Chapter 11 Mutation! Witcher!
In the hall of Winterfell, no one noticed that Clay, the heir of White Harbor, had disappeared for a while. His loyal guard leader also took off his iron gloves and put them on the table. He blushed and followed a thick-necked man. The guards who met at Winterfell toasted and drank.
He did see his young master going out, but he didn't think much about it. In Duke Ed's territory, no one dared to do anything to Clay.
As a guest, His Majesty the King was currently holding a dancer and twisting his fat body wildly. His face was oily and sweaty, and his hearty laughter echoed throughout the Winterfell hall.
As the host, Duke Ed sat in his seat expressionlessly, swallowing the food carefully prepared in the kitchen in front of him.
Ed Stark has never liked such a lively environment, ever since he was a child.
Beside him, the beautiful queen sat in the most standard and dignified posture, looking at her husband in the court with a smile, but there was no trace of warmth in her green eyes.
While the king and his future Hand were toasting or looking frosty in the halls of Winterfell, Cray was lying in the wet earth.
As soon as the joy of leaving the Heart Tree dissipated, Clay discovered a serious problem:
So much magic!
He couldn't see what was going on inside his body, but Clay knew very well that he couldn't lift a finger now, and his swollen body was full of magic power.
Just leaving the Heart Tree was already the limit, and he couldn't do anything now.
He breathed hard while thinking of countermeasures in his brain quickly.
His first thought was to return to his room immediately. Only being under the protection of the Mandalay family's guards could give him a sufficient sense of security. Only after he was safe could he make any plans.
But after just two seconds of thinking, he gave up the idea.
Clay is very clear about the root cause of his current hindrance in action. The problem of too much magic power is not something he can eliminate by lying here for three or four hours at the risk.
His magic pool is not a real pool. If there is too much, he can let out a little.
The top priority is to consume the excess magic power in the body and reduce the magic power pool to a safe range. The magic power is not in the blood. This does not mean that he can just drain some blood.
Sighing inwardly, he decided to implement the riskiest but most effective method: mutation!
In the holy place of the Stark family, under the branches of the heart in the godswood, under the gaze of the old gods, a sudden change occurred!
Thoughts flickered, the system was turned on, and Clay used the fastest speed to select the three small bottles lying quietly in the inventory.
Gritting his teeth, Clay used all his strength to take out the small bottles. He didn't have time to judge the order now, so he just bit them open with his teeth.
"This grass decoction is version 1.0, which is very risky and has the following side effects... Should magic be used to offset it?"
Why hesitate? Clay didn't even look at it and pushed the success rate to the limit to offset all side effects.
The next second, the magic power in his body was as fast as lightning, and all of it rushed towards the potion that made Clay's face turn pale for an instant.
Huge pain first came from the stomach, and then spread throughout the body at an extremely fast speed.
Clay became restless, his limbs twisted unnaturally, his body arched, and he stirred up the turf on the ground.
His pupils became dilated, and his eyes were glazed over, looking blank with only the dark night sky obscured by the tree canopy.
About ten minutes later, Clay, who was huddled together, suddenly began to twist wildly, his hands unconsciously scratching in the air, as if picking a piece of rapidly flying snowflakes in the air.
After a while, he suddenly put his hands on his chest and tore hard at the torn black robe and the luxurious clothes with the mermaid emblem embroidered inside.
The sound of heavy breathing echoed through the deathly quiet sacred forest, like a terrifying monster lurking in the darkness.
As he kept moving, Clay began to sweat profusely, and soon all his clothes were wet.
The skin was coated with dirt and sweat, making it slippery and foul-smelling.
Clay's body was convulsing involuntarily. This was because he was fighting against the huge and pervasive pain all over his body.
Clay has been paying attention to the success rate of the Green Grass Trial itself and how to save to offset the side effects, but has ignored the huge pain of the Green Grass Trial itself.
He finally understood why the witcher's trial resulted in a narrow escape from death. He didn't know how many witcher apprentices died of pain!
The potion has been eroding his nervous system, while the magic in his body has been protecting it.
From the face down to the most important part, every part of the body is alarming, but the existence of magic keeps Clay awake, allowing him to experience the body's bones, muscles, glands, etc. Every inch of change that happens.
Enjoying the joy of suffering, Clay thought: This wonderful experience can never be enjoyed by himself. Only by letting others who are destined to experience it in the future can he feel more balanced.
He felt the warmth on his face, which was the hot blood flowing from his nose. His body temperature was surprisingly high now. Although it was not hot enough to boil water, if it had been anyone else, he would have been in the church long ago. Or a memorial service is held under the heart tree...
I don't know how long it took, but Clay lost his vision, taste, smell and hearing. Then these disappeared feelings returned one by one, and the swelling in his body gradually disappeared.
Clay could finally feel his stomach. The moment he drank the medicine, he felt as if he had eaten a bomb that was about to explode, and his stomach would be blown into pieces as soon as it entered his stomach.
The pain in my stomach disappeared, and then a sharp vomiting sensation hit my throat.
Clay, who was more conscious, kept telling himself: Can't vomit, can't vomit!
However……
"Wow……"
The world is quiet.
…
Maybe an hour, maybe two? Who knows, anyway, this is the longest night in Clay's sixteen years of life.
After the last ray of painful feeling disappeared, Clay's half-closed eyes suddenly opened!
An unprecedented power flowed through his body. Without any external force, he bounced himself out of the mud pit with just his legs.
Under the bright moonlight, a tall and strong figure appeared in the reflection of the lake.
Under Clay's weird smile, he raised his left hand and made a strange gesture:
The little finger is curled up, the ring finger and middle finger are together, the index finger is separated alone, and the palm is slowly forward.
Magic power surged, and a light yellow spherical shield suddenly appeared next to him.
Clay loosened his fingers, and the shield shattered. He fell to his knees and buried his head in his arms, trying to hide his almost uncontrollable laughter.
Because he is a witcher!
The protagonist has completed his mutation, but he can rest assured that his combat power will not be reduced, and the social environment does not allow him, a nobleman, to perform acrobatics in public.
