Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 81 The First Candidate

No one noticed how their young master Clay appeared next to them without a sound. To give an inappropriate example, it was like a shepherd dog didn't notice the wolf's kiss on their throats at all.

As a personal guard, but not vigilant enough, this will cause a big problem on the battlefield.

Seeing that the winner of the contest froze in place like a statue after calling himself, Clay felt amused in his heart. He understood the opponent's mood, so he said:

"Why, did you exhaust yourself too much just now? It's okay, I can wait."

Waking up like a dream, Krissen came back to his senses, the young master in front of him had a gentle and relaxing smile on his face, but even so, he still felt a little nervous.

"It's not... Master Clay, I'm afraid... I'll hurt you."

He stumbled a bit when he spoke, but at least he expressed his meaning. He had only seen the young master fight once before, but that time in the school field, everyone was cautious and did not dare to really use force with the young master.

There were so many people, and it wasn't his turn to face off with the young master at that time. After this period of systematic swordsmanship practice, Krissen felt that his swordsmanship had made great progress, so he had this worry.

Clay felt that he was despised by others. Although he knew that the other party was talking unintentionally, the daily social interaction of these side branches was completely different from the main line of him and the old man. He couldn't speak, and it was normal.

Shaking his head, Clay raised his wrist, and the refined steel sword at his waist was unsheathed with a bang, and the long sword made a sword flower in his hand, flashing a silver-white phantom.

"Name?" Clay asked quietly.

After being stunned for a moment, Krissen realized that the young master was asking his own name, and he replied somewhat cautiously:
"Chrissen..."

Just when he said his name, Clay's voice was like an arrow shot by a shooting star, hitting his eardrums:

"Chrissen, I have remembered your name. Now, as me, Clay Manderly's personal guard, I command you to take up your sword!"

The sword in his hand was mentioned halfway, but Clay still clearly saw Krissen's hesitation, so he added fire:

"Don't even have the courage to raise a sword? If so, then you should leave here as soon as possible, there is no need for softies here."

As soon as the words fell, Clay saw that Krissen's eyes became firm all of a sudden. He didn't know that it wasn't because of that softie that Chrison changed, but that Clay wanted to drive him home.

Restoring the glory of the family and becoming a "jazz" again has too much weight in his heart.

He couldn't accept that he was kicked out of the guards in embarrassment, absolutely not!
The blade was finally raised, and Krissen looked directly at his young master standing there and at the same time, said in a deep voice:
"Be careful, master!"

Only Clay pointed to his blade in response.

According to Sir Marlon's teaching, Kristen instinctively stepped forward to make a tentative step. In this kind of one-on-one confrontation, the one who makes the first move will often be found by the opponent who is waiting to work, and thus be defeated in one blow.

But soon, Krissen found that Master Clay in front of him was always oppressing him with his footsteps. He didn't give him a chance at all. .

He couldn't bet on the young master's patience, if he retreated any further, he would lose the space to fight back. In desperation, he gritted his teeth, stabbed forward with the long sword, and he took the lead.

He didn't know the weight of the young master's subordinates, so he was careful with this sword, if he saw that the young master didn't react, he could withdraw his strength immediately, there was no way, the difference in status between the two was too great.

But in the next second, he realized how stupid his thoughts were, because his stabbing sword was easily dodged by Clay's head, and then, Clay's sword spine, like a swimming snake, directly slapped To Krissen's sword-holding wrist.

With a muffled snort, Krissen staggered back. The severe pain in his wrist made him completely put away his contempt. If the young master had just used the sword edge, his entire right hand, including the weapon, would have already fallen to the floor tiles under his feet. up.

Clay nodded to him, indicating to continue, and the sword in his hand turned out a beautiful sword flower, with the blade pointing up and attached to the back of the arm. The blow just now was just to remind the opponent to be more serious.

Taking a deep breath, Krissen understood that the young master's swordsmanship might not be weaker than his own. There are many people in the northern border who are martial arts and have direct personalities. Only by doing their best can they win the respect of others.

After probing again, Chrisson swung his sword vigorously and slashed towards Clay's left armpit. This is a very difficult sword to defend, because the left side is a backhand, facing a full swing, the blocker It will be very difficult.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw that Master Clay's sword was like an indestructible pillar, and after a bang, he firmly received his blow.

Before he could react, Clay's left hand, which had been vacant all the time, followed his forward body, and directly clasped his sword-holding wrist.

Krissen only felt a strong force coming, the wrist that was hit by the back of Clay's sword just now was attacked again, and the severe pain that could not be resisted went straight to his brain along the nerves.

Just as the command to grit his teeth and insist on not abandoning the sword came from his brain, the instinct of his body had already made his weapon fall to the ground with a clatter. Clay pulled hard, and Krissen's throat was pulled in front of the sword.

The outcome is set!Clay's keen hearing helped him pick up the gasps of the guards around him.

It was too fast, from the start of the fight to the loss of Chrisen's weapon, two moves in a row, and the attack was still in the same position!
They all know Krissen's swordsmanship. Although they are occasionally defeated by other people, they are always among the best. They have been together for a while, and they all know it well.

But even so, in the hands of Master Clay, Collison was being played like a child, and everyone could tell that the one who kept his hand was not Collison, but Master Clay.

"Okay, Krissen, now, I am the winner. You are welcome to challenge me again and take back your winner."

Clay smiled, pulled the complicated-looking Krissen up, sheathed the long sword, and said to him with a smile.

"Master, your bravery is the strongest I have ever seen."

Still unable to speak, Collison can only compliment so awkwardly, dryly.

Clay smiled. He patted Krissen on the shoulder and said to him:

"This is the place called White Harbor. The whole of Westeros is so big. In the future, I will take you to see the martial arts of southern swordsmen."

"Of course, there is a high probability that it will be on the battlefield..." he added in his heart.

He had already decided that Krissen in front of him was his first choice.

"Chrissen, I want to give you a task, I wonder if you can complete it?" Clay put away his smile, his face was full of seriousness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Krissen's straightened body was like a javelin stuck in the ground, and he shouted loudly:

"Your blade, my direction!"

……

After the candidate was determined, Clay handed him over to his old man, who would take him to a basement that was guaranteed to be secret, where Chrisson would be tested.

As for Clay, he has left Newcastle now, and he didn't take anyone with him, because he is going to the Godswood outside of Wolf's Lair, and asked our beloved Lord Three-Eyed Raven for some magic power...

After becoming a witcher, magic power will slowly recover on its own, but now, Clay is playing the role of a mage who maintains physical stability in preparation for Krissen's mutation.

And, in order to avoid those terrible side effects, he had to come this way.

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(End of this chapter)