Chapter 304 Inception

Opening his eyes again, Clay found that he seemed to be in a familiar place.

Dots of flames shone on Clay's face from all directions.

However, Clay couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Neat marble slabs extend from the feet to the tightly closed red painted door in the distance.

The tapestries were attached to the old stone walls on both sides. Under the dim light of the flames, people could barely see the patterns on them clearly.

That is the red dragon emblem of House Targaryen on a black background.

Clay knew where this place was without turning around.

"Is it actually the throne room?"

"This is the first level of Brynden Rivers' dream, and where he first hid?"

Clay looked at the ceiling carved with numerous reliefs and said softly:

"Is this the only place where you feel safe?"

"What a surprise to me. Your humanity is much richer than I thought."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

He said.

He made no attempt to open the throne room door.

You cannot use conventional spatial thinking to speculate on this dream world. Without the owner's permission, that door, even the scorching dragon flames, cannot damage it in the slightest.

Because this is a law.

"Come on, let me see, where are you hiding?"

Clay turned around and saw a familiar scene.

Huge dragon skulls hang on both sides of the throne.

The ferocious jaws were filled with teeth that were longer than Clay's forearm.

There are big ones, small ones, and different shapes.

But in their empty eye sockets, for some unknown reason, someone placed a candle that would never go out.

It was as if he was silently scrutinizing the people who came.

Or rather, those who once sat on the throne.

Clay didn't see what he wanted on the throne.

The last time, the Three-Eyed Crow sat on this throne in front of him in his dream, and used it to tempt him.

Clay is familiar with this.

This core building of the Seven Kingdoms actually does not provide many visual blind spots in the internal action space.

It didn't take Clay long to walk up and down the entire throne room, inside and out.

He found no trace of Brynden Rivers.

He didn't see a single crow feather.

But his intuition told him that he would definitely find traces of the former Duke of Bloodraven in this palace that belonged to Brynden Rivers alone.

Even though his consciousness is not resting in this space at this time.

What's the problem?

Clay plunged his hand deep into the ever-burning fire.

He couldn't feel any warmth.

Perhaps these things can only be experienced by the host, and he, the unexpected guest, is more like a bystander.

Clay, who did not believe in evil, once again circled the throne room.

It's a pity that he has no tools, otherwise he would have to wear a monocle for himself.

Although time here theoretically stands still, there is no way to continue to waste it here.

Clay realized that there might be something wrong with his direction.

This was the throne room during the reign of House Targaryen.

To be more precise, it is the place that Duke Blood Crow embodied through his own memory.

So, how could the place that I care about most be a flawed place?

After walking around twice, Clay noticed that although this place was old, there was not even a trace of dust on the countertop, and there was no sign of cracking on the floor.

This is simply not what a two-hundred-year-old building should look like at that time.

It’s wrong to try to find the perfect place. Isn’t this the opposite?

Realizing the problem, Clay immediately stopped his search.

Tsk, I was stumped at this first level.

Starting the game without giving any hints, is this possible?

After sitting on the steps in front of the throne and complaining silently for a while, Clay finally got rid of the strange thoughts in his mind.

Now that he is here, he must clear the test for Him with tears in his eyes.

"Hmm...if I were Brynden Rivers and came here, what would I do?"

Clay rubbed his chin and thought.

Thinking of the way he met Him at that time, Clay had a guess.

Just do it.

Turn around and go up the stairs.

Come to the top.

The base of the Iron Throne is quite high, probably to highlight the king's sense of oppression, so it was designed like this.

After taking a look at the broken chair that an ergonomics practitioner had seen for a brain hemorrhage, Clay sat down on it.

The moment his back touched the back of the chair, a strange change appeared in this space.

In other words, it's like you picked up a key item in the game that can trigger the plot.

Next?

Next, of course, it’s time to watch CG.

Basic operations.

…

I don't know when, maybe just for a moment, all the braziers suddenly became three points brighter.

Soldiers wearing helmets suddenly appeared on both sides of the main road in the throne room.

Clay noticed a tall man standing at the bottom of the steps.

An... ordinary face, looking at him calmly.

However, those little eyes were shining with excitement.

Crayheart said, "I haven't learned the Targaryen Chronicles well. Who are you, buddy?"

Immediately, he felt that he was not to blame for this matter. After studying, you can't know who looks like. In the end, you still have to guess.

"My Lord Hand, Aenys Blackfyre, is on his way to King's Landing."

Clay realized that this man was speaking to him.

Um?

Why are you facing yourself?

He knew that Brynden Rivers had served as the Prime Minister for a period of time. I am afraid that in this dream, whoever sits on this throne will automatically assume the role of Duke Bloodraven.

Prime Minister of King Mekar.

The man saw the Prime Minister sitting on the Iron Throne expressionless, so he continued:

"Your Majesty, His Majesty the King's body has been transported back to King's Landing. It will be buried after the ceremony. At that time, I'm afraid you will need to preside over it."

What?

Why is another king dead?

Are you in conflict with the king?

I just took a king with me and traveled thousands of miles. I wonder if he has been buried now. Is this a dream for me?

What psychedelic operation?

Forgive Crella's knowledge of Westeros history, he really didn't know where he was at this moment.

Thinking about it in my mind, this guy who is supposed to be an NPC, in just two words, the flow of information is still very large.

First, for some unknown reason, I have now replaced Brynden Rivers and become the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms at this point in time.

Second, someone from the Blackfire family is coming to King's Landing.

The Blackfire family is a famous fighting spirit of the Targaryen branch in Westeros.

There was a lot of trouble with the Iron Throne, and the struggle lasted for almost a century.

In the end, it was Ser Barristan Selmy, an old acquaintance, who brought the dispute to an end.

Third, now that a king has died, his funeral needs to be presided over by himself.

What does this mean? It means that now, he can afford to offend everyone.

The king is dead. Except for Eddard Stark, who is the unlucky man in the world, when has he not been the prime minister?

Look what's under your butt now, this is the fucking Iron Throne!

Even if what he said was wrong, no one would dare to look down on him. At most, he would remind him tactfully.

He always remembered the purpose of his coming into this dream.

There must be a way to leave this dream and find traces of Brynden Rivers.

But for now, his information is incomplete.

Therefore, he remained unchanged in response to all changes.

"Um."

He thought about it and decided to break the situation with Aenys Blackfire.

It’s unclear what other people’s stance is, but for this guy, it must be quite clear.

Targaryen orthodoxy, the only way to deal with the Blackfire family is to kill them without mercy.

This is how the original Golden Company came about.

"What plans do you have for Blackfire?"

Clay asked.

As the intelligence chief of the kingdom, this guy from the royal territory looked at the prime minister strangely.

Didn't you ask me to respond to Aenys Blackfyre's request to join the fight for the throne?

But when the Prime Minister asked, he could only answer honestly:

"Yes, the Prime Minister, Aenys Blackfyre, will disembark from the docks of King's Landing, and then participate in the King Selection with King Maekar's two sons and grandchildren."

"My lord, what do you mean?"

As soon as these words came out, Clay frowned.

How could a rebellious son come to the Grand Council of the legitimate king's heirs?

After thinking for a moment, Clay had already guessed what the Blood Crow Duke was going to do.

I'm afraid it's not about fake recruitment, but really about arresting people, right?

It fits Clay's understanding of Brynden Rivers.

Since this was His dream, it was best to follow His wishes.

So Clay said:

"Is King's Landing safe recently?"

They are all smart people, and they know the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it. The intelligence chief immediately shook his head.

"It's not safe. The current Lord Commander of King's Landing City is simply a stupid pig."

"Very good, then after this stupid pig commander protects our guests, send him to a suitable place."

"Okay sir."

The conversation ends.

What Clay didn't know was that according to the original history, during this period, Duke Bloodraven, who still had a sense of honor, would choose to personally arrange the capture of Aenys Blackfire.

This also became the reason why he was later sentenced to death and chose to be exiled to the Great Wall.

There was a strange moment before his eyes, and Clay found that the things in front of him seemed to have changed.

He still sits on the Iron Throne, and until a new king is elected, he is the uncrowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.

But just now, except for the guards and the intelligence chief, the throne room has now become a lively sea.

This is a grand banquet.

From all over the country, as long as they were able to speak, all the nobles gathered in the throne room of King's Landing.

The reason why there is such a big commotion is that today is the sacred meeting to elect the new king of Westeros.

A hundred years ago, King Jaehaerys I used the same method to convene a national meeting of nobles to elect his successor.

Now, that moment is coming again.

The nobles who could participate were very excited.

After all, being able to use your own hands and words to decide the birth of a new king would be such an exciting thing for the nobles in their boring and long life.

As usual, before the real main event begins, the former King Jaehaerys, now Prime Minister Brynden Rivers, will entertain the nobles who have come all the way with a grand banquet.

At this time, Clay was sitting at the top of the meeting.

People could be seen raising glasses to him everywhere. The nobles in the kingdom knew very well who was the most powerful person now.

Clay, who had just figured out the situation, saw the intelligence chief walking up in small steps, came to his ear, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister, has beheaded Aenys Blackfyre."