Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 83 Trial Begins

Krissen was sent by Earl Wyman's guards to the basement of the Sea God Tower, in a room with a red mark on the door.

He had asked the guard what this room was for, but obviously, the guard didn't know much more than him.

There are many candles lit in the room, which should be freshly packed, and there are not many traces of solidified candle tears under the candles.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a table with nothing on it, only a candlestick.

There is a bed in the middle, it should be a bed...

This thing is made of thick steel rods, and there is a gap in the middle, which should be able to lie down a person, and he noticed that there are unclosed metal buckles on the hands, feet and neck, and he doesn't know what they are for. of.

There were a few chairs around, and he even saw enough water and food for one person for a long time near a cabinet near the door.

Other than that, there was nothing here, only black brick walls and countless flickering candles in sight.

The guard told him to wait for Master Clay here, and then went out by himself. He heard the sound of locking the door, and pushed it, and sure enough, he was locked here.

When people are locked up in a claustrophobic place, they will more or less feel fear, and Krissen is no exception. His mind is racing, thinking about why he was locked up here.

Was it because the young master was dissatisfied during the competition in the afternoon?

Shaking his head, he didn't think so. From the beginning to the end, his sword didn't even touch the young master's clothes, so how could he offend the young master?

why?Krissen pondered over and over and found no answer. Although there are many vents here, Krissen still felt a not-so-strong sense of suffocation.

Of course, Clay didn't know this. He just asked the blacksmith of the Mandalay family to make a bed for mutation, and then asked the old man to send someone to pile some food and water into the room.

When he himself mutated, it took only one night to complete it, but this does not mean that other people are like this.

It takes a considerable amount of time for a normal demon hunter to mutate. Although Clay has his own system to speed up this process, it doesn't mean that it is the same when he mutates other people.

When he arrived in the courtyard, Clay happened to meet the guards who came out from the ground and learned that Krissen had been taken to the basement.

Just in time, it saves him from going to the Sea God Tower to ask where his old man is.

Although the Sea God Tower itself is heavily guarded, for Clay, this is his home, and this highly recognizable face is the best pass.

Turning down the stone stairs, the entire underground of the Sea God Tower, because there is no light, can only be illuminated by torches or candles inserted on the wall, so it looks dim.

Going down to the ground floor, Clay found the room marked with a red mark on the door without much effort. He pushed the door and it was locked.

He has the key, and the old man gave him the key long ago. The fist-sized lock ensures safety. Clay inserted the key into the lock hole, and with a little force, the lock, which he thought was extremely simple, had been opened. .

When he opened the door, he saw Krissen fidgeting in the room like ants on a pot.

The first time he saw him, Krissen couldn't hide his surprised expression at all. No matter who had been locked up for a long time, he was always very excited to see someone suddenly open the door.

"Master Clay!" Chrissen called out. Seeing that it was his young master who opened the door, he immediately believed what the guards told him, but he didn't know, what needs to be done in such... a secret place?

"It seems that this place doesn't make you feel good." Clay smiled. Through the flickering candlelight, he could clearly see the sweat on Krissen's forehead. It's not hot here, so it can only be He was in a hurry.

Waving his hand and pointing to the chair, Clay signaled him to sit down and relax.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Christen Mandler..."

Clay also found a place to sit down, and began to chat with the still nervous Krissen. After all, he didn't have time to build trust with these personal guards.

Time is also a cost, and sometimes it is even expensive.

Clay asked Krissen about the situation in many families, why he wanted to be his personal guard, and asked him to share his feelings or thoughts about training during this period of time.

The trust between people is increased through mutual communication. It is impossible to fully trust a person who has never talked to him, no matter how high the status of this person is.

Clay opened a bottle of wine for him, not to mention the name of the wine, it was all good wine shipped from the south.

After taking a few sips, Clay realized that the guard in front of him might have never drank this kind of high-grade wine with complicated brewing procedures before.

Because when he didn't feel anything at all, Krissen's face was already covered with alcohol dizziness, obviously it was his head.

I was a little proud of my drinking capacity, stopped Krissen from touching the glass again, and gave him some wine to relieve the pain he was about to accept. I didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.

Can't drink any more, and once Corissen is asleep, mutating him is tantamount to killing him.

"Chrissen, do you think you can be my personal guard with your current strength? You can't even take my three swords. Will you protect me or I will protect you on the battlefield?"

Clay suddenly asked a question that left Krissen speechless.

His face flushed, and Krissen held back for a while, remembering his performance in the afternoon, and finally said in a low voice as if discouraged:

"My lord, I have disappointed you..."

Clay laughed and said:

"So, want to have the strength and speed like me, and some power beyond your imagination?"

Seeing Krissen who suddenly raised his head, Clay smiled even wider, and he continued:
"I think you know that I came back home after traveling from Essos for two years. In the past two years, I got some interesting things in that land. Do you want to try it?"

Looking directly into Krissen's eyes, Clay threw out one last question, which slammed into Krissen's heart:
"As the first person selected by me as a guardian, I know your wish. If you accept this power, you will become a "jazz" again. So, are you willing, Mr. Krissen?"

The last adult seemed to have some kind of magical power, and Krissen's drowsy head finally came to his senses. Without hesitation, he nodded firmly:
"My lord, your blade is my direction!"

This is the final answer, and it is also Clay's most satisfying statement. He pointed to the iron bed, his voice full of seriousness and expectation:
"Then, Krissen, lie down, I will drink three potions for you, this will bring you pain you will never forget, but if you can survive it, believe me, you will never regret it."

After fastening the rings around Chrisson's hands, feet and neck, and fixing him tightly on the iron frame bed, Clay took out the herbal decoction composed of three small bottles.

Looking at Krissen who raised his head slightly, he was heartbroken and fed him the herbal decoction in order.

The next moment, the veins on Chrisson's neck bulged, and his jaw clenched. Clay knew that the pain had spread from his body to his whole body.

Pressing his hands on Krissen's body, the magic power in his body rushed into Krissen's body along his hands.

"Hold on, when you open your eyes again, you will be born again!"

　The original Qingcao decoction, hard to tell the details, is actually an intravenous injection, but considering that the technology is too high, and... well, a little scary, so I changed it to an oral liquid form, I hope everyone understands.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)