Chapter 2: Chapter Two: Witcher System
Perhaps his pre-transmigration complaints struck a chord with some higher power, as he didn't arrive empty-handed in the world of ice and fire. With a single thought, a dark blue panel unfolded on his retinas:
Witcher System (Level 1) Potions (Expand) Bombs (Expand) Equipment (Expand) Magic Pool: 70 Unlocked Glyphs: None Items (Expand)
After some exploration, he roughly understood the system's functions. This level 1 system included empty recipes and blueprints for bombs and equipment, except for a potion recipe for mutagenesis using a herb.
Recipe as follows:
Spiked Wyvern Spinal Fluid -> Wyvern Bone (Repeated use)
Flying Lion Monster Poison Gland -> Severed Lion Poison Gland
Albino Vampire Witch's Tongue -> Swamp Water Solidification
Oshu Pickle -> Sentinel Tree Bark
Long Leaf Plantain -> Ghost Grass
Mandrake Root -> Copper Plate Herb
The system had already provided reasonable substitutes for Klay in this world. As soon as he saw the recipe, Klay spent all the gold dragons he brought from White Harbor and bought a Wyvern Bone Bow from a collector in Pentos.
This was the most challenging item to obtain. If he weren't the young master of White Harbor, obtaining a wyvern bone under the circumstances of its disappearance for over a hundred years would likely involve infiltrating King's Landing for some thieving theatrics.
Up to now, he had acquired all the other ingredients, leaving only the Sentinel Tree Bark. Theoretically, this item could only be found in the Wolf's Wood to the northwest of the North.
Having the materials alone wasn't enough; mutation in the world of Witchers required magical assistance. Attempting mutation without magical stabilization would be suicidal.
In this world, Klay explored the trade city-states thoroughly but couldn't raise the initial 70 magic points of the system. He had also visited the Red Temple, but most there were performers with no real magical abilities.
He was well aware that when the stars weep blood and the glass candles of the Citadel burn again, the magical power of the entire world would be restored. However, he couldn't afford to wait that long.
This time heading north, the largest Yew tree in the Stark family's Godswood was another goal. According to the system's notes, only with a magic pool of 100 could he ensure an 80% or higher success rate.
Higher magic storage would gradually increase the success rate of exempting from negative effects during the mutation process. Klay didn't want his little brother to be useless, and he didn't want to be expressionless.
After much contemplation, considering the unfortunate fate of the current king in the original history—quickly dying from poisoning, followed by dire wolves heading south, leading to a brutal war as soon as Robert died—having strong personal martial strength was undoubtedly the first choice for survival in the upcoming chaotic era.
Not to mention he was just a grandson of an earl; looking at the tragic experiences of the Duke of Eddard Stark's several children, he knew that titles were essentially meaningless and unreliable.
Moreover, backed by White Harbor and possessing the North's largest wealth, who said the trial of the grass wasn't meant for others? As long as the recipe and magic issues were resolved, Klay believed that, given time, he could lead a Witcher army out of the Seven Kingdoms.
Time passed unknowingly, reaching the afternoon.
The knock on the door interrupted Klay's musings. He sat up from the bed, took a seat in a chair, and spoke, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, revealing a small head with light green hair, two sharp canine teeth exposed. With a playful smile, she said, "Klay, it's time for dinner. Sister asked me to take you to the hall. 99 "I know the way." Shaking his head and smiling, Klay stood up, stretched, and followed his sister through the beautifully decorated corridors. Soon, they reached the hall, and Klay noticed that the servants had already set up a long table in the center. The kitchen was preparing the meals.
They had arrived early, and other family members hadn't come yet. Only the old steward was directing the servants back and forth.
Seeing the young master arrive, the old steward greeted him with a smile. "Young Master Klay, you and Miss Vira arrived early. However, the banquet hasn't started yet. Would you like to take a stroll in the garden?" Seeing that the banquet hadn't started yet, Klay knew that his cousin, whom he hadn't seen in two years, had something to say. Without revealing anything, he nodded, followed Vira, and entered the flower garden.
Leaning on the railing with a view of the entire White Harbor, the refreshing sea breeze came, and the flickering lights in the city looked especially beautiful.
Klay looked at Vira, who seemed hesitant to speak. He gently touched her head, smiled, and asked, "What does Vira want to tell me?"
"Um... Klay, did you figure it out?" Smiling and nodding, Klay acknowledged. Vira hesitated for a long time before saying, "Grandfather might ask you to go to Winterfell during dinner. Can you take me with you?"
Pleading anticipation filled Vira's light purple eyes.
"Why do you want to go to Winterfell with me?" Klay was puzzled. "Just to wander around. You know Grandfather's temper. He thinks noble young ladies" Vira said confidently. "should stay in the castle before getting married. Somewhat astonished, Klay saw Vira as a bird trapped in a cage, desperately flapping her wings, trying to fly out of the cage. It was a bit cute, to say the least.
Just as he was about to agree, the voice of the old steward interrupted them: "Young Master, Miss, dinner is ready. The Earl requests both of you to come over."
Returning to the hall once again, thanks to the efficient efforts of the Mandrell household servants, a table of appetizing dinner was laid out on the table. Candles were lit by the servants, making the entire Mermaid Palace look even more majestic and mysterious. Count Waynman sat in the middle, with two burly, bald men on either side. The one on the right was Count's eldest son, Willis Mandrell, Klay's uncle. The man grinning on the left, is Klay's father, Wendell Mandrell.
"Please have a seat first, you father and son can talk plenty after you finish eating," Count Waynman said with a smile, his face also reddened by the candlelight.
Klay and Virelfid sat together. After Count Waynman took the first bite of bread, he turned his attention to the food in front of him.
"Klay, in these next two days, prepare yourself and take my personal letter to pay a visit to Lord Eddard in Winterfell," Count Waynman suddenly said.
Klay understood the Count's intention after a moment of thought. The old man was using his presence to extinguish any ambitions targeting White Harbor, and as long as he met Eddard Stark, after his uncle's death, no one would be qualified to inherit the position of Count of White Harbor before him.
"All right, Grandfather," Klay responded promptly. Although the old man was more concerned about the stability of White Harbor, Klay had to show this attitude.
Just as he finished speaking, his foot was harshly stepped on. Grimacing, he looked at Virelfid, who was continuously signaling him with her eyes. With a wry smile, he said to Count Waynman, "Grandfather, I would like to take Virelfid with me to Winterfell..."
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