Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

As the core of the entire White Harbor intelligence system, even if the commander of the White Sea Guard is not in White Harbor, it is still playing its role.

Pieces of news from the north and south of White Harbor were dismantled from the feet of each raven, and finally compiled into a logically clear dossier. During this period, they have been brought to Earl Wyman.

But after Clay came back, the command power returned to him, or rather to the blood-red gem. It only recognized the ring but not the person. It was no joke.

After Clay came back, he had been busy with his witcher expansion plan and really didn't care too much. But after completing the production of the first witcher, Clay finally had time to deal with the Wolf Lair.

Originally, Clay planned to go alone, but after thinking about it, he called Kristen, who had already taken a bath and had a smell acceptable to normal people again.

It's not that Clay is confused and wants to tell him about the Wolf's Lair, he just wants to talk to him more. The Wolf's Lair only allows him to recognize the door, and it's still too early for him to come into contact with the things inside.

Riding himself on the horse, Clay waited for about ten minutes. Kerrison had already changed his armor and came to him on a brown war horse.

After looking the young witcher bodyguard up and down, Clay smiled.

"Not bad, looks good. Is your body recovered?"

Now that he has become a demon hunter, he naturally has basic body metabolism recovery capabilities. From being unable to stand up when he woke up, to now fully displaying the fitness that a demon hunter should have, it only took half a day.

Although it is not an exaggerated breathing method to restore blood, the recovery speed is also extremely impressive.

Kristen was slightly moved by the young master's question, with a smile on his face and replied excitedly:

"Okay, Master, I feel very good now. The ability you gave me has allowed my body to recover incredibly quickly!"

Pressing his hand, Clay stopped Kristen from continuing to express his excitement and whispered:

"Okay, okay, I understand. You and I are the only ones in Westeros who have this kind of power. Be careful. It's not time to let others know."

Because the horses were so close together, only two people could hear the words.

After being stunned for a moment, Kristen immediately realized that he had been overly excited. He looked around cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention.

Clay didn't want to continue listening to Kristen share his feelings here, so he raised his whip, pointed in the direction of the wolf's den, and gave his order:

"Let's go, my personal guard, I'm going to go outside the city now, you follow me!"

After saying that, he clamped his feet on the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out two steps, then started running, and quickly disappeared out of the courtyard with Clay.

When Kerrison saw that the young master had already set off, he immediately followed him.

Clay is now completely familiar with this road from New Castle to Wolf's Den. After all, he has walked it back and forth many times. He is not a road fool. No matter how stupid he is, he should remember it.

Clay took Kristen out of the city. Kristen had never been to the Wolf's Lair before, and he had never even heard of the Wolf's Lair. The old man and Sir Bartimus, for the sake of the White Sea Guards' concealment, deliberately Weakened the existence of the wolf lair.

When Kerrison asked Clay why he went to the Wolf's Den, Clay did not answer him.

"You still have a lot to learn. My personal guard has such power. You might as well think about what you should do on the battlefield?"

Clay raised a question, which was what he specifically wanted to tell Kristen to think about today.

"Sir, I..."

Kristen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Clay knew that this question was really out of line for a side branch that had not even entered the Poseidon Tower in the past twenty years.

But there was nothing he could do. The huge cost of making demon hunters made him realize that it was unrealistic to create an army of demon hunters that could charge head-on within two months.

Thinking about the trial process, he was really exhausted and couldn't even do it.

Therefore, the large army route is not feasible, and we can only take the refined route of special forces.

When have you ever seen special forces chewing trenches with large troops?

Circumvent, attack, and kill the sentry. These are the basic operations.

In Westeros, which has a low productivity level, if there is a flexible lower limit, then poisoning water sources, setting fire to food, and assassinating important figures are all tricks that can be played.

It's true that people in the north pay attention to honor, but the premise is that the people are still there. If it is incompatible with the environment, then the sense of honor can only become a hindrance. From Ed to Rob, it is a problem.

In this case, Clay needs to adjust his training methods for Krissen in front of him and the future demon hunters who will join them later, and in this regard, he also needs to communicate with the old man.

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Cresson was left outside in the godswood, and Clay entered his long-lost wolf's den alone.

With his goal clear, he headed straight for the tower where the White Sea Guards were located.

Sitting in his commander's seat, Clay gave an order to a black-clothed guard who came over:

"Call the five general managers and come here to see me. Tell them to sort out the latest information. I want to see it."

Fifteen minutes later, all five managers were sitting in front of Clay, and in front of him were five pamphlets of the same specifications.

The first person to speak was Snow, the intelligence chief of the Northern Territory. He hesitated and spoke his mind.

"Lord Commander, in accordance with your request, our manpower in the North has been gathered in Winterfell. During this period of observation, there is no difference between Lady Catherine and Bran Stark. I suggest that we withdraw some of our manpower. come out?"

"Give me a reason." Clay continued to browse the contents of the intelligence summary without raising his head.

"In the North, there are many objects worthy of monitoring, such as..."

Snow was interrupted by Clay's answer before he could speak.

"Like the skinners from the Dreadfort, right?" Clay looked up and stared at him with a half-smile.

He was choked, but Snow still nodded.

"Do as I say. The current Terror Fort is not yet under full surveillance. I have my own considerations."

Clay waved his hand to end the topic.

He put down the booklet with the crowned stag in his hand, looked up at Weishui, the royal steward who was sitting on his left, and asked a question:

"Master Weishui, when I came back, the Earl mentioned to me that Lord Eddard Stark of King's Landing seems to be searching for His Majesty the King's illegitimate son. Tell me, what is going on?"

He actually knew very well Eddard Stark's intention to find the king's illegitimate son. Jon Arryn's last words were like a thread, allowing Eddard Stark, the detective, to peel off the cocoon bit by bit and find out the truth behind King's Landing. .

But since Weishui had also found out this, he wanted to know if there was any change between the current Junlin and his impression.

My butterfly wings, the wind that I fanned, did it blow up the skirts of the important people in King's Landing?