Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 80 The Demon Hunters of the Future

After processing the first "hot" herbal decoction, Clay felt slightly tired, which was acceptable and did not affect his actions.

Playing with the three small bottles of the improved herbal decoction in his hand, Clay couldn't see any difference between them and the original ones with his naked eyes. After thinking about it, he put the herbal decoction back in his hand in the inventory.

If I remember correctly, this thing has no fresh-keeping ability, and it needs to be used as soon as it is made. It is impossible for Clay to let it be exposed to the outside for too long.

"Let's not make medicine now, I have to go and see those guys who have been screened out, and pick a lucky one from them to become the second demon hunter after me."

Clay propped his chin on one hand and muttered to himself, yesterday, his old man gave him the truth. After Sir Marlon finished screening people, the old man has been brainwashing these guys during Clay's absence.

Originally, as a tributary branch from the main line of Mandalay for thousands of years, they were already extremely excited to see the patriarch of the main line again, Earl Wyman, the core of the Mandalay family.

And now, they know that they have passed through multiple screenings, and can finally return to their family's fortress, Newcastle, and they are loyal to the future Earl of White Harbor, Master Clay Manderly. They feel that the future is bright one slice.

The old man kept brainwashing him, promoting Clay's deeds in Winterfell, and incidentally pointed out that Clay had an adventure in Essos, and they will also have the honor to experience the young master's experience at that time.

According to the old man, he is very satisfied with the performance of these people. Now, Clay is going to see what kind of guys can satisfy the old man.

……

After all, he has already joined the White Harbor Guard. On the surface, it is Clay's future bodyguard who was selected. The first batch of 22 people who finally passed the screening are currently staying in the garrison room of Newcastle, living with other guards .

Yesterday, their long-awaited master, Clay Mandalay, finally returned from the territory of those southerners. With great excitement, they went to the port to greet their master for the first time as personal guards.

Although no one among those who greeted them could match Clay's sister Wilfield's status, this did not prevent them from participating in this welcome.

22 pairs of eyes, staring intently at the tall young man who got off the boat with a sword at his waist, wishing to engrave the young man's face in his mind.

Lying on the bed, Christen Mandler stroked the family armor set aside, thinking about his future life.

This pair of armor was worn by his great-grandfather when he followed the Earl of White Harbor at that time. As the earl was entrusted to the north of White Harbor at that time, he became a knight. His great-grandfather had a good life at that time.

However, the two generations of his grandfather and father were not people who knew how to run a business. Relying on the inheritance left by their ancestors, they acted recklessly, and eventually the family declined. When he came to him, there was only a pair of armor that no one had worn for decades. up.

Originally, for him, selling this pair of armor that once entrusted countless honors was the only choice for him for his future life. After all, people still have to survive.

But one day, the well-known Sir Marlon Manderly of White Harbor found him suddenly, and gave him a chance to change his life and revitalize his family business, that is, to become the young master of White Harbor, the one he had never seen before. Clay Manderly's bodyguard.

From the strange discussions heard in the streets and alleys of Baigang, Collison knew that this young young master was a ruthless person who dared to directly swing a sword at the Lannister family in front of His Majesty the king.

Krissen hadn't learned his father's idle habits, but he had inherited his and his grandfather's disdain for the Southerners, especially for the Lannisters, who had done a lot of things to tarnish their honor during the War of the Usurper.

For such a master, Christen looked forward to it. According to Sir Marlon, in the future, Clay's sword will point in their direction.

Just as he was thinking, Vito Mandler, who was fighting with a chicken leg, walked to Krissen's bed, pointed to his steel sword on the bedside, and invited with a smile:

"Would you like to compete in the courtyard, Sir Christen?"

"Jazz" is the nickname given to him by the crowd to ridicule Krissen, because he is the one who works the hardest and the hardest in training and study. Everyone says that he works so hard, and he will definitely want to be mastered by Master Clay in the future. He took a fancy to him, made him a knight, and became a "jazz" again.

Although his grades are not number one, he has been receiving praise from Sir Malone. Sometimes his attitude is more important than his talent.

Vito Mandler, as one of his closest friends among the 20 people, invited him to a sword competition, and he naturally had no intention of refusing.

With a laugh, he jumped up from the bed, without wearing armor, picked up his long sword, and followed Vito Mandler, who had already killed a chicken leg, out the door.

The two people, both in ordinary clothes, stood outside in the open space. They were very familiar with each other's subordinates, and believed that the other party would not hurt themselves.

This is also what Earl Wyman specially emphasized to them when he came to see them. These personal guards want to be people who can trust their backs to their comrades. They only care about the enemy in front of them and believe that their comrades will protect themselves. the back.

"Come on!" Vito, whose sword skills are not as good as Krissen's, preempted the attack. After a loud roar, he rushed forward with his sword in hand. There was already a large circle of people around him. Watching the competition between brothers their most important show.

Standing on the periphery, Clay, who was calmly watching the scene, carefully examined every attack or defense of the two sword-wielding men in front of him. No matter how beautiful the words are, only the hands can see the truth.

More than 20 people could not be surrounded tightly, Clay approached slowly, his eyes swept over everyone here, not letting go of a single detail.

In the end, he withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the two people who were fighting. With experience and excellent observation skills, he had already judged that the black curly-haired personal guard was about to lose.

Fighting is a great consumption of physical energy, no one is an exception.

Shortness of breath and stiff arms are signs of exhaustion. The sword skills of the two are not much different, but the curly-haired black-haired guard is slightly inferior in physical fitness to his opponent.

Sure enough, ten seconds later, in a fierce confrontation, Vito with black curly hair couldn't hold the hilt of his sword, and was knocked off his weapon. In the next second, a black mottled long sword was delivered to him, and the sharp point stopped at his throat. forward.

He lost.

This was the result he had long expected in his heart, but it really happened, which still made him a little bit uninterested in talking.

Seeing his frustrated friend, Krissen just wanted to step forward to say a word of relief, but he didn't expect that Vito in front of him seemed to have been immobilized by someone, and he stared blankly at his back.

He felt a little strange, just as he turned his head, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a gentle voice sounded in his ear:

"My personal guard, as the winner, do you want to accept my challenge?"

Looking back suddenly, looking at that young face, Krissen subconsciously called out his name:
"Master Clay!"

　Fifth update!Wuhu is done!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)