Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 92 Breaking the Dragon Monopoly, Clay is Serious
In the evening, Clay carried a wooden box and walked into the brightly lit Sea God Tower again.

Although the news of the king's death has not been officially announced, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. The Mandalay family's army has begun to gather, so naturally it will not be completely concealed.

Clay could clearly feel the tension that could be smelled among the people entering and leaving the Sea God Tower.

During the conversation in the afternoon, the old man did not make a decision on who would lead the army. This is not too urgent, because the ravens in Winterfell have not arrived yet, and it is estimated that they may not come until tomorrow at the earliest.

Before coming to the study, the guard guarding the door was leaning against the wall, playing with a small object in his hand.

Seeing his young master coming, the guard hurriedly stood up, subconsciously hiding the object in his hand, but Clay still saw it.

"What's that?" Clay raised his chin, pointed to the guard's left hand, and asked with a smile.

The candle flickered, reflecting the guard's face, a little embarrassed, the guard took out the things in his hand coyly.

Clay took it and squinted his eyes. This thing seemed to be a small shield, the size of a palm, wrapped in a layer of wool with rough stitches, and the inside was hard, it should be wood.

Although in the shadows, Clay's vision still allowed him to clearly see the above text:

"Vader and Elvy"

Glancing at the reddened smile on the guard's face, Clay suddenly understood what it was. He tossed the object, then returned it to its owner, and said with a smile:

"A girl from our White Harbor?"

As soon as the words came out, the guard knew that the young master had seen through himself, so he could only nod embarrassingly:
"Yes... her family has lived in White Harbor for generations."

"married?"

"No... engaged, no, there's going to be a war, and her family doesn't have much money, so she can't help me with anything, so... just made such a thing..."

Not noticing the young master who suddenly fell silent, the guard seemed to be caught in some good memories, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and he continued:
"We agreed, after the war is over, I brought back good things from the battlefield, and I will buy her a big house in Yuwang Square, take over the whole family, and then we will get married!"

Just as he was thinking, the guard heard his young master's voice, and he said:

"Hold it well, and when I come back from the battlefield, I will be your witness."

Instead of looking at the extremely excited expression on the guard's face, Clay pushed the door open and walked into the old man's study.

In the study room, the old man leaned back in his chair, staring at the burning fire, oblivious to his grandson's arrival.

Clay noticed that the old man had an opened bottle of Summer Red by his hand, but it was obvious that the old man hadn't drunk it.

It wasn't until Clay pulled a chair and sat in front of the old man, his young body blocking his sight, that the old man came back to his senses and realized that Clay was coming.

"Boy, what's the expression on your face, what happened?"

As a man matured, the old man could see the abnormal mood of his grandson at a glance, so he asked directly.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little emotional..."

Clay told his grandfather exactly what happened just now, and he went to the battlefield with an order, even if he was about to get married.

In the original story, more than 1 troops from the north went south, but only three to four thousand returned, and the rest were all buried in the south.

Clay has always felt that he can always maintain a chess player's thinking and look at the matter of war, but at this moment, he has a little unnecessary emotion.

After listening carefully, the old man didn't say anything. He couldn't pat his grandson on the shoulder across the table.

So he played on the old Mandalay family tradition and poured Clay a full glass of wine.

"Young people's thoughts, let me tell you, it's a waste of time to think so much. On the battlefield, you will kill me and I will kill you. How many survive?"

The old man smiled quite chicly, pointed to himself, then to Clay, and continued:
"We aristocratic lords, it seems that we usually show off our power, but on the battlefield, we have a sword and a head. We can only survive if we kill everyone who swings the sword at you. It's as simple as that."

Earl Wyman actually understood his grandson's thoughts very well. When he was young, he would feel unhappy when he encountered such a thing. However, after the usurper war was over, he no longer had such emotions.

Too many people died, he has become numb.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Clay had finished the glass of wine, the old man's attention was attracted by the wooden box that Clay brought, and he tapped on it with his fingers, wondering:

"What is this thing? It's so mysterious that you come to me at night when no one is around?"

Clay, who had already tidied himself up, took a deep breath, stared at his grandfather's eyes with piercing eyes, and said only one word:
"dragon!"

Visible to the naked eye, the old man was stunned and blinked several times, as if he suspected that he had heard wrong.

"What the hell? Say it again?"

"Dragon, to be precise, it's a dragon egg."

Clay directly opened the box and saw the contents clearly. The old man's broad body jumped out of the chair, dumbfounded and tongue-tied.

After waiting for an indeterminate amount of time, the old man came back to his senses. Although he had never seen a dragon egg, just by taking a look at the contents of the box, the old man knew that his grandson had never lied to him.

After realizing it, he didn't understand why his grandson showed himself a dragon egg that he didn't know where to get in the middle of the night. An extremely absurd idea flashed in his heart, could it be...

In the next second, Clay's words filled his blood pressure that had just dropped:
"Grandpa, what if I tell you that I can hatch the thing inside, and then wait for it to grow up and ride it to conquer the sky?"

The eardrums clearly caught the old man's heavy breath, and Clay knew he had to explain it clearly.

"At the beginning, I discovered this dragon egg and a blood-red crystal along with the secret of Valyrian warriors."

Although I don't want to lie, there is nothing Clay can do about this kind of thing.

"I have never figured out what that crystal is, so I kept it with me all the time. When I woke up one morning, I suddenly couldn't find it, but I felt a strange feeling in my body."

"It wasn't until later that I realized what it was. It was the crystallization of the blood of a certain noble dragon king, solidified by magic, before the Valyrian Empire fell."

"Only warriors who have the blood of the dragon king and have undergone mutations are the most personal guards of the ancient Valyrian dragon kings."

……

If Earl Wyman and everyone in the family remembered Clay's appearance, the old man even suspected that Clay was impersonated for a moment.

But this idea was quickly rejected by him. In the world, apart from Targaryen, there is no real blood of the Dragon King. Clay cannot be a Targaryen.

And, with magical powers that astounded him, and now with dragon eggs, if Clay was a fake, why would he go back to White Harbor?
With this ability, he can hatch the dragon eggs by himself, and in a few years, he can ride the dragon and conquer wherever he wants?

The old man believes in his own judgment, this is his grandson, he can't be wrong!
Taking a breath of cold air, Earl Wyman forced himself to calm down. He has realized that if the family has dragons and can control dragons, according to his grandson, this is a change in blood, that is to say...

This can be passed on to future generations!

This means that the Mandalay family will become the new dragon family in Westeros after the Targaryen family.

This night, the old man did not know how many times he confirmed whether Clay could hatch the dragon or not.

The old man, like Clay, has been keenly aware that the Manderly family must guard against keeping this secret until Long Zhen grows big enough.

He suddenly remembered his grandson's strong desire to conquer the Three Sisters Islands during the family meeting. The old man who was familiar with the terrain immediately understood his grandson's thoughts.

"Boy, when I see the dragon, I swear to the old and new gods that the flag of the Mandalay family will be planted in every corner of the Three Sisters Islands."

This is the old man's promise to Clay and to the future Mandalay family!
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Just a few words, gentlemen, don’t bother me, the Manderly family, in the original book, is the family that said “the North will never forget”, their loyalty to Stark is unquestionable, now, the protagonist has a dragon , I am writing here that the old man accepted the existence of dragons. The reason is as I will mention later. I am a Manderly first, and then a vassal of Stark. The family comes first. I think this is understandable.

Moreover, in my understanding of the world of ice and fire, between nobles and nobles, the laws of the kingdom are actually not important, and basically follow the simple law of homomorphic revenge. The mad king killed Stark's people, so history House Tucker is about to overthrow the Targaryens.

Having said that, I don't think the old man hates dragons so much, and the Targaryen, which has a very strong joint meaning, is shifted. I believe everyone can understand.

I think this is also an unavoidable problem for everyone who depicts the story of Game of Thrones. The Seven Kingdoms are all in the front line (except Dorne). Unless you are alone, how to explain it to your family is unavoidable. ring.

Including the changes brought about by the witcher, and as the dragon grows up, it is inevitable to be discovered. In the future, I will gradually let the members of the Mandalay family accept the existence of the dragon, and even have the opportunity to talk to Clay Together, ride a giant dragon soaring above the nine heavens.

I like that kind of picture very much. As a Chinese, although the spiritual totem of the dragon is not our traditional Chinese dragon, I like it after all.

So, readers, please be patient and listen to Moby Dick slowly outline the Game of Thrones story in my mind, thank you!
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