Chapter 299 Return

"From the Wall, Jon Snow to Clay Mandler:"

"Although the matter is unbelievable, I personally believe it to be true."

"There is a major threat beyond the wall, and Bran Stark and something represented by the pitch-black Three-Eyed Raven jointly warned me."

"There's more than one cold wind outside the wall, and it's not time to open the door yet."

"I don't understand the meaning of these two sentences, but the person who receives the letter is asked to bring these sentences to Clay Manderly."

"On my honor, Jon Snow of the Night's Watch, these words are not fabricated. Clay Manderly must be informed."

"No time!"

…

Folding the letter again, Clay leaned on the seat in the old man's study and remained silent for a long time.

He poured himself a glass of golden wine, which was already freezing.

The biting wine rolled into his throat, making him shiver.

Now, only this thing could allow him to think about the whole thing with the calmest mind.

There's something strange about this.

First, why should you tell yourself?

From Clay's perspective, this is no problem.

But from Jon Snow's perspective, his friendship with him was just an ordinary friend, and he didn't know that Robb Stark was dead.

This letter was addressed to Bran, Robb, and even Catelyn, Theon Greyjoy, and Clay could understand it.

But naming yourself by name can only explain one point.

This is not Jon Snow's own will, something made him do it.

According to the current situation, this thing is probably a three-eyed crow.

Based on this guess, the second strange point came. There was more than one cold wind outside the wall. Clay had some guesses about this.

Now that the system has appeared, although he hasn't used it for a long time.

But it certainly left him with a lot of possibilities to speculate on.

Maybe the extraterrestrial knights really came, maybe they didn't.

But if it's really them, things get interesting.

One wave came after another, and Clay had his hands full.

What Clay didn't understand was that he hadn't opened the door yet.

Open the door? What door to open? Where is the door?

Clay read this sentence over and over again and is still confused.

Is there any connection between crows and doors?

This was his own problem. When he used the tiger skin as a banner, he was fooled by the three-eyed crow.

There are some things that the Three-Eyed Crow thinks he knows, but in fact he doesn't.

This leads to the general words of the Riddler in front of him.

Finally, what does it mean to have no time?

What's the countdown?

To be honest, after reading it for the first time, Clay had the urge to tear up the letter.

Don’t you know the Riddler should be court-martialed?

After sorting it out, the Three-Eyed Raven didn't know how to contact Jon Snow and asked him to bring a message to him.

The knight from outside the realm is coming, something wants to open his door, and he doesn't have time.

The reason why Clay said there is something is because there is a cold god outside the wall.

Maybe it's because His hands are itchy and he wants to open the Three-Eyed Crow's blind box.

So...are you here to ask for help?

Calculating the time, this happened at most a month ago.

There are also ravens on the Great Wall. Counting the time wasted by all the messy things, when they arrived at White Harbor, the ravens were coaxed to sleep by the magic power of the old gods.

Come on, although the details are terrible, the general direction should be clear.

Clay walked out of the new castle and came to the godswood outside White Harbor City and the Wolf's Lair.

He wanted to try if he could take the heart tree and contact the three-eyed crow.

Cold God's gang of living dead are not the same group as Clay Iron, so the Three-Eyed Crow needs to be saved for the time being.

The palm of his hand was covered with his own magic power, and Clay stuck to the entire White Harbor area, where the old god's magic power was strongest.

In his magic vision, this place was simply a sea of ​​gray magic, so thick it was almost dripping with water.

However, those who could be contacted through this method in the past can no longer do so.

No reaction at all.

Clay frowned.

He had a feeling that it was like making a phone call and the other party's line was busy. He was probably busy right now.

Gee, that’s really troublesome.

Clay muttered.

He did not return to Baigang. He stayed there to provide disaster relief. He was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. It was the right thing to deal with the source quickly.

So, Clay drove Galesos and quickly headed north along the White Blade River.

First go to Winterfell and drop off Robb Stark.

Maybe, I won’t have time to do this anymore.

The further north the dragon goes, the cooler the temperature becomes, and the stronger the power of the old gods becomes.

Clay has entered some small villages, and at least two-thirds of the people are asleep.

The remaining people are also drowsy and may close their eyes at any time.

Clay knew that the authority of the old gods included recording and retrospection, but what was going on with this collective sleep?

It took half a day for Clay Dragon to reach the sky above Winterfell.

Sure enough, this is the place where the old god's magic power is strongest along Clay's journey.

To be precise, it is the largest weirwood in the godswood of Winterfell.

Clay knew at the beginning that this thing was the old god's eyes nailed to the northern land, but he didn't expect it to have this function.

I originally thought that the old god was just a mess, but now it seems that he monitors the entire northern territory very closely.

Galesos dislikes this place very much. After all, neither it nor Clay can ignore such a strong magic power of the old gods.

But this was Clay's order, and it just hummed dissatisfiedly and landed in the open space outside the city.

There are still people awake in Winterfell, but the situation here is obviously much more serious than in White Harbor, where the magic of the old gods is sparse.

There was no one on the top of the city, and probably no one could see Galesos falling.

Clay walked into the city gate, only a guy wearing direwolf armor gave him a symbolic look, then waved weakly and let him in.

He clearly saw that the hand that had just been released was placed directly on his mouth, covering up the long yawn.

After entering through the east gate, the entire Winterfell was quiet, without any sound.

All businesses were closed, and the sound of forging could not be heard.

The snow-covered direwolf flag swayed feebly in the wind.

Clay walked directly towards the main castle.

The empty streets were like ghosts. It was not until the gate of the Stark family's castle that Clay saw two soldiers with their heads raised.

These two people had fallen asleep leaning against the stone wall behind them.

But being able to stand here shows that they are the type who can be woken up.

The Yakshi Seal is very useful at this time.

This thing can hypnotize people, and of course it can wake people up.

The green runes flashed away, and magic power different from that of the old gods poured into the minds of these two people.

"Tell me, are the Starks still in the castle?"

The soldier was confused and replied in a stiff voice:

"They're all here."

"How are they doing?"

"Miss Sansa, Bran, and Master Rickon all fell asleep immediately, except Lady Catelyn."

Caitlin is still awake?

Is it because she believes in the Seven Gods?

No, why are the believers in the Seven Gods in White Harbor also asleep?

Clay couldn't understand this, so he asked:

"Where are the Caitlins?"

"Church...church..."

The soldier murmured vaguely.

church?

Clay reflected that the church here refers to the Seven Holy Cathedral specially built by Ed Stark for Catelyn Tully.

hiss……

Things get more interesting.

Clay stepped forward, stepped over the two of them, and arrived near the school grounds where the Stark brothers and sisters once practiced martial arts and did embroidery.

It's still empty. If you don't look carefully, you can't see anyone anywhere.

Clay identified the direction and walked towards the Church of the Seven Gods.

No one stopped him, and the few remaining conscious guards recognized Clay Manderly's face.

In this current situation, they were almost desperate. The strong sense of lethargy left them with no strength at all.

Clay walked straight to the front of the poorly made chapel.

The door was unlocked, and there was always something wrong with the Church of the Seven Gods made by the Northerners.

Entering the church, Clay saw five people.

Two are awake and three are asleep.

Those were the three Stark children in Winterfell.

Bran, Rickon, or Sansa.

All three fell into a deep sleep, lying on the floor.

However, there was a thick blanket underneath him.

Fires were lit all around, so the small church did not seem cold.

Clay's footsteps woke up the two people who were still awake.

The Matron of the North, Catelyn Tully, and the Maester of Winterfell, Luwin.

When he turned around, he saw that the person who came was actually Clay. Both of them had very surprised looks on their faces.

Of course they knew Clay. After all, Clay had stayed in Winterfell for quite a long time.

"Clay Mandler, why...are you back?"

Caitlin seemed to have just woken up and was still a little confused.

Maester Luwin reacted at this time:

"Lord Clay, you should know what happened here in the North..."

As soon as he saw it, he knew that Clay was slightly affected by this time, although they didn't know what it was.

Clay didn't have time to explain to them, so he directly explained his purpose.

"Lady Catelyn, I came back to return the body of His Majesty Robb Stark and send him home."

"What good?"

Catelyn was stunned, and Maester Luwin's pupils shrank.

Then, Clay's hand was tightly grasped by Catelyn Tully.

"You are lying to me, right? Rob, he...he..."

Clay knew this would be the case and let out a long sigh.

"Unfortunately, madam, Robb Stark died of wound infection. I sent him back. It is better not to bury members of the Stark family outside the North."

Gently pulling away Catelyn Tully's hand, the latter was completely stunned.

Clay glanced at Maester Luwin, turned around and walked out.

Maester Luwin understood and followed him out the door.

"Andao, watch Mrs. Caitlin, don't let her do something stupid."

Maester Luwin called a guard who was still energetic, and then followed Clay outside.

They didn't go far when they heard heart-rending wails behind them.

But no one said anything. With such a big thing happening in the North, and the tragic news of Robb Stark's death, Catelyn Tully's reaction was not surprising to either of them at all.

All the way out of the east gate of Winterfell, Maester Luwin was stunned on the spot.

After all, anyone who sees Galesos will have this reaction.

Clay doesn't care about that.

He pulled Robb Stark's stretcher and dragged him to Maester Luwin.

"Tell Catelyn Tully that I will solve this trouble now. Robb Stark died at the hands of the Lannister and had nothing to do with me. She can't blame me."