Chapter 92 Clay is serious about breaking the dragon monopoly

In the evening, Clay carried a wooden box and walked into the brightly lit Poseidon Tower again.

Although the news of the king's death has not been officially announced, there is no airtight wall in the world. The Mandalay family army has begun to gather, so naturally it will not be completely concealed from the public.

Clay could clearly feel the almost palpable smell of tension among the people coming and going in the Poseidon Tower.

During the conversation in the afternoon, the old man had not made a decision on who would lead the army. He was not in a hurry because the raven from Winterfell had not arrived yet and was not expected to arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.

Arriving at the study, the guard guarding the door was leaning against the wall, playing with a small object in his hand.

Seeing his young master coming, the guard quickly stood up and subconsciously hid the objects in his hands, but Clay still saw him.

"What is that?" Clay raised his chin, pointed at the guard's left hand, and asked with a smile.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the guard's face. He was a little embarrassed, and he took out the things in his hands.

Clay took it and squinted his eyes. This thing seemed to be a small shield, about the size of a palm, wrapped in a layer of rough-stitched wool. The inside was hard and should be wood.

Although in the shadows, Clay's vision still allowed him to see the words above clearly:

"Vida and Elvie"

Glancing at the reddened sneer expression on the guard's face, Clay suddenly understood what this thing was. He tossed the object, then returned it to its owner, and said with a smile:

"Is she our girl from White Harbor?"

As soon as these words came out, the guard knew that the young master had seen through him, and could only nod sheepishly:

"Yes... her family has lived in White Harbor for generations."

"get married?"

"No... she's engaged. No, there's going to be a war. Her family doesn't have much money, so she can't do anything to help me, so... she just made this thing..."

Not noticing the young master who suddenly fell silent, the guard seemed to be caught up in some beautiful memories, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He continued:

"We agreed that after the war is over and I bring back good things from the battlefield, I will buy her a big house in Fish King Square, bring her family here, and then we will get married!"

Just as he was thinking about it, the guard heard his young master's voice, and he said:

"Take it. When you come back from the battlefield, I will be your witness."

Without looking at the extremely excited expression on the guard's face, Clay directly opened the door and walked into the old man's study.

In the study, the old man leaned back in his chair and was staring at the blazing fire in a trance, not noticing the arrival of his grandson.

Clay noticed that the old man had an opened bottle of Summer Red on his hand, but it was obvious that the old man had never drank it.

It wasn't until Clay pulled up a chair and sat in front of the old man, his young body blocking the old man's sight, that the old man came back to his senses and realized that Clay was here.

"Boy, what's the expression on your face? What happened?"

As people grow older, the old man noticed his grandson's abnormal mood at a glance, so he asked directly.

"Nothing, just a little emotional..."

Clay told his grandfather exactly what had just happened, and with one order he went to the battlefield, even for those who were about to get married.

In the original story, more than 10,000 northern troops went south, but in the end only three or four thousand came back, and the rest were all buried in the south.

Clay had always felt that he could maintain a chess player's mindset and view the war, but at this moment, he felt a little unnecessary emotion.

After listening carefully, the old man didn't say anything. He couldn't pat his grandson on the shoulder across the table.

So, he followed the old Manderly family tradition and poured Clay a full glass of wine.

"I tell you what young people think. Thinking so much is a waste of time. On the battlefield, if you kill me and I kill you, how many will survive?"

The old man smiled quite coolly, pointed at himself, then at Clay, and then said:

"We noble lords usually show off their power, but when it comes to the battlefield, we have a sword and a head. We can only survive if we kill everyone who swings a sword at you. It's that simple."

Earl Wyman actually understood his grandson's thoughts very well. When he was young, he would feel unhappy when encountering this kind of thing. However, after the usurper war was over, he no longer had such emotions.

Too many people died and he was numb.

After waiting for a while, he saw that Clay had finished the glass of wine. The old man's attention was attracted by the wooden box that Clay brought. He tapped his fingers on it and said doubtfully:

"What is this thing? It's so mysterious that you only come to me at night when no one is around?"

Clay, who had already tidied himself up, took a deep breath, stared into his grandfather's eyes with bright eyes, and said only one word:

"dragon!"

Visible to the naked eye, the old man was stunned and blinked several times, as if he suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"What the hell? Say it again?"

"A dragon, to be precise, a dragon egg."

Clay opened the box directly and saw clearly what was inside. The old man's broad body jumped up from the chair, dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the old man came back to his senses. Although he had never seen the dragon egg, just by taking a look at the contents of the box, the old man knew that his grandson had definitely not lied to him.

When he reacted, he didn't understand why his grandson showed him a dragon egg he got from nowhere late at night. An extremely ridiculous idea flashed in his mind. Could it be...

The next second, Clay's words made his blood pressure, which had just dropped, rise again:

"Grandpa, what if I told you that I could hatch the thing inside, and then wait for it to grow up and ride it to conquer the sky?"

His eardrums clearly caught the old man's heavy breathing, and Clay knew he had to explain clearly.

"At the beginning, this dragon egg and a blood-red crystal were discovered by me along with the secrets of the Valyrian warriors."

Although he didn't want to lie, Clay couldn't do anything about this kind of thing.

"I never figured out what the crystal was, so I kept carrying it with me. One morning when I woke up, I suddenly couldn't find it, and there was an unusual feeling in my body."

"It wasn't until later that I understood what it was. It was the blood of a certain noble dragon king that was solidified by magic before the collapse of the Valyrian Empire."

"Only warriors who possess the blood of the Dragon King and have experienced mutations are the closest guards to the Dragon Kings of Ancient Valyria."

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If Earl Wyman and everyone in the family hadn't remembered Clay's appearance, the old man would have even suspected for a moment that Clay was being impersonated.

But this idea was quickly rejected by him. Apart from Targaryen, there is no real blood of the Dragon King in the world. Clay cannot be a Targaryen.

Moreover, with the magical power that shocked him, and now the dragon egg, if Clay was fake, why would he return to White Harbor?

If you have this ability, you can hatch the dragon egg yourself. In a few years, you can ride a dragon and conquer wherever you want, right?

The old man believes in his own judgment, this is his grandson, he cannot be wrong!

Taking a breath of cold air, Earl Weiman forced himself to calm down. He has realized that if the family has a dragon and can control it, according to his grandson, this is a change in blood, which means...

This can be passed on to future generations!

This means that the Mandalay family will become the new dragon family in Westeros after the Targaryen family.

That night, the old man didn't know how many times he confirmed whether Clay could hatch the dragon.

The old man, like Clay, has been keenly aware that the Mandalay family must closely guard this secret until the dragon becomes big enough.

He suddenly remembered his grandson's strong desire to conquer the Three Sisters Islands during the family meeting. The old man, who was familiar with the terrain, immediately understood his grandson's thoughts.

"Boy, after I saw the dragon, I swore to the old and new gods that the flag of the Mandalay family would be planted in every corner of the Three Sisters Islands."

This is the old man’s promise to Clay and the future Mandalay family!

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Just a quick chat, gentlemen, please don’t bother me. In the original book, the Mandalay family is the family that said “the North will never be forgotten”. Their loyalty to Stark is unquestionable. Now, the protagonist has a dragon. , I write here that the old man accepted the existence of dragons. The reason is as I will mention later. I am a Mandalay first, and a Stark vassal second. My family comes first. I think this is understandable.

Moreover, my understanding of the world of ice and fire is that between nobles and nobles, the laws of the kingdom are not important. They basically follow the simple law of homomorphic revenge. The mad king killed Stark’s people, so history The Tuckers are about to overthrow the Targaryens.

Having said that, I don’t think the old man hates dragons that much, and I believe everyone can understand why he is in a different place with Targaryen, who has a very strong connection with him.

I think this is also an unavoidable problem for everyone who depicts the story of Game of Thrones. The Seven Kingdoms are all arrogant (except for Dorne). Unless you are alone, how to explain it to your family is an unavoidable problem. ring.

Including the changes brought about by the witcher, and as the dragon grows up, it is inevitable to be discovered. In the future, I will gradually let the members of the Mandalay family accept the existence of dragons, and even have the opportunity to talk to Clay. Together, we ride a giant dragon and soar through the nine heavens.

I like that kind of picture very much. As a Chinese, the spiritual totem of dragon is not our traditional Chinese dragon, but I like it after all.

So, readers, please be more patient and listen to Little White Whale slowly outline the Game of Thrones story in my mind. Thank you all!