Chapter 8 Grass Decoction

As the most efficient means of communication between the major nobles, the raven has a very important mission. But today, looking at her husband holding a giant sword under the heart tree with a look of disbelief and pain on his face, Caitlin hoped that she would never No news was received from the raven.

Jon Arryn, the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms, died of a sudden illness!

Catelyn was very aware of her husband's feelings for Lord Jon, but they had already left, and they didn't have much time to feel sad because King Robert I was already on his way to Winterfell.

When Clay got the news, he was not surprised at all. In theory, his mission in Winterfell had been completed.

According to Sir Roderick's wishes, as a guest of Winterfell, he can leave whenever he wants, as long as he pays a visit to Lord Eddard before leaving.

This is just right for Clay, because the Mandalay family does not believe in the old gods worshiped by the people in the north, so it is not a wise choice for him to openly propose to visit the godswood.

"Master, we have brought back the materials you requested." The guard captain came to the second-floor corridor where Clay was and reported the results to Clay.

"Oh? Very good, let's go take a look." Clay nodded and followed the guard captain to the carriage.

"Well... well done, this is a reward for you. Spend it among them. Remember, don't spend it on women's bellies. Be restrained." Clay frowned slightly and reminded the man with a strange smile on his face. Guard captain.

The rough man smiled, took the money bag, hummed a vulgar tune and disappeared quickly.

After he left, Clay looked at the sentinel bark piled up with carriages in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Sure enough, what these bastards did was very consistent with the image of the rich men of White Harbor among the northern nobles.

He remembered that what he was clearly indicating was a small bag, and these three bastards made a whole cart for themselves.

Clay certainly couldn't blame his subordinates for overfulfilling the task and showing loyalty. He jumped on the carriage to pick and choose the piece with the best quality and dragged it into his room.

He had already asked the guard. His sister Vera should be playing happily with the Stark ladies at this time and had no time to pay attention to his almost forgotten brother.

Just as the final ingredients were ready, he was going to prepare the grass decoction here.

With a thought, the witcher system was turned on. Clay threw the Sentinel Bark he had just processed into the backpack column. When he checked the potion column again, the originally non-optional grass decoction had now become optional.

I made a choice with my thoughts, and the illusory sound of bubbles popping and water seemed to ring in my ears. Then, except for the keel, which was still in a usable state, all the materials disappeared.

Clay saw a new thing in the inventory, which was three small bottles stacked together. He touched it with his thoughts, and the following information appeared in Clay's mind very naturally:

"Name: Green grass decoction

Version number: 1.0

Effect: Demonstrates witcher mutation to ordinary people

Side effects: substantial nerve damage (can be offset), extremely weakened fertility (can be offset), pupil dilation (can be offset)...

Basic success rate: 30% (can be improved)

Note: Drink it. If you are lucky enough to survive, you will become an invincible warrior. By the way, a warm reminder, if successful, the damage done by the pitchfork to you will be greatly increased..."

Clay automatically ignored that note. He stared at the bottle of grass decoction that he had been working on for so long, his chin twitching in thought.

This thing must not be just a matter of boredom for the brother. It is absolutely unacceptable for him to die 7 out of 10 people. He is not sure how much his magic pool can increase the success rate.

Moreover, those side effects are absolutely undesirable. If he succeeds in gambling, he will become facial paralysis + eunuch + cat's eye, let alone the heir of White Harbor. Otherwise, he will be caught and burned as a heretic in the Church of the Seven Gods. Even if you are lucky.

"Alas, it seems that we must go to the godswood." Clay sighed slightly.

After putting away the system, the sentinel bark that was originally dragged in has completely disappeared. Fortunately, there is a lot of stock, so no one will find it.

After making a decision, he went to the table, picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Earl Wyman in White Harbor.

In the letter, he informed the old man of the sudden death of the prime minister and the approaching king. At the same time, he told him that he had decided to stay in Winterfell and meet the Lords of King's Landing if he had the chance.

Unlike the traditional northern nobles, the Mandalay family that controls White Harbor is not exclusive. For a long time in the past, the Mandalay family has been the gateway to the outside world in the north, and it is still the same now.

As far as Clay knew, his old man often exchanged letters with several big families in the Riverlands and Arryn Valley, and he obviously had a certain amount of friendship.

Therefore, he expected that his old man would definitely agree to his stay. A big shot who could strengthen the throne was in line with Earl Wyman's family policy.

The letter was written quickly, and the ink was dried. Clay folded the letter. Such a letter could not pass through the hands of the guards. He stood up, pushed open the door, and came to the raven cage placed not far outside the door.

This was something the old man specifically asked to bring with him before he left, in order to keep in touch at all times.

Clay grabbed a fat-looking raven from it, and regardless of its struggle, he stuffed the folded letter into the mailbox on its leg. As soon as his hands were released, the gray creature fluttered into the sky and flew into the sky. It circled in the sky and then flew towards the southeast.

When the raven disappeared, Clay suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

He had made up his mind to sneak into the godswood at night when the king was visiting and there was a banquet in Winterfell, because at that time most of the power of the Stark family would be concentrated in the Winterfell Hall in the southeast.

No matter what, the safety of the king comes first, and he does not need to bear any responsibility for welcoming the king in Winterfell. He is not the master of the Stark family. To a certain extent, he and King Robert All the same, guests of Winterfell.

Now that he knows that he must join the game of power, Clay still wants to observe some of the big players in this game in advance.

After all, before the boy nicknamed "The Great" overturned the table without following the rules, the game was at least played under a less bloody rule.

Shaking his head to disperse his thoughts, Clay took out the long sword from his waist, and then started practicing the swordsmanship of the Wolf School displayed in the system. The blade whizzed and swept away the fine snowflakes falling from the late summer sky.

After passing through many high walls, what he didn't know was that in the godswood where Ed Stark often went, an indifferent gaze was staring closely at Clay's figure.

This line of sight ignored all obstacles, and as he watched Clay's sword dancing faster and faster, a faint murmur sounded faintly:

"Interesting person..."