Chapter 312 I don’t want him to go back

The horns of the Great Wall sounded again. Two horns sounded, and the cavalry arrived.

Upon hearing this signal, except for the person who sent the signal, everyone else's heart tightened.

They remembered what Clay Mandler said before he left.

Apart from him, there should be no living creatures outside the Great Wall to the north.

If something wants to come over, use all means to kill them.

Although I don’t know why this guy is so sure, as a famous figure in the Seven Kingdoms that even the Night Watchmen know, his words cannot be groundless, and judging from his appearance, he must know much more than the Night Watchmen of Castle Black.

Let's just believe him for once. Anyway, those who dare to go outside the Great Wall alone at this time are all real men except fools.

The Night's Watch admired Clay Manderly.

And now, they heard the signal again from the watchtower, Brother Oath.

Is Clay Mandler back?

Or is there really something...something?

They extremely expected the first outcome.

Just a day ago, somehow, their lethargy suddenly returned.

His physical strength improved rapidly, and even the brothers who had been sleeping gradually woke up.

However, no one can tell what happened to them in their sleep.

It seems that no one is dreaming.

But this small detail is not important. As long as everyone returns to normal, this crisis will be over.

They are all guessing that Clay Mandler's departure from the Great Wall must be related to this matter.

The heir to White Harbor has been shrouded in mystery among the Night's Watch of Castle Black.

Because what happened this time is really difficult to explain with common sense.

"Look! There!"

someone shouted.

At the foot of the Great Wall, on the edge of the ghost forest, a figure riding a war horse walked out of the forest.

It was Clay.

After solving the problem of the three-eyed crow and leaving his dream.

After Clay failed to communicate with the remaining children of the forest, he walked without any delay.

Since you are willing to stay, wait for the servants of the Cold God or the knights from outside the territory to harvest.

It's hard to persuade the dying ghosts with words, just let them go.

Clay immediately turned around and headed south, returning to the Great Wall.

Fortunately, time in dreams is meaningless.

If it were really going at the same speed as the real world, the war horse brought out from Castle Black would have frozen to death at the entrance of the cave long ago.

I know what I said to the night watchmen before leaving.

Afraid of causing misunderstanding, Clay stopped at a safe location and waved his arms.

After waiting for a long time, someone on the Great Wall finally recognized him.

"It's Master Clay!"

"Open the door! Open the floodgate!"

After a while of shouting, Castle Black's door to the outside of the wall finally opened to Clay again.

Looking back at this ghostly place with no life left, Clay put his horse under his belly and rode across the Great Wall.

Others don't know it, but he has a very obvious feeling.

When the Three-Eyed Raven woke up in Winterfell and began to deal with the large amount of power of the old gods that had escaped, Clay could clearly feel that the power of the old gods in the air was rapidly fading, with part of it disappearing and another part returning. Heart tree.

Outside the Great Wall, after the power of the old gods faded, a force that felt cold began to quickly occupy these spaces.

Clay could feel an emotionless gaze staring at him.

However, once I crossed the Great Wall, this feeling of being watched dissipated.

Clay knew that it was the Cold God.

When the old god's magic power is there, it is equivalent to the satellite encountering cumulonimbus clouds and shielding itself.

But as the Three-Eyed Crow began to activate, outside the wall, covered with magical power, he was of course as eye-catching as a beacon in the dark night.

When Clay's figure disappeared into the passage, the gate closed again.

In the ghost forest, the sound of horse hooves sounded again.

"He's in."

"Yes, it's a pity."

"I originally wanted to capture him. His power always feels familiar to me."

"Forget it, there will always be opportunities in the future anyway, this wall can't stop us."

"snort……"

"Unfortunately, the navigators cannot directly open the passage for us on the other side of the wall."

"The Old Gods they call...as long as this kind of power is still there, we can't do it."

"It will be solved sooner or later, isn't that great? The vast world, the daughter of the ancient bloodline, has chosen a good place."

"Yes, maybe we can find the key to resist the hoarfrost here and build this place into our new home."

The voices were gradually dispersed by the wind and snow, but it was obvious that they did not give up at all.

A land full of hope is always very desirable.

…

"Master Clay, you are back..."

Looking at the faces around him, obviously more than before and full of excitement, Clay knew that the large-scale lethargy had stopped.

That's good.

If you continue to sleep, there will be big problems.

Once the northern population dies on a large scale, various problems will arise.

Even the assistance to the Night Watch Legion has a high probability of being terminated.

After all, I have too much time to take care of myself.

"It has ended."

Clay said.

"Yes, it's over. Master Clay, would you mind telling me what's going on?"

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont, separated from the crowd and came to Clay.

Clay wouldn't object to chatting with this old guy if he had time.

Unfortunately, he is very busy now.

The situation in the south changes day by day, and Daenerys doesn't dare to do much without him.

She has to find a helper for her. It's not going to be easy to stay in Dorn's lair all the time.

Clay was dealing with it, but he was thinking about it in his mind.

"Forget it, I still have things to do. The South is still in a mess, so I won't stay here."

Clay gently pushed the hand extended by Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. Although he was smiling, his refusal was firm.

"Aren't you going to stay? Jon is also awake. After all, you are good brothers..."

The commander-in-chief couldn't hide his disappointment.

He knew very well that things in the north were absolutely unusual, and his curiosity coupled with this sense of loss of control that he disliked very much made him particularly want to find out something from Clay.

Clay shook his head and said softly:

"He's gone. He has knelt down and sworn in front of the Heart Tree and became a night watchman. So there are many of his sworn brothers in this black castle. I, a fat-minded nobleman, still haven't seen him."

"Master Clay...you."

"So be it."

After saying that, Clay walked past the astonished Jeor Mormont and walked towards the south gate of Castle Black.

In his mind, he recalled the conversation he had with Maester Aemon before leaving the wall.

It was in the maester's tower, and Clay paid a special visit to the old maester who had lived for a century.

Maester Aemon, dressed in white robes, received him readily.

The two sat in front of the fireplace, the door behind them locked.

Maester Aemon's gray eyes with a hint of purple reflected Clay Manderly's contemplative figure, and he smiled:

"Mr. Clay, is there something wrong with you coming to see me so late?"

Clay put away his thoughts, adjusted his posture in the chair, and said softly:

"Aemon Targaryen, how many people at the end of this world know your surname?"

The old bachelor was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that this was the first thing Clay said.

He didn't see a trace of malice on Clay's face.

A faint look of recollection appeared on his wrinkled face. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"Ah... I really don't think that Lord Clay would actually know that I am a Targaryen."

"I think, in the entire Westeros, except for the files in the city, and this guy Jeor Mormont, no one knows my last name. Lord Clay's ability is really impressive."

Clay waved his hand.

"I have no intention of investigating you. You are not a threat to me."

Maester Aemon is still laughing:

"Yeah, an old man hiding at the end of the world and about to die soon, what kind of threat does he have?"

Clay nodded, this was not a pleasant topic.

"Maester Aemon, do you know the name Daenerys?"

Maester Aemon nodded.

"I know, Rhaegar's sister, but unfortunately, I have never seen that girl. Mormont told me that she has returned to Westeros and is counterattacking the Iron Throne, right?"

When he said these words, Maester Aemon's tone was calm.

Clay can understand that a person who has seen ups and downs for a hundred years has already looked away from these things.

"Yes."

"Forgive me, I'm a little confused. Lord Clay, you seem to be very interested in my Targaryen family. Can you tell me why?"

Clayheart said, "Of course I'm interested. I want you to tell me, why do Targaryen girls bite when they can't beg for mercy?"

Shaking away these colored thoughts, Clay replied:

"Actually, what I care more about is Targaryen in Castle Black."

"Um?"

Maester Aemon made a suspicious nasal noise.

He couldn't understand what Clay was saying.

Isn't he the only Targaryen left in Castle Black?

But he knew very well that Clay Mandler's words were definitely not referring to him.

"Jon Snow."

Clay said the name.

"Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, a by-product of the Usurper's War."

It was very obvious that Maester Aemon's pupils shrank suddenly.

This answer was completely beyond his expectation.

He just felt that he liked Jon very much, but now, Clay Mandler told him that that kid had the same blood as his?

"I know you don't believe it, that's okay, I'm just here to tell you, it's up to you to believe it or not."

Maester Aemon was completely confused by Clay.

If this person hadn't been one of the most powerful people in the North according to Mormont, he would have thought that the person in front of him was a madman.

"Master Clay, what exactly do you want to say?"

Looking directly into his eyes, Clay spoke calmly:

"I hope you will lock him on this Great Wall for the rest of his life and do your best."

"Daenerys, she is my wife, don't be surprised, you will know the news sooner or later."

"When I leave Castle Black, I will prove that everything I say is true."

"I don't want Jon Snow to return to the Seven Kingdoms."

"His inheritance rights are higher than Daenerys'."

"While I don't care, I don't want to cause trouble to Daenerys."

"Just think of it as protecting him. Remember, if I find out that Jon Snow has returned to the system of the Seven Kingdoms, then, believe me, he will leave this world in a disgraceful way."

"I keep my word."

…

Aemon Targaryen has been thinking about the endless words Clay Manderly said to him.

It was difficult for him to understand and he was doubtful.

He didn't know what methods Clay Mandler would use to prove himself.

Even if Clay Mandler returned to Castle Black, he never saw him again until he left.

Until he heard the soul-stirring roar that made his blood boil again after years of silence.

There is also the huge blue-gold shadow that cuts across the sky and blocks out the sun.

Amid the uproar, Aemon Targaryen saw the familiar figure on the dragon's back.

He believed it...