Chapter 2 The Demon Hunter System

Perhaps the content he complained about before traveling through time was too real and moved someone somewhere in the world. He did not come to the world of ice and fire empty-handed.

As soon as his mind moved, a dark blue panel unfolded on his retina:

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Witcher System (Level 1)

Potions (pull down to expand)

Bomb (pull down to expand)

Equipment (pull down to expand)

Mana Pool: 70

Unlocked seals: None

Items (pull down to expand)

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After a period of exploration, he has roughly understood the function of this system.

This system bomb is only level 1. The formula and drawings in the equipment are empty. Only the potion contains a grass decoction for witcher mutation.

The recipe is as follows:

Chrysanthemum spinal fluid——\u003eKeel bone (repeated use)

Flying Lion Monster Venom Gland-——\u003eLizard Venom Gland

Tongue of albino vampire succubus--\u003eSwamp leech adult

Dioscorea --\u003e Sentinel Bark

Plantain longifolia——\u003eGhost grass

Datura root——\u003eCoppergrass

The system has found a reasonable replacement for Clay in this world.

The first time Clay saw this recipe, he spent all the golden dragons he brought from White Harbor and bought a dragon bone bow from a collector in Pentos.

This is the most difficult thing to obtain. If he hadn't been the eldest young master of White Harbor and wanted to obtain a dragon bone after the Dragon City had disappeared for more than a hundred years, he would probably have had no choice but to sneak into King's Landing and stage a thief drama.

By now, he has obtained all the other ingredients, leaving only the Sentinel Bark, which is theoretically only available in the Wolf Forest in the northwest of the North.

It's not enough to have all the materials. Mutation in the world of the witcher must be assisted by a mage. Mutations without magic to maintain body stability are just looking for death.

In this world, Clay traveled all over the trading city-states, but could not increase the system's initial 70 points of magic power storage.

He has also been to the Red Temple, but unfortunately most of them are magic sticks who can only perform fire-breathing performances.

He knew very well that when the stars cried blood and the glass candles in the school burned again, the magical power of the entire world would revive, but he couldn't wait that long.

This time when he went north, the largest weirwood in the Stark family's godswood was another goal of his trip.

According to the system's remarks, only when the magic pool reaches 100 can a success rate of more than 80% be guaranteed.

Higher magic power storage will gradually increase the success rate of immunity from negative effects during the mutation process.

Clay didn't want his little brother to be useless, nor did he want to be paralyzed in front of him.

He thought for a long time. In the original history, the unlucky current king would soon die of poisoning, and then the wolf would march south. When Robert died, there would be a tragic war.

Therefore, in the coming troubled times, possessing strong personal force is simply the first choice for survival.

Let alone the grandson of an earl, if you look at the tragic experiences of the children of Duke Ed, the boss of the North, you will know that the title of title is simply fictitious and unreliable.

Besides, with White Harbor at his back and the greatest wealth in the North, who stipulates that the Trial of Green Grass can only be used by himself? As long as the formula and magic power problems are solved, believe it or not, if you give him Clay for a while, he can bring out an army of demon hunters for the Seven Kingdoms.

The time came to the afternoon unknowingly.

The banging on the door interrupted Clay's thoughts. He sat up from the bed and sat on the chair, then said:

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a little head with light green hair poked in, revealing two tiger teeth, and said with a smile:

"Clay, it's time for dinner. My sister asked me to take you to the hall."

"It's not like I don't know the way." Clay shook his head and smiled, stood up, stretched his waist, followed his sister, and walked through the magnificently decorated circular corridor.

Soon arriving at the hall, Clay noticed that the servants had placed a long table in the center of the hall, and meals were being prepared in the kitchen.

Clay and the others arrived early, and other family members hadn't arrived yet. Only the old butler was directing the servants to shuttle back and forth.

Seeing the eldest young master arriving, the old housekeeper smiled and greeted him.

"Master Clay, you and Miss Vera arrived early, but the dinner party hasn't started yet. Why don't you go to the garden first?"

When he saw that the dinner had not yet started, Clay knew that his cousin, whom he had not seen for two years, had something to say to him, so he nodded and followed Vera into the garden without saying anything.

Lying on the railing overlooking the entire White Harbor, the comfortable sea breeze blows in your face, and the lights in the White Harbor city are particularly beautiful.

Clay looked at Vera who was hesitant to speak, touched her head, smiled gently and asked:

"What does Vera want to say to me?"

"Um...Clay, can you tell?"

Clay nodded with a smile. Vera pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Grandpa may ask you to go to Winterfell during dinner. Can you take me with you?"

When she said this, Vera's lavender eyes were full of hope.

"Why are you going to Winterfell with me?" Clay was a little confused.

"Let's go and have a look. You know Grandpa's temper. He thinks that we noble ladies should stay in the castle before we get married." Vera said plausibly.

Somewhat stunned, in Clay's eyes, Vera was like a bird trapped in a cage, flapping its wings and trying hard to fly out of the cage.

Just as they were about to agree, the old housekeeper's voice interrupted them:

"Master, Miss, dinner is ready. Your Majesty the Count calls you two over."

Returning to the hall again, after the efficient efforts of the servants of the Mandalay family, a dinner that looked good was put on the table. The servants lit candles, making the entire Mermaid Palace look taller and more mysterious.

Earl Wyman was sitting in the middle, with two big bald heads sitting on both sides of him. The one on the right was the Earl's eldest son, Willis Manderly, Clay's uncle, and the one on the left was grinning at him with a big mouth. The man is Clay's father, Wendell Mandler.

"Sit down first. You and your son will have plenty of time to chat after eating." Earl Wiman's face, which was illuminated by the candlelight, was also filled with a smile.

The two sisters Clay and Wilfield sat together and concentrated on the food in front of them after Earl Wyman took his first bite of bread.

"Clay, just for the next two days, prepare yourself, take my handwritten letter, and go to Winterfell to meet Lord Eddard." Earl Wyman said suddenly.

After Clay thought for a moment, he understood Earl Wyman's intention. The old man was using his existence to extinguish the flames in the hearts of those ambitious people who coveted White Harbor. As long as he saw Ed Stark, he would be free from any consequences. From a perspective, after the death of his uncle, no one is qualified to inherit the position of Earl of White Harbor before him.

"Okay grandpa." Clay responded quickly. Although the old man was more for the stability of White Harbor, Clay must have this attitude.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped on the soles of his feet. He bared his teeth, looked at Vera who kept winking at him, smiled bitterly, and said to Count Weiman:

"Grandpa, I want to take Vera with me to Winterfell..."