Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

"Clay, I still can't believe it, you actually became a Dragon King."

Willis coughed twice, with a smile on his face, but his tone could be heard by anyone.

"It's a pity that this kind of bloodline is difficult to copy. Otherwise, our Mandalay family will be invincible on the continent of Westeros."

Clay said.

Although he had heard this explanation from the old man, Willis Manderly still couldn't hide his disappointment.

Every noble boy in Westeros has the same childhood dream.

To sum it up, find the dusty dragon egg in an unknown corner, and then hope that you will be the one favored by the gods, successfully hatch the dragon, soar into the sky, and win the admiration of everyone and the attention of beautiful women.

Historically, the Targaryen family, as well as countless people eager to change their destiny, have made great efforts to bring the extinct dragons back to Westeros.

Everyone knows what price they paid.

But even so, there are still groups of people who are unwilling to embark on this road of no return.

This is the ultimate temptation, and as long as you are an ambitious man, you cannot avoid it.

Now, hearing Clay say it himself, Willis's disappointment is understandable.

His health was already quite bad, and the lethargy he suffered some time ago made his condition even worse.

But in this era, there is a lack of medical treatment and medicine, and there is no effective treatment for this disease that has no obvious external problems.

This was a time of war, and it was impossible for the old man to search the nobles across the country for a treatment plan for this disease.

Moreover, the relationship between the Manderly family and the Citadel has become very stiff after the rip-off Lannister was dealt with by Clay.

Maesters have a transcendent status. They swear allegiance to the lord, and the lord is obliged to provide them with various guarantees.

Like the Manderly family, they treated the coming maester as a prisoner from the beginning, and later cut off his head.

The superior cardinals and doctors don't care what reasons the Mandalay family uses to explain this matter.

In their view, this is taboo.

They feel very good about themselves and believe that the status of bachelors is very sacred, even higher than that of nobles.

According to them, without the maester, the entire kingdom would be paralyzed.

Therefore, the Mandalay family killed the Lannister maester, which was a blatant challenge to the city.

How could the doctors choose to compromise?

So, using their "sacred" authority, they sent out ravens one after another, asking all maesters to sever ties with House Manderly and refuse to provide them with any help.

Moreover, the steward of the Cardinal Council issued an order in an extremely rude tone, ordering White Harbor to hand over Earl Wyman Manderly and send him to the Citadel, where the Cardinal Council would conduct the most "fair" trial.

Anyway, the old man read this letter for fun.

He didn't have any contact with the real world and only stayed in the library in the school city to say such ridiculous things.

Even the king has no power to use such nonsense reasons to order a nobleman to come anywhere to accept the so-called trial.

The last king to do this was Aerys Targaryen.

And the consequences...the collapse of the dynasty that ruled Westeros for three hundred years was the result of this wanton behavior.

"Grandpa, I came back this time to sort out the current situation."

"This time I will show Galesos in front of everyone, and our family will be completely on this table."

Leaning back on the soft chair, Clay relaxed his posture, and then began to choose his favorite among a large number of various wine bottles.

He didn't look at the dream wine of Qarth that the old man specifically mentioned and finally obtained.

"Huh? Grandpa, your collection is not complete."

Others look at me and I look at you, and they don’t know what Clay means.

After being confused for two seconds, the old man realized what his grandson meant.

He patted his head:

"Look at my memory, it's here, it's here!"

After saying that, the broad body jumped up from the chair and staggered towards the desk set aside.

He opened the cabinet and took out two bottles of slightly blue wine.

The presentation looks pretty good.

Now, everyone knew what the grandfather and grandson were talking about.

The slanderous talk between two drunkards, as they were average drinkers, naturally couldn't understand it.

"Grandpa, drink less."

Wearing a plain white dress with golden patterns, Wilfield gently reminded her alcoholic grandfather.

He was already fat, but he was also addicted to alcohol.

In the past, it was boring for the old man to drink alone, but Clay was also an alcoholic for some reason, and he and the old man had very bad tempers, which was the case when they met.

Count Wyman ignored his granddaughter, excitedly turned over two inverted glasses from the table, and poured a full glass for himself and Clay.

After sitting down, he found that the other three people were looking at him. His face twitched and he said impatiently:

"Go and pour yourself a glass. Do you know how expensive this wine is? If you don't understand, drinking it is a waste."

Clay watched this with amusement.

He had not experienced this feeling of talking and laughing for a long time.

Three new glasses were turned over, and a large bottle of Qarthrim was poured out.

Clay knew that the old man was just talking, and with the financial resources of the Mandalay family, he wouldn't care about a bottle of wine.

Five glasses of wine were placed on the table, held up by five hands.

The aroma of wine, made more fragrant by the addition of spices, filled the highest floor room of the Weihe Tower.

Damn the ritual.

Clay knew that at this time, everyone should shout a toast.

However, there is no limit to the content. As long as it is not outrageous, you can shout anything.

Since we are at home, there is no sequence. After everyone has finished talking, they can drink.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, Clay's nose suddenly twitched.

This wine...this taste...

His eyes suddenly widened, and when he realized something was wrong, he saw his sister Wellfield, who had finished shouting his toast first and put the wine glass to her red lips.

In desperation, he slapped him directly.

He didn't control his strength well, and the wine glass in Wilfield's hand flew out and hit the green-black wall, bursting instantly.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

None of them knew what Clay's sudden action was for.

At this time, they heard Clay's voice:

"Don't drink, there's something wrong with this thing!"

As soon as these words came out, the Mandalay's hands holding the wine glasses trembled subconsciously.

has a problem?

What is the problem?

The old man realized that his grandson would not be innocent, so he put the wine glass he just raised back on the table.

Because the place of origin is relatively far away, he rarely drinks this kind of wine.

Especially in the past two years, Stannis's fleet has controlled almost the entire western narrow sea, and trade with Essos has become more difficult.

Therefore, the old man really didn't notice anything wrong with the wine.

"Clay, what's going on? What's wrong with this wine?"

The old man asked with a frown.

If the witcher's sharp senses hadn't amplified his perception of smells, Clay would never have been able to smell it. The aroma of this very spice-scented wine was mixed with a special smell that was almost always absent.

It was the smell he had smelled when he was tinkering with the witcher potion provided to him by the system.

To ordinary people, a demon hunter's potion is nothing short of a life-threatening poison.

Therefore, he immediately stopped Wilfield from wanting to drink.

If you take this sip, your fragrance may really disappear.

"It's hard to say, but there's definitely something wrong."

Earl Wyman trusted his grandson's judgment.

So, he gave his son Willis a wink.

The latter understood, picked up his wine glass, stood up and went out.

Clay understood what he was going to do, and so did Wilfield. Only Vera, who turned pale with fright, had not yet reacted.

"My father, what is he going to do?"

The little girl asked in a trembling voice:

Clay answered his sister's question softly:

"He's going to do a little test. It's okay. He'll be back soon."

…

In this suffocating and dull atmosphere, no one was interested in talking anymore.

This is no small matter.

After waiting for about half an hour, Willis, who looked extremely ugly, opened the door and came back with a heavy breath.

Looking at his expression, Clay knew that he had guessed correctly.

"One sheep and one dog died in half an hour. It was very painful."

Willis was concise and to the point.

He threw his body into the chair.

What a danger. If Clay hadn't noticed something unusual just now, the main line of the Mandalay family would have ceased to exist by now.

The old man felt the same way.

The fear only stayed in my heart for a short moment before it was replaced by overwhelming anger.

Who is it? !

No one in this room would think this was a coincidence.

This was murder, murder against members of the Mandalay family.

This is countless times more despicable than killing people on the battlefield.

Earl Wyman was furious.

But then, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

This was no longer the case. Now, he could not find the Essos merchant who brought him wine.

Now it seems that either it is not Essos's fleet at all, or it has been bought by some people.

But now, Earl Weiman really can't figure out who is so cruel and wants to kill him.

He bought the wine himself, and originally he wouldn't give it to Clay if he didn't come back.

Therefore, there is only one target for poisoning this time, and that is him, the former patriarch of the Mandalay family, the Earl of White Harbor who fought for Clay Manderly to stabilize the rear.

This is to put the newly integrated White Harbor-Twin River City into a state of unstable foundation, and to slow down Clay's pace in disguise.

who is it?

North or south.

For a moment, this old man, who had seen the ups and downs of Westeros for decades, felt his heart go up and down.

Clay looked at his shocked sister Wilfield. This unmarried girl was about to say goodbye to this world.

From the beginning of the war, he had tried to avoid facing the war head-on with his own family.

But I didn't expect that today, some people couldn't restrain themselves and still took action against them.

This offended Clay's reverse scale.

No matter what, he will definitely investigate this matter.

Then, here, the demon hunter who had been silent mutated and used the grass decoction.

When the time comes, I will give it to the person who did it to give it a try.

He guarantees it!

…

The Reach

old town

school city

Theobald, the chief steward of the school who was not the top leader, held a large pile of lists handed in by his subordinates and walked tremblingly forward.

Over the setting sun, the dim sunlight shines through the beautifully carved pillars, casting shadows very rhythmically, as if engraving, on the doctor's gray-white robe.

The tinkling sound is proof of the doctor's knowledge.

It was already dusk at this time, and the peaceful day in the school city, a paradise "separated from the rest of the world," had just ended and it was ready to welcome another ordinary night.

Compared with more than 90% of the people in the Seven Kingdoms, in addition to doing errands at night, they can only sleep. The living standard in the school city is quite high, coupled with the relatively strong medical conditions, resulting in countless longings at night in the school city. The assistant bachelor who forges his own bachelor's necklace, and the scene of the apprentice burning the midnight oil.

The city appreciated this. After all, only with more bachelors would they have greater say in the entire Seven Kingdoms.

The more people you have, the more obvious this situation becomes. This is something everyone knows.

Originally, it claimed to be a school city that mastered the truth of the world. Through the bachelors sent to various kingdoms one after another, it formed a strong influence in the land of Westeros.

However, at this time, they encountered Aegon Targaryen's war of conquest.

The quill in their hands could not be reasoned with Baelerion's Dragon Flame. In addition, they saw the fate of the Gardener family, so without any hesitation, the city transformed into the headquarters of the Targaryen family. loyal ministers, and sent maesters to King's Landing to serve the conquerors.

After Aegon completely conquered all of Westeros except Dorne, the Citadel suddenly found that their life did not seem to be as smooth as before.

As the leader of the nobility and the monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon's prestige constantly overwhelms the entire Westeros. This also brought about the overall rise of the power of the nobility.

In the past, the bachelors in a noble castle were nominally serving the lord, but in fact, they had considerable power. With the castle as their backing, they could even express their own opinions on the succession of the nobles.

However, all this became not so easy after Aegon's conquest.

The maester has his back on the Citadel, but the nobles can also rely on the Targaryen king who possesses dragons and has unrivaled strength.

The situation where one family dominated the school city became history.

Of course I am not willing to give in.

Therefore, later on, a series of major events in the Targaryen Dynasty had the shadow of these knowledgeable guys to a greater or lesser extent.

Finally, they survived two hundred years and finally drove the last Targaryen dragons to extinction.

After that, the king's authority quickly weakened, and the power of the academy began to grow stronger again.

However, it had only been a hundred years since the good days of the school city, and a piece of news that caught them off guard came again:

A Targaryen descendant, back with her dragons?

No way.

It took us two hundred years and many generations of planning to strangle these evil dragons to death. Why are they resurrected now?

The doctors in the Council of Cardinals have been troubled by this matter recently.

They study dragons, so they think they know them best, and they know very well how destructive a dragon can be.

During this time, they searched through countless manuscripts and information stored in the city, but could not find any effective method that could immediately deal with the dragon.

The ballista can indeed do it. After all, I heard that the dragons of the Dragon Queen are all small dragons.

But the problem is, it costs too much.

The academic city itself is indeed rich, but if the entire academic city is armed with ballistae, and the giant dragons do not come, then these golden dragons will still make the academic city's doctors feel very distressed.

In this meeting, Archbishop Theobald was going to attend the meeting of the Cardinal Council.

There has to be a way.