Chapter 193 Ice and Fire Bug

"This is the territory of the old gods. Going further north is the territory of your master R'hllor's mortal enemy, the cold god. Are you sure you want to talk to me about this here? Maybe, every move we make now is influenced by something. Watching it."

Clay raised a finger and pointed at the top of the tent. His meaning was very clear. If he said it here, wouldn't it be the same as telling the Three-Eyed Crow directly? This is not good.

"Furthermore, I have to remind you that these guys you crippled are, to a certain extent, from the same camp as the Three-Eyed Crow. I'm afraid he won't like the way you greet him. "

Melisandre glanced at the half-dead skinchangers. The smile on her lips did not change at all, and her delicate cheeks did not show even a trace of worry.

"Don't worry about me. The three-eyed crow doesn't dare to spy on me. His eyes dare to look directly at me, which is equivalent to directly observing our Lord R'hllor. In that case, my Lord's light and heat will bring him unimaginable things. pain."

The woman with long copper-colored hair stretched out a white palm and tried to find Clay's right hand on the table, but unfortunately, the flexible right hand escaped the witch's clutches.

Pouring her lips slightly, Melisandre was a little confused. The young man in front of her obviously spent more time on her chest than other parts of her body. Melisandre knew very well what was going on in the mind of a man of this age. .

According to her preconceptions, Clay wouldn't hide at all, but the reality is that Clay hid, and Melisandre never thought this was so-called shyness.

Do you expect a person who is so prolific on the battlefield to kill anyone, regardless of age or sex, as long as he resists, to be shy? This is simply not true.

Looking into Clay's unruffled eyes, Melisandre's calm breathing suddenly suffocated. She realized that the bastard in front of her was probably acting with her, and that he was just pretending to be obsessed with her body!

No matter what identity Melisandre is, she is still a woman, and women are undoubtedly very annoyed when faced with men pretending to be interested in their bodies.

The unpleasant look on her face disappeared for a moment, and Melisandre stared at Clay, who was sitting there as silent as a sculpture, and sighed slightly in her heart.

In the countless journeys she has taken, every time she spreads the faith of the Lord of Light, the most distressing thing is the inexperienced person in front of her. You say your thing, and I will listen to mine. You do whatever you want, and I do whatever I want. , anyway, just don’t agree with it.

"Let's not waste time, Ms. Melisandre. I can tell you about the agreement between the Old God's agent and me, but before that, I first need to know, what can you bring to me?"

Clay pointed to the map of Westeros on the table and said very calmly:

"After all, everything has a hidden price tag. If you need to get something beneficial to you from me, then you need to be the first to show your sincerity."

After a long time, in the tent that had been silent since Clay said this, Melisandre's slightly tired voice finally sounded:

"Clay Manderly, you really have no grace at all, but it's no wonder. You were able to get into such a situation in Essos. Now these fools with crowns in Westeros, It’s already on your chessboard, right?”

"Grace is not for people like us, Ms. Melisandre. As for the crown, wouldn't it be a ridiculous thing if something made of a pile of gold was called a crown?"

Clay chuckled and shook his head, lightly tapped his forehead with his right hand, and said lightly:

"As long as I want it, it will appear above my head at any time, but I don't want to do it now."

The two of them didn't bring up the topic again. Melisandre went around for a long time and made no progress with the impeccable Clay. Finally, she chose to tell the true purpose of her trip. She said:

"Clay, if my companions and I, under the guidance of my lord's will, will honor you as king, help you ascend the throne, and unify the entire Westeros, in exchange, your new kingdom will accept my lord How about the glory?"

Comparing the conditions of the Three-Eyed Raven, you can clearly understand what Melisandre means, which is to bring the entire Westeros into the sphere of influence of the Lord of Light.

"You have a big appetite. Let's put aside the Seven Gods Religion for the time being. Their spines have been broken by the royal power a long time ago and they cannot make any trouble. But what are you going to do in the North and beyond the Great Wall?"

Clay's fingers were tapping on the table, with a strange expression on his face:

"The old gods have been wandering throughout the North and beyond the Great Wall for thousands of years, and have existed even longer. I don't think your religion will be recognized here. Why? You red-robed monks go down to the villages to provide services to the farmers. Show fireworks?”

"Also, if I do this, it will be tantamount to going against the Old God World. I guess you should know where my roots are on this continent, right?"

"The last question, what are you going to do with the guys outside the wall? They are the mortal enemies of your master R'hllor, not mine. If it weren't for the fact that the servants it creates are impossible to coexist with, there is no way I would be able to sit down and drink with them. One cup."

In fact, in comparison, the plan proposed by the Three-Eyed Crow is more constructive, because according to that set of plans, the Cold God nests outside the wall, the old god still rules the north, and his new kingdom serves as a buffer zone to block the wall. On the way west from R'hlloth.

And Melisandre's request is actually equivalent to going directly to Chen Bing's doorstep. It would be strange if nothing happens.

"The Cold God will definitely be destroyed. Clay Mandler, don't doubt our Lord's determination. You know very well what the Cold God's servants are. This is very important to the human kingdom that you value. A deadly threat.”

"Then I'm very surprised. R'hllor attaches great importance to the Cold God and treats them as mortal enemies. Then why didn't you eliminate them earlier and instead came to find me? Do you know? In the eyes of a soldier like me , this is a sign of your extreme weakness."

"Of course, my lord discovered that an individual like you who can accommodate both fire magic and use evil cold magic seems to be able to teach it to others. This seems to be the case for your guards who are fighting with you."

Clay suddenly realized that this was because of his identity as a demon hunter. R'hllor was interested in this form of magic that was completely different from the mainstream magic in the world of ice and fire.

It's understandable, but R'hllor probably can't understand why fire magic and cold magic can coexist in the same person, etc...

Clay suddenly realized something. If someone like him existed, wouldn't it mean...

R'hllor, the Lord of Light, and the entire Red God religion claim a dualistic world view, that is, ice and fire are irreconcilable enemies, and the justice represented by R'hllor will inevitably destroy the evil represented by the Cold God.

If we continue to deduce this, after the cold god, the greatest enemy, is eliminated, will he become R'hllor's next hunting target?

Quite simply, the coexistence of ice and fire magic among witchers, doesn’t it just show that R’hllor’s dualistic worldview is nonsense? Ice and fire can coexist.

Clay stared at Melisandre's face, thoughtfully.

This chapter is late, kowtow...