Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 45 Hatching or not, that is a question

When Clay's guards felt something was wrong and hurried into the godswood, they saw his young master fell asleep leaning against the trunk of the heart tree exhaustedly.

There was nothing around but a wooden box beside the puddle. The box was empty, and the guards found nothing.

The crisp sound of the guard's steel boots crushing the leaves of the withered heart tree woke Clay from his deep sleep, but he didn't want to stand up at all.

He was really exhausted. After enduring indescribably severe pain, Clay, who was almost collapsed, felt the scorching blood flow. Finally, as the Three-Eyed Crow said, he stayed at the position of his heart and did not move.

Seeing that the promise has been fulfilled, the rest is only Clay's own problem. The ugly sound of the three-eyed crow breaking like a dead tree echoed in the ancient godswood forest. He flapped his wings and disappeared, and the figure of Hodor of Winterfell, Also disappear behind countless vegetation.

Boundless drowsiness hit Clay, and before he finally couldn't help being overwhelmed by the drowsiness, he put the dragon egg into his demon hunter system inventory, just like he puts the ingredients of green grass decoction.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The guards asked Clay anxiously, lamenting in their hearts, this Master Clay is good at everything else, he is kind to others, and has extraordinary courage. It is this hobby of acting alone that really makes them headaches as guards.

I heard that this is not the first time that the young master has done this. Hosta, the captain of the guard who went to Winterfell with the young master, has been transferred to the blacksmith's shop to forge iron because of the ineffectiveness of the guard.

"It's okay..." Clay waved his hand, and he had already found a reason for himself in a moment of sobriety.

"Drank some wine with Sir Bartimus. His bottle was too strong. No, I'm really sleepy."

Sniffing his nose slightly, the guards really smelled a faint smell of wine from the young master. It seems that what the young master said is true, and there is no need for the guards to ask Sir Bartimus for verification, as long as Master Clay is fine.

Whether it's true or not, they don't care about the guards. They never get involved in matters between nobles.

Two guards with big arms and round waists came and helped Clay, who was pretending to be drunk, onto the horse's back. The two guards clamped Clay on the left and right to prevent him from falling off the horse.

Clay, who was sitting crookedly on his horseback, lamented in his heart. It seemed that this drunken scene had to be performed all the way. Therefore, the swaying young master of Baigang, with boundless sleepiness, stood before the guards. Surrounded by them, they returned to Newcastle.

After handing Clay to Wilfield who came to pick him up, the captain of the guard was relieved. After thinking about it, he turned and went to the Sea God Tower where Earl Wyman was.

Earl Wyman, who was sitting by the fireplace listening to the report of the guard captain, was just a little surprised when he heard that Clay was drunk. In his impression, his grandson was very casual in drinking, and he was rarely seen drunk.

But when Earl Wyman, who was still a little cheerful at first, heard that it was Sir Bartimus who was drinking with Clay, he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have realized something, and his face suddenly became weird.

The old man agreed to drink that bottle of wine with himself, how could he just drink it with his grandson?Is there still a little brotherhood between old brothers?
Under the inexplicable gaze of the guards, the expression on Earl Wyman's face changed several times in a row, and then he waved him out.

As soon as the door was closed, he heard the sound of the earl throwing something. This sound made him feel at a loss. What is the reason for this sudden anger?

……

When Clay woke up, it was already noon the next day. He only knew that he entered the room leaning on his sister Wilfield's shoulder, and it was only now that he woke up again.

"Believe in the old bird, the Three-Eyed Crow, I am..."

Forget it, don't scold yourself like that, I let him take the dragon egg, after all, I still blame myself for this matter.

Leaning on the head of the bed with soft cushions, Clay felt the faint burning sensation in his heart. He knew that the blood of the Dragon King was shrinking in his heart, and he had to solve this trouble as soon as possible.

I checked my mana pool, I spent 40 points yesterday to counteract the pain, and now Clay still has 80 mana in stock.

Mobilizing the magic power, Clay felt the change of the Dragon King's blood in his heart.

My own blood was wrapped by the magic power from the demon hunter, rushing towards the blood of the Dragon King, which was clearly distinct in the heart. As soon as the two bloods of magic power came into contact, a sharp pain like a needle prick immediately came from Clay's body. came from the chest.

After gasping for a few hot breaths, Clay's pale face gradually returned to normal due to the pain.

Cursing secretly, Clay experienced the changes in the blood of the Dragon King again. After this collision and fusion, Clay could feel that there was an almost imperceptible scorching heat in the ball of magic blood that belonged to him just now.

There is a door!

Clay figured it out clearly, the moment he kept hitting the dragon king's blood with his magic blood and completely integrated them into his own blood, a new dragon king's blood would be born!

But... Judging from the pain just now, if he used all his magic power to touch the blood of the Dragon King, he would probably die young because of the severe pain that caused his heart to stop beating.

Yes, I have to take my time. Clay was speechless, saying that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. It seems that he has to endure this long-term pain.

Ignoring the dragon king's blood that will be known later, Clay is thinking about another question:
I got the dragon egg, what should I do now?
In the past, he was always thinking about what he would do if he really gave himself a dragon, but now that this possibility is really in front of Clay's eyes, he has to think carefully.

Raising a direwolf is not the same thing as raising a dragon. The former is called a family symbol, and the northern border is orthodox. Putting yourself here is called the remnant of the previous dynasty, and everyone can punish it...

If you want to say that you are a small family that can't be found even in the dirt, Clay leads the dragon to run without saying a word, but the problem is that he is a rich man in the North, and the whole of Westeros has a big family named Mann. Dele's real heir.

This is difficult to handle, anyway, from a rational point of view, it is impossible for him to abandon all his current identities and status for a dragon, but from an emotional point of view, Wilfield, Vera, his old man, these He couldn't bring up the idea of ​​betrayal at all.

But no matter what, Clay wants to leave a way out for himself, because on the other side of the narrow sea, a vengeful queen who will bring three dragons in the future will lead the army back to Westeros.

If I really met him on the battlefield, my dragon might have some unexpected effect.

After all, by that time, in this world, only Daenerys Targaryen will be the real dragon king left, but maybe there will be Clay...

(End of this chapter)