Chapter 45 To hatch or not, that is the question

When Clay's guards felt something was wrong and hurried into the godswood, they saw their young master sleeping tiredly against the trunk of the Heart Tree.

There was nothing around, only a wooden box placed next to the puddle. The box was empty, and the guard found nothing.

The crisp sound of the guards' steel boots crushing the leaves of the withered heart tree woke Clay from his deep sleep, but he had no intention of standing up.

He was really too tired. After enduring the indescribable severe pain, Clay, who was almost exhausted, felt the hot blood flow. Finally, as the Three-Eyed Crow said, it stopped at the position of his heart and stopped moving.

Seeing that the promise had been fulfilled and that all that was left was Clay's own problem. The ugly sound of the Three-Eyed Raven, like dead wood breaking, echoed in the ancient godswood. He fluttered his wings and disappeared, and the figure of Hodor in Winterfell, It also disappeared behind countless vegetation.

Boundless sleepiness hit Clay, and before he finally couldn't help but be overcome by sleepiness, he put the dragon egg into the inventory of his Witcher system, just like he put the ingredients for grass decoction.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The guards asked Clay anxiously and couldn't help lamenting in their hearts that this young master Clay was good at everything else, he was kind to others, and had extraordinary courage, but it was this hobby of acting alone that really gave them a headache as guards.

I heard that this is not the first time that the young master has done this. Hosta, the guard captain who went to Winterfell with the young master, has been transferred to the blacksmith shop to work for others because of his poor guarding.

"It's okay..." Clay waved his hand, and in the moment of clarity, he had already found a reason for himself.

"I had a drink with Sir Bartimus. His bottle of wine was too strong. No, I'm really sleepy."

After sniffing slightly, the guards indeed smelled a faint aroma of wine from the young master. It seemed that what the young master said was true. There was no need for the guards to go to Sir Bartimus for confirmation, as long as Master Clay was fine.

Whether it's true or not, they, the guards, don't care. They never get involved in matters between nobles.

Two guards with big muscles and round waists came and helped Clay, who was pretending to be drunk, onto the horse. The two guards held Clay between his left and right sides to prevent him from falling off the horse.

Clay, who was sitting crookedly on the horse, lamented in his heart. It seemed that this drunken drama would have to be played out all the way. So, the young master of White Harbor, who was swaying with endless sleepiness, stood up to the guards among the guards. Surrounded by others, he returned to Newcastle.

After handing Clay over to Wilfield, who came to pick him up, the guard captain breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, he turned and headed to the Poseidon Tower where Count Weiman was.

Earl Wyman, who was sitting by the fireplace and listening to the guard captain's report, was just a little surprised when he heard that Clay was drunk. In his impression, his grandson was very casual about drinking, and he rarely saw him drunk.

But when Count Wyman, who was still a little cheerful, heard that the person drinking with Clay was Sir Bartimus, he was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly became weird.

The old man had agreed to drink the bottle of wine with himself, so how could he just drink it with his grandson? Is there still any sense of camaraderie between old brothers?

Under the incomprehensible gazes of the guards, the expression on Count Wyman's face changed several times in succession, and then he waved his hand and drove him out.

As soon as he closed the door, he heard the sound of the earl throwing something. The sound made him look confused. What was the reason for this sudden anger?

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When Clay woke up, it was already noon the next day. He only knew that he entered the room on the shoulder of his sister Wilfield, and that this was the time he woke up.

"If you believe in this old bird like the three-eyed crow, I will..."

Forget it, stop scolding yourself like that. In the final analysis, you still blame yourself for the dragon egg that you asked him to take.

Leaning on the bedside sewn with soft cushions, Clay felt the faint burning sensation in his heart. He knew that the Dragon King's blood was shrinking in his heart, and he had to solve this problem as soon as possible.

He checked his magic pool. He spent 40 points yesterday to offset the pain. Now Clay still has 80 points of magic in stock.

Mobilizing his magic power, Clay felt the changes in the Dragon King's blood in his heart.

His blood was wrapped in the magic power from the demon hunter, and rushed towards the distinct blood of the Dragon King in his heart. As soon as the two magic bloods came into contact, a sharp pain like a needle suddenly shot from Clay's body. Came from the chest.

After taking a few hot breaths, Clay's face, which had turned pale due to pain, gradually returned to normal.

Cursing secretly, Clay once again experienced the changes in the Dragon King's blood. After this collision and fusion, Clay could feel that there was an almost imperceptible heat in the magic blood that belonged to him just now.

There is a door!

Clay had to understand that when he kept hitting this dragon king's blood with his magic blood and completely integrated them into his own blood, a new dragon king's blood would be born!

But... Judging from the pain just now, if he used all his magic power to touch the Dragon King's blood, he would probably die young due to severe pain that would cause his heart to stop beating.

Yes, you have to take your time. Clay is speechless. They say long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It seems that he has to endure this long-term pain.

Ignoring the blood of the Dragon King for the time being, which will only be revealed later, Clay is thinking about another question:

I got the dragon egg, what should I do now?

In the past, he was just daydreaming about what he would do if he was given a dragon, but now that this possibility was really in front of Clay's eyes, he had to consider it carefully.

Raising a direwolf is not the same thing as raising a dragon. The former is a symbol of the family and the orthodoxy of the north, but leaving it here is a remnant of the previous dynasty, and everyone can kill it...

If you want to say that he is a small family that can't be found even if you dig through the soil, Clay leads the dragon away without saying a word. But the problem is that he is a wealthy man in the north, and there are many famous families in Westeros. Dele's true heir.

This is difficult to handle. In any case, from a rational point of view, it is impossible for him to abandon all his current identity and status for a dragon. But from an emotional point of view, Wilfield, Vera, his old man, etc. He can't even think of betrayal.

But no matter what, Clay wants to leave himself a way out, because on the other side of the narrow sea, a vengeful queen who will bring three dragons in the future will lead the army back to Westeros.

If you really see it on the battlefield, your dragon may have some unexpected effects.

After all, by that time, in this world, only Daenerys Targaryen will be the real dragon king, but there is no telling that there will be Clay...