Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

No one noticed how their young master Clay appeared beside them silently. To give an inappropriate example, it was like a sheepdog not noticing the wolf kiss handed to their throats.

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

Seeing the winner of the competition standing there like a statue after calling him, Clay felt funny in his heart. He understood the opponent's mood, so he said:

"What, was it too much physical exertion just now? It doesn't matter, I can wait."

Waking up from a dream, Kristen 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.

"No... Master Clay, I'm afraid... of hurting you."

He was a little stumbling when speaking, but at least he made his point clear. He had only seen the young master take action once before, but that time on the school field, everyone was cautious and did not dare to use force with the young master.

There were so many people, and it was not his turn to have a sword fight with the young master. After this period of systematic swordsmanship practice, Kristen felt that his swordsmanship had made great progress, so he had this worry.

Clay felt that he was being looked down upon by others, even though he knew that the other party's remarks were unintentional. The daily social interactions of these side branches were completely different from the main ones such as him and the old man. It was normal for them not to speak.

Shaking his head, Clay raised his wrist, and the refined steel sword at his waist was unsheathed with a clang. The long sword formed a sword flower in his hand, and a silver-white phantom flashed across it.

"Name?" Clay asked calmly.

After being stunned for a moment, Kristen realized that the young master was asking for his name. He replied with some restraint:

"Krison..."

Just after he said his name, Clay's voice was like an arrow shot from a meteor, hitting his eardrums:

"Krison, I remember your name. Now, as me, Clay Manderly's personal guard, I order you to pick up your sword!"

The sword in his hand was halfway raised, but Clay could clearly see Krissen's hesitation, so he added fire:

"You don't even have the courage to raise your sword? If that's the case, then you'd better leave here as soon as possible. We don't need weaklings here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clay saw that Krison's eyes suddenly became firm. He didn't know that Krison didn't change because of those soft words, but that Clay wanted to drive him home.

Reviving his family's glory and becoming a "Jazz" again held too much weight in his heart.

He couldn't accept that he was kicked out of the Guards in embarrassment, absolutely not!

The sword blade was finally raised. Kerrison looked directly at his young master who was standing there and at the same time looking at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Be careful, young master!"

The only person who responded to him was Clay pointing the edge of his sword.

Kristen followed Sir Malone's teachings and instinctively took steps to test. In this one-on-one confrontation, the one who strikes first will often find a flaw in the opponent who is waiting for work, thus defeating him in one blow.

But soon, Kerrison discovered that Master Clay in front of him was always oppressing him with his footsteps, not giving him a chance at all. The sword blades made contact and staggered, but he himself was forced back bit by bit by Clay. .

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

He didn't know the severity of the young master's attack, so he reserved his sword with caution. If the young master didn't react, he could withdraw his force immediately. There was nothing he could do, the difference in status between the two was too big.

But the next second, he realized how stupid his idea was, because the sword he stabbed was easily dodged by Clay's head. Then, Clay's sword spine was like a snake, and he hit it directly. It reached Kristen's sword-holding wrist.

With a muffled groan, Kristen staggered back. The severe pain in his wrist made him completely put away his contempt. If the young master had used a sword just now, his entire right hand and the weapon would have already fallen on the floor tiles under his feet. On.

Clay nodded to him and signaled to continue. The sword in his hand revealed another beautiful sword flower, with the blade pointing upward and attached to the back of his arm. The blow just now was just to remind his opponent to be serious.

Taking a deep breath, Kristen understood that the young master's swordsmanship was probably not weaker than his own. There were many people in the north who were martial and straightforward. Only by going all out could they win the respect of others.

After testing again, Kerrison swung his sword with all his might and slashed at Clay's left armpit. This was a very difficult sword to defend because the left side was a backhand, and faced with a full swing, the blocker It will be very strenuous.

But in the flash of lightning, he saw that Master Clay's sword was like an indestructible pillar, and after an explosion, he steadily received his blow.

Before he could react, Clay's left hand, which had always been free, followed his body forward and directly grabbed his sword-holding wrist.

Kerrison only felt a strong force coming from him. The wrist that had just been slapped by the back of Clay's sword was attacked again. The unstoppable pain went straight to his brain along the nerves.

The command to grit his teeth and not give up the sword had just come from his brain, but his body's instinct had already made his weapon clang to the ground. With Clay's strong tug, Krissen's throat was pulled in front of the sword's edge.

The outcome is decided! Clay's sharp hearing collected the sounds of the surrounding guards gasping for air.

It was too fast, from the moment the fight started to when Kerrison was taken away from his weapon and defeated, there were two moves in a row, and they were still attacking the same position!

They all know that Kerrison's swordsmanship, although he occasionally loses to others, is always one of the best, and they all know it after getting along for a while.

But even so, Kristen was played like a child in Master Clay's hands. Everyone could see that it was not Kristen who kept his hand, but Master Clay.

"Okay, Kristen, 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, put his sword into its sheath, and said to him with a smile.

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

Still unable to speak, Kristen would only give clumsy, dry compliments like this.

Clay smiled, patted Krison on the shoulder and said to him:

"This is White Harbor. The whole of Westeros is so big. From now on, I will take you to see the martial arts of the southern swordsmen."

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

He has already decided that Kerrison in front of him is his first choice.

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

Without any hesitation, Kristen straightened his body like a javelin stuck in the ground, and shouted loudly:

"Your sword edge, my direction!"

…

The candidate was determined, and Clay handed him over to his old man. The old man would take him to a basement that was guaranteed to be secretive, where Kerrison would be tested.

And Clay has now left the new castle. He didn't bring anyone with him, because he was going to the godswood outside the wolf's lair to ask our beloved Lord Three-Eyed Crow for some magic power...

After becoming a witcher, magic power will slowly recover on its own, but now, Clay plays 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 here.

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