Chapter 310 Gatekeeper
Clay's sigil, to ordinary people, would at best create a scene like the bloody battle in the throne room in the previous dream.
But for magical creatures like the Three-Eyed Crow, it is equivalent to a blade piercing their arteries.
As a result, this guy could no longer maintain his image as a kind-hearted grandfather.
It transformed directly into a big black crow and flew up in a fluttering manner.
While flying, the three-eyed crow did not forget to turn back and curse:
"Agent God, you are trying to kill me!"
Clay sneered and pressed an Axi Sigil on Bran Stark's face.
It still worked in the dream, and Mr. Stark instantly fell to the grass.
"I killed you in my dream and made you feel like you were going to die."
The three-eyed crow landed on a huge sentinel tree next to the ruined tower.
He heard Clay's words and sighed.
"Death, I won't die, but the problem is, it will be very troublesome."
"If I die here, I may never come back."
"There is no time...Agent God's agent."
"You came to me because you must have thought about something clearly."
The tone was very firm.
Clay didn't object.
He pointed to Winterfell in the distance and said softly:
"If nothing else, this should be a dream you had together with Bran Stark, right?"
"It seems that you came into contact with Bran Stark earlier than I thought."
He had guessed when he came in that the owner of this dream should be Bran Stark.
It's just that Brynden Rivers, a wicked and evil guy, used his ability to get in without telling anyone.
As a result, this dream continued to improve, and it became his and Bran Stark's.
Generally speaking, dreams have boundaries.
A dream usually doesn't have too many details.
Just like Clay had just entered the throne room, the door could not be opened no matter what.
Because that is the border, the outside world is meaningless to Clay because it does not exist.
But now, the grass, the leaves, the details of Winterfell in the distance.
There is no doubt that you can get in there.
In other words, this is a dream that is rooted in Bran Stark's mind and repeated over and over again.
That's why there is such a high degree of completion.
Brynden Rivers, who returned to his human form again, just acquiesced to Clay's words.
When Clay initially wanted to protect the Stark family, things like this actually violated their agreement.
But now, no one mentioned that matter.
After all, things are changing.
"Tell me, what are you going to do to him?"
Clay pointed at Bran Stark, who had just been temporarily forced to sleep by him.
Now, with the death of Robb Stark, he no longer needs to work with the Stark family to sort out the North.
Therefore, Bran Stark, to Clay, is a bargaining chip that can be traded.
Just depends on the price.
After a moment of silence, the Three-Eyed Crow saw nothing on Clay's face.
I can only say helplessly:
"Since you came in, you must have broken those three dreams of mine."
"Although I don't know what you did, let me tell you this, to this kid Bran Stark, this is what the throne room is to me."
Clay thought for a while.
"So, what you are saying is that the master here is still Bran Stark. Unless he wants to, there is no way you can swallow him through dreams, right?"
One sentence revealed the Three-Eyed Crow's thoughts.
He is not embarrassed. Isn't it nonsense for people who can come here to use worldly moral values?
"Yes...actually the best way is to let him come to my cave outside the wall. In that case, if you contact him directly, his resistance will be much smaller."
"But, obviously, I didn't do it, even though I hinted to him many times in my dreams."
"It's still too difficult to influence reality. After all, he is the current Lord of the North. I can't take him away."
"Ed Stark's education has made this poor kid, like his unlucky brother, full of honor and responsibility."
Clay understood.
The three-eyed crow is performing a dance for the eunuch.
Different from the little cripple in memory who broke his spine, had a weak mind, and longed for freedom, the Bran Stark in this timeline had been sitting in Winterfell when Robb went south to fight.
Because of his own fault, he killed the possibility of the Ironborn invading Winterfell.
So, even Bran Stark is bewitched by the Three-Eyed Raven every night.
But when he woke up the next day, the name Stark still made him have no idea of going north and beyond the Great Wall.
What can the Three-Eyed Crow do?
He is also very desperate...
Clay got it.
"So, you can only um...become him, or in other words, occupy him, right?"
Brynden Rivers nodded.
"Yes, that's it."
No wonder he looked like a bad old man just now, it turned out to be for this.
He glanced at Brynden Rivers' old face and said doubtfully:
"It's been so long and I haven't interfered with you. Why are you progressing so slowly?"
At this point, the Three-Eyed Crow is indeed very helpless.
"I can't help it. This is his dream after all. None of my abilities can directly change his mind."
After saying that, he stared at Clay's palm and Bran sleeping on the ground, with a rather envious tone:
"Agent of the Ability God, I don't know where your power comes from now, but in my opinion, you really haven't made good use of this power. Tsk tsk, you can interfere with other people's minds and act according to your ideas."
In the blood-red eyes, fear, envy, and confusion were mixed together.
"This is a power that even my Lord does not possess. This is the truth."
Clay nodded, noncommittal.
Of course he knew how useful his demon hunter abilities would be if they were fully utilized.
But that would be boring.
As long as he thought, if a person sneaks into the sieve-like King's Landing and uses the demon hunter's ability properly, there will always be a chance to kill the person on the throne.
"Okay, let's not talk about this. How I use my power is my business."
Clay pointed to Bran Stark on the ground.
"I'm here, and you can't drive me away. So, I need to know now, why are you making such a big fuss in the north?"
"The entire Northern Territory is covered in your stench. Even if we stop now, the entire Northern Territory will be severely damaged."
"Winter is coming, and you know what that means."
Brynden Rivers still wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Clay didn't give him a chance to continue acting like a monster. When he wasn't paying attention, he pinched his shoulders directly.
Magic power from different sources directly covered Clay's palm, making the old man's hair stand on end...if he still had this thing.
"Hey... don't do it, let me go."
"You are still pretending to me that when you asked for help before, what did you mean by opening the door? What, you are still a janitor?"
Clay's anger was not feigned.
The Three-Eyed Crow's behavior of not saying hello was a breach of contract and betrayal in Clay's opinion.
If it weren't for the fact that this old boy had too many secrets and was involved in a wide range of things, a shot of Igni in the tree hole would have turned him into a roasted crow.
Brynden Rivers persisted for a long time. However, as the magic power gathered in Clay's palm became stronger and stronger, and under the threat of death, this guy finally chose to surrender.
"Alas... you are right, Agent of Ability God, I am really just a janitor."
"Unfortunate gatekeeper, I have been watching here before I became a green seer, a three-eyed raven, whatever you call it."
"Our lineage is even older than the Night Watch Legion."
"We were there before the Great Wall of Despair was built."
These secrets were originally not known to any outsider, but under the current circumstances, if he didn't reveal something, Clay would really take care of him.
"So, you are not the first green seer, right?"
Seeing that he couldn't break free from Clay's hand, Brynden Rivers had no choice but to give up.
Nodding, He said:
"I'm not. There were many green seers before, but now, I'm the only one left. Bran Stark can't actually become a new generation of green seers on his own. His qualifications are not enough, so..."
"You want to tell me that because of this, you are going to 'eat' him?"
Clay looked at him with a half-smile.
Brynden Rivers shrugged. He finally understood. The agent of the Ability God in front of him could see more clearly than anyone else. It seemed that there would be no effect in trying to trick him.
"Come on, there's no point in telling you this. Now back to the topic, tell me, you, the gatekeeper, which door are you looking at?"
Clay didn't want to discuss these moral issues with someone who was extremely double-standard.
He was obviously shameless, what could he do to Him?
"Well... Anyway, you will know sooner or later. I am a gatekeeper. To a certain extent, like the Night Watch Legion, I am guarding the northern border of the human kingdom."
"It's just that in the past thousand years, the Night's Watch has always believed that they were resisting the invasion of wildlings for the kingdom, and my mission, or the leader of the Green Seer, is to monitor the status of the Cold God in the land of eternal winter."
"The system you are in may have your own understanding of such an abnormal seasonal change in Westeros, but I tell you clearly that in our view, the so-called abnormality is actually the Cold God and the former Red God, and the current La The game between Holo.”
"The God of Cold has always wanted to revive. Every winter is a test for Him. As the first ones to sense this change, I and we need to tell Fire the news about Ice as quickly as possible."
"Not those ridiculous white ravens from those old men in the Citadel, announcing that winter has arrived."
When the Three-Eyed Crow said these words, his tone was involuntarily filled with pride.
After chewing these words carefully, Clay keenly discovered something was wrong.
"You said the former Red God and the current R'hllor, what, aren't they the same thing?"
Regarding this question, Brynden Rivers smiled strangely at Clay:
“Who told you that God’s authority never changes?”
"The current R'hllor, it's hard to say, was once a mortal of flesh and blood."
"In these years, He has been repeatedly frustrated in his struggle with the One in the Land of Eternal Winter."
"In my opinion, there is a huge difference between Him and the previous one."
"He is no longer able to stop the cold god's footsteps."
"Originally, the Cold God couldn't find me, but R'hllor, he can no longer take care of me."
"Speaking of which, Agent of Ability God, what do you think of the foreign knights?"
