Chapter 29 Persuasion
"What is this..." Earl Weiman, who had experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, remained silent for a long time before asking this sentence with difficulty.
Clay understood the shock in his heart. After all, for most ordinary people in this world, magic is something that only exists in legends. In the more than a hundred years since the death of dragons, magic has completely disappeared.
The once glorious priests of the Red God were reduced to clowns performing fire-breathing acrobatics, and the Cold God's servants, the White Walkers, were blocked by a desperate Great Wall, making everyone ignore their existence.
At this time, a person with magical abilities is either an epic hero or a feared and hated wizard.
"Magic, a sigil that can create fire."
In Clay's eyes, his old man's two bull's-eyes were staring at him, and he knew that he had to give this old man a reasonable explanation.
But what can he say? He can't teach the old man what the world of the witcher is, what a witcher is, etc. Otherwise, he will probably be regarded as a lunatic.
So, even though he didn't want to, he had to lie and make it up.
"When I was traveling in Essos, I got a broken ancient parchment book. It was written in High Valyrian, and I couldn't understand it."
"At first I thought it was recording some treasure or something, so I specially broke each page of this book into several pieces, and gave them to slaves who knew Valyrian separately. After translating and summarizing them, it turned out that I discovered that this is actually a tome used by the ancient Valyrian dragon kings to create powerful warriors."
"It records the method of mutating ordinary people into powerful warriors, and this is only part of the capabilities of such warriors."
Clay raised his left hand that had just released the seal and waved it gently.
Earl Wyman's brain was racing. Although he was unwilling, he must catch the loopholes in Clay's rhetoric. He must be responsible for the Mandalay family. He was first the patriarch of the Mandalay family and then Clay's grandfather.
After carefully chewing Clay's description many times, Count Wyman did not find any loopholes. The dragon kings of ancient Valyria once used magic on a large scale. When he himself crossed the Narrow Sea and traveled to several major trading city-states, I did hear it sometimes.
Slaves who understand Valyrian can also make sense. Although I have never heard of any powerful warriors, Valyria's brilliant civilization, which was once like the gods, can indeed give birth to some unexpected things.
In the past few decades, he had been able to hear some magical things flowing out of the ruins of the Sea of Smoke intermittently, but he did not expect that his grandson would actually get one and be the first to use it on himself.
Looking at his grandson who was somewhat similar to himself, Earl Weiman hesitated. As a believer in the Seven Gods, he could not accept that his heir was contaminated with magic that was contrary to the doctrine. But from the family's point of view, it was completely different. It's the same thing.
Breathing heavily, Earl Wyman asked his grandson:
"Where is that classic book now?"
When he asked this question, Earl Weiman knew that Clay had convinced him. In fact, it was not Clay, but him who had convinced himself.
"I have destroyed the original manuscript, and I have memorized all the contents."
Clay pointed to his forehead and then added:
"I came to you today just to tell you about this. I want to secretly cultivate such an army in my family."
After all the foreshadowing, Clay finally revealed his purpose.
"A warrior like me can do a lot more than ordinary people in battle."
"Resist!" Clay released the Quen seal, and at the same time drew out the sword from his waist and threw it into the air.
In Count Wyman's shocked eyes, the fallen sword hit Clay's head, but with a harsh collision sound, the sword was bounced away and fell to the ground.
"Slow down!" He was very close. Clay took two steps forward and released a Seal of Arden at the old man's feet. Immediately, Earl Weiman felt as if his feet were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.
"Impact!" Facing the wooden rack full of weapons, Clay issued an Alder sign. The dull sound was followed by the sound of the weapon rack shattering and the weapon flying to the ground.
"Confused!" In the eyes of the old man, who was getting brighter and brighter, Clay released the Yaksi Seal at the horses that were frightened by the seal. An inverted triangle rune flashed away, and the horse that had just stood up suddenly suddenly It became gentle, and even when Clay pulled out a dagger and scratched its skin, there was no big reaction.
Clay stopped. The release of this set of seals drained away the magic power stored in his seals. He had to rest for a while, but Count Wyman standing aside looked at him as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
As a veteran on the battlefield, he knew very well what it meant for such a warrior to be productive.
It can be imagined that such a warrior must be expensive to produce, but it doesn't matter. The Mandalay family is backed by White Harbor and has many golden dragons.
Such a small team may not have much effect in a sea of people, but their terrifying individual qualities are a nightmare on the battlefield.
With the armies of both sides facing each other and fighting at the front, this small team can do too much.
Killing the sentries and burning the food storage areas in small-scale conflicts can directly force the main force in the front to retreat. You know the level of military organization in this world. If the military morale is slightly unstable, everything will be lost.
You can also engage in assassination. Although it is despicable, it is indeed a necessary method in extraordinary times. With the ability of the Yakshi Seal, you can quietly approach the target, hit the target with one hit, and escape thousands of miles away.
The existence of such a small team itself forced the opposing coach to adjust the arrangement, such as placing more defenders to guard food channels and water sources, sending more guards to guard important figures, etc.
This invisibly greatly reduces the number of soldiers the opponent can send to the frontal battlefield.
These ideas took shape in the mind of the Earl of White Harbor after Clay's demonstration, and more importantly, White Harbor holds the monopoly on manufacturing such warriors.
This is a treasure of inestimable value!
Earl Wyman made a definition in his mind. He must comprehensively evaluate the ability of this kind of warrior to determine how many golden dragons to invest. But one thing is certain, White Harbor will form the first branch of the entire Westeros in the future. Such a team.
"Are you sure you haven't revealed this ability to anyone?"
Upon hearing these words, Clay knew that he had won, and the old man must be tempted.
He shook his head vigorously:
"No, I'm sure."
"That's good..." After taking a deep breath, the old man looked at the grandson in front of him who always brought him surprises, and felt even more satisfied.
The Mandalay family has never been known for its force, but now, Earl Wyman wants to change this impression.
With the support of his family, the protagonist's plan finally takes off.
