards the south gate of Castle Black.

In his mind, he had a conversation with Maester Aemon before going out of the fortress.

It was in the bachelor's tower, and Clay paid a special visit to this old bachelor who had lived for a century.

Maester Aemon, who was dressed in a white robe, received him very readily.

The two sat in front of the fireplace with the door locked behind them.

Maester Aemon's gray eyes with some purple traces reflected the pensive figure of Clay Manderly, and he said with a smile:

"Mr. Clay, is there something wrong with you coming to see me so late?"

Clay put away his thoughts, adjusted his posture in the chair, and said softly:
"Aemon Targaryen, at the end of this world, how many people still know your surname?"

The old scholar was taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting that this was the first sentence that Clay spoke.

He didn't see the slightest bit of malice on Clay's face.

On his wrinkled face, there was a look of faint memory, he shook his head and said with a smile:

"Ah... I really don't think that Lord Clay would actually know that I am a Targaryen."

"I think, in the whole of Westeros, except for the archives of the Academy City, and this fellow Jeor Mormont, no one should know my surname anymore. The ability of Lord Clay is really eye-catching."

Clay waved his hand.

"I have no intention of investigating you. You are not a threat to me."

Maester Aemon was still laughing:

"Yeah, an old man who is hiding at the end of the world and is about to die, what threat is there?"

Clay nodded, this is not a pleasant topic.

"Bachelor Aemon, do you know the name Daenerys?"

Maester Aemon nodded.

"I know, Rhaegar's sister. Unfortunately, I have never seen that girl. Mormont told me that she has returned to Westeros and is attacking the Iron Throne, right?"

When saying these words, Maester Aemon's tone was very calm.

Clay can understand that a person who has seen ups and downs for a hundred years has already looked away from these things.

"Yes."

"Forgive me, I'm a little confused. Lord Clay, you seem to be very interested in my Targaryen family. Can you tell me why?"

Clayheart said, "Of course I'm interested. I want you to tell me, why do Targaryen girls bite when they can't beg for mercy?"

Throwing away these colored thoughts, Clay replied:
"Actually, I am more concerned about the Targaryen in Castle Black."

"Ok?"

Maester Aemon made a nasal sound full of doubts.

He couldn't understand what Clay was saying.

Wasn't he the only Targaryen left in Castle Black?
But he knew very well that Clay Mandler's words were definitely not referring to him.

"Jon Snow."

Clay said the name.

"Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, a by-product of the Usurper's War."

It was very obvious that Maester Aemon's pupils shrank suddenly.

The answer was completely beyond his expectations.

He just felt that he liked Jon very much, but now, Clay Mandler told him that that kid had the same blood as his?
"I know you don't believe it, it doesn't matter, I just came to tell you, believe it or not is up to you."

Maester Aemon was completely bewildered by Clay.

If this person hadn't been one of the most powerful people in the North according to Mormont, he would have thought that the person in front of him was a madman.

"Master Clay, what exactly do you want to say?"

Looking directly into his eyes, Clay spoke calmly:
"I hope you will lock him on this Great Wall for the rest of your life and do your best."

"Daenerys, she is my wife, don't be surprised, you will know the news sooner or later."

"When I leave Castle Black, I will prove that everything I said was true."

"I don't want Jon Snow to return to the Seven Kingdoms."

"His inheritance is higher than that of Daenerys."

"I don't care, but I don't want to bother Daenerys."

"Just think of it as protecting him. Remember, if I find out that Jon Snow has returned to the system of the Seven Kingdoms, then, believe me, he will leave this world in a dishonorable way."

"I do what I say."

……

Aemon Targaryen had been thinking about the endless words Clay Manderly had said to him.

It was difficult for him to understand and he was doubtful.

He didn't know what methods Clay Mandler would use to prove himself.

Even if Clay Manderly returned to Castle Black, he never saw him again until he left.

Until he heard the soul-stirring roar that made his blood boil again after years of silence.

And that giant blue-gold shadow that streaked across the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Amid the uproar, Aemon Targaryen saw the familiar figure on the dragon's back.

he believed...

(End of this chapter)