Chapter 83 The trial begins

Kerrison was sent to the underground of Poseidon Tower by Count Wyman's guards, into a room with a red mark on the door.

He had asked the guard what the room was for, but it was obvious that the guard didn't know much more than he did.

There were many candles lit in the room, which looked like they had been recently put away. There were not many traces of solidified candle tears underneath the candles.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a table with nothing on it, only a candlestick.

There is a bed in the center, it should be regarded as a bed...

This thing was made of thick steel bars, with a gap in the middle that could accommodate a person. Moreover, he noticed that there were unclosed metal buckles on his hands, feet, and neck. He didn’t know what they were for. of.

There were several chairs around, and he even saw enough water and food for one person to last for a long time near a cabinet near the door.

Other than that, there is nothing here except the dark brick walls and countless flickering candles in sight.

The guard told him to wait for Master Clay here, and then went out by himself. He heard the sound of the door being locked, pushed it, and sure enough, he was locked in here.

People who are locked up in a claustrophobic place will more or less feel fear, and Krison is no exception. His thoughts are flying in his mind, thinking about why he is locked up here.

Was it because the young master was dissatisfied during the afternoon competition?

Shaking his head, he didn't think so. From beginning to end, his sword didn't even touch the young master's clothes, so how could he offend the young master?

why? Kerrison thought over and over again but had no answer. Although there were many vents here, Kerrison still felt a not too strong sense of suffocation.

Of course, Clay didn't know this. He just asked the blacksmith of the Mandalay family to build a bed for mutation, and then asked the old man to send people to pile some food and water into the room.

When he himself mutated, it only took him one night to complete it, but this did not mean that others were like this.

A normal witcher mutation takes a considerable amount of time. Although Clay himself has a system to speed up the process, it does not mean that it is the same when he mutates others.

When he arrived in the courtyard, Clay happened to meet the guards coming out of the underground and learned that Krison had been taken to the basement.

Just in time, it saves him the trouble of running to the Shanghai Tower to ask where his old man is.

Although the Poseidon Tower itself is heavily guarded, for Clay, this is his home, and this highly recognizable face is the best passport.

Going down the stone staircase, the entire underground of Poseidon Tower seemed dim because there was no light and could only be illuminated by torches or candles inserted into the wall.

After going down to the ground floor, Clay didn't waste much effort and found the room with a red mark on the door. When he pushed the door open, it was locked. He was slightly stunned, and then suddenly realized that this should be what the old man asked the guards to do.

He had the key. The old man had given it to him a long time ago. The fist-sized lock ensured safety. Clay inserted the key into the keyhole. With a little force, the lock, which seemed to him to be extremely simple, had been opened. .

When he opened the door and took a look, he saw Krissen, who was restless in the room, like an ant on a pot.

The first time he saw him, Krison couldn't hide his surprised expression at all. No matter who has been locked up for a long time, he will always be very excited when someone opens the door suddenly.

"Master Clay!" Kerrison called. When he saw that it was his own young master who opened the door, he immediately believed what the guard told him, but he didn't know what needed to be done in such a... private place?

"It seems like this place doesn't make you feel good." Clay smiled. With the flickering candlelight, he could clearly see the sweat on Krissen's forehead. It's not hot here, so it can only be... It was caused by his anxiety.

Waving his hand and pointing to the chair, Clay motioned for the other person to sit down and relax.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Kristen Mandler..."

Clay also found a seat and sat down, and started chatting with Krison, who still seemed a little nervous. After all, he didn't have time to build trust with these guards bit by bit.

Time is also a cost, and sometimes it’s even incredibly valuable.

Clay asked Kristen a lot about the situation at home, why he wanted to be his personal guard, and asked him to share his feelings or thoughts about training during this period of time.

Trust between people is increased through mutual communication. It is impossible to completely trust someone with whom you have never talked, no matter how high the status of the person is.

Clay opened a bottle of wine for him. He didn't mention the name of the wine. It was all good wine shipped from the south.

After a few sips, Clay realized that the bodyguard in front of him might have never drunk such a high-altitude wine with a complicated brewing process before.

Because when he didn't feel anything at all, Krison's face was already covered with alcoholism, and he was obviously drunk.

I felt a little proud of my drinking capacity, and stopped Kristen from touching the wine glass again. I gave him some wine to relieve the pain he was about to suffer. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

No more drinking. Once Krissen falls asleep, any further mutation will be equivalent to killing him.

"Krison, do you think you can be my personal guard with your current strength? You can't even take my three swords. Should you protect me or should I protect you on the battlefield?"

Clay suddenly asked a question that left Krissen speechless.

With his face flushed, Kristen held it in for a long time, thinking of his performance in the afternoon, and finally said in a low voice as if he was discouraged:

"Sir, I disappoint you..."

Clay smiled and said:

"So, want to have strength and speed like me, and some powers beyond your imagination?"

Looking at Kristen who suddenly raised his head, Clay smiled even brighter, and he continued:

"I think you know that I traveled from Essos for two years before returning home. In the past two years, I got some interesting things on that land. Do you want to try it?"

Looking directly into Kerison's eyes, Clay asked the last question, hitting Kerison's heart hard:

"As the first person I selected as my personal guard, I know your wish. If you accept this power, you will become a "Jazz" again. So, are you willing, Lord Krissen?"

The last adult seemed to possess some kind of magic power. Krissen's groggy head finally cleared up. He no longer hesitated and nodded firmly:

"My lord, your sword edge is my direction!"

This was the final answer and Clay's most satisfactory statement. He pointed to the iron bed, his voice filled with seriousness and expectation:

"Then, Krison, lie down and I will drink three potions for you. This will cause you unforgettable pain, but if you can get through it, believe me, you will never regret it."

After fastening the buckles around Krissen's hands, feet and neck, and fixing him tightly to the iron frame bed, Clay took out the three small bottles of grass decoction.

Looking at Kristen who raised his head slightly, he was heartbroken and fed him the green grass decoction in order.

The next moment, the veins on Krison's neck popped out, and his teeth clenched instantly. Clay knew that the pain had begun to spread from his body to his whole body.

He pressed his hands on Krissen's body, and the magic power in his body rushed into Krissen's body along his hands.

"Hold on, when you open your eyes again, you will be born again!"

The original green grass decoction was, in fact, an intravenous injection, but considering that the technology was too high and...well, a bit scary, I changed it to an oral liquid form. I hope you understand.