Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 86 Experiments and Conceptions

"Igni..."

Saying this strange pronunciation, the shock in Chrisson's heart is hard to describe in words. Without any help, the palm of a person can actually spew out fire.

Clay understood the expression on his face, and understood his feelings very well. This is a power that does not belong to this world. If it can't surprise people, I am too sorry for my hard work.

"Do you remember the release gesture of this seal?"

Clay patted Krissen on the shoulder to wake him up from his soliloquy. The latter shuddered and answered quickly:
"Remember, definitely remember my lord!"

"That's good. There are five seals in total, but I won't show you one by one here."

Looking at Krissen's little eyes full of confusion, Clay smiled wearily, pointed at Krissen's body, and said helplessly:
"Don't you think, don't you smell too bad? Vomit, smelly sweat... If you can't release the seal, I doubt that my mutation has succeeded."

The witcher's mutation also gave the mutant an excellent sense of smell. If it wasn't for the huge shock of the Igni Seal that made Krissen lose his mind, he would have been fainted by the smell of himself.

Visible to the naked eye, Krissen's throat was rolling when his sense of smell came back online, obviously suppressing the feeling of vomiting rushing into his throat. Clay waved his hand, signaling him to wait here.

When going out, Clay confessed:
"Be clearer, the power you have gained, apart from you, me and the count, no fourth person can know."

After more than a day, Clay once again opened the wooden door engraved with a red mark. Only the old man's closest guard was guarding the door.

Hearing the movement, seeing the door open and Clay coming out, the guard immediately stepped forward and asked with concern:
"Master, are you done with your business?"

Nodding his head, Clay pointed to the inside of the door, and he was not polite, and directly ordered:

"Go, find two people and clean up the inside. There is one of my personal guards inside. Let him wash up inside before coming out."

He didn't even bother to pay attention to the guard's weird eyes, what was going on in his head?

"Good lord!"

Seeing that Clay had finished his orders and turned to leave, the guard could only give a salute to his chest, and then went to find someone to work with a strange face.

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Poseidon Tower, Study Room
Going back to his room, after cleaning himself up, Clay, who had a little rest for a while, was sitting neatly in his old man's study, skillfully opened a bottle of wine for himself, and leaned against the old man's In the soft chair.

Earl Wyman just blew on his beard for his grandson's oblivious behavior, pretending he didn't notice it.

Clay took a big sip of summer red for himself, and sighed in satisfaction. Compared to the golden wine from Arbor Island, he liked this wine better, to his taste.

"Drink less. You can still drink now than when your father was younger. The three generations of my Mandalay family are all alcoholics. I really don't know who to blame."

The old man complained about his grandson's behavior, but he kept pouring himself a large glass before putting down the almost empty wine bottle.

He shrugged indifferently. Clay would hear such words whenever he drank with the old man, and he was used to it.

"Tell me, how is that kid, Krissen? Did you succeed?"

Compared with wine, the old man is still more concerned about this issue.

Nodding, Clay's face was full of relaxation after exhaustion, and he replied lightly:
"Grandpa, don't worry, it's already succeeded. It's just this process. It's so excruciating that I almost couldn't hold it."

Seeing the questioning eyes from the old man, Clay felt that it was necessary to talk to the old man a little bit, so he thought about it, and then said:
"Needless to say, you can guess the several kinds of materials we have collected. If you mix them together and drink them directly, you will die."

"If you want to succeed, you must have enough auxiliary means, such as magic."

The old man thought of his grandson's method that was still fresh in his memory, and couldn't help nodding.

Clay continued:
"The function of this specially prepared medicine is to completely change a person from within the body. This process is very dangerous and must be assisted."

"It took me a day to stabilize his body, and the rest is a matter of course."

After listening to his grandson's words, the old man was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked:
"Then, this Krissen, after undergoing this...mutation, can he be like you?"

He had to figure out how capable the fighters created by Sun Tzu were. This was something he had to know as the ruler of Bai Harbor.

"No, he is still far behind. The completion of the mutation just makes it possible for him to use those abilities. As for me, he has to practice for a long time and learn a lot."

"For example, the seal, I just taught him the Igni seal that can ignite fire, but if I don't teach him the rest, no one in this world can make him acquire these abilities."

Earl Wyman took his grandson's words seriously. This is probably the logic of teaching apprentices and starving masters to death. In fact, demon hunters have many abilities and a huge knowledge base, but Clay will not teach them all.

Although he can directly observe the thoughts of every demon hunter through the system, he must be careful in everything.

In this world, he is not the only one with magical power, the Three-Eyed Raven, Melisandre, Soros, and even the Night King of the White Walkers outside the Great Wall.

Therefore, he must keep what should be kept in his own hands, and if something unexpected happens, he must leave enough room for himself to move around.

"That's good. I don't understand these things, but you can control the speed of them. What do you plan to do next?"

Clay knew that the old man was asking whether he would continue to make a witcher next time. Regarding this question, Clay had long thought about it. He shook his head and expressed his thoughts:

"Don't worry, if you do too much at once, there will be problems if you can't control it, one by one. Moreover, this kind of thing is also a huge consumption for me. I can't spend all my energy on it."

"After all, I am a Manderly first, and a warrior of what is called Old Valyria second."

These words obviously reached the old man's heart, his red face was full of satisfied smiles, his grandson was good at this point, he could understand clearly, and would not become a slave to power.

"Okay, you decide for yourself, oh yes, it seems that you haven't gone to the wolf's lair when you come back this time. I've been in charge of it for a while. When you come back, go and have a look. After all, you are the White Sea Guard. commander."

The old man raised the trident ring inlaid with blue gemstones in his hand, and said quietly:

"Blue and red are different after all, those guys only recognize red."

Nodding his head, Clay knew that he really should go there to have a look.

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