The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 110: A Mundane Man

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Aqil Lannister arrived on horseback.

Being on horseback, he naturally sat high and saw far.

Sweetmouth Raff had good connections with all sorts of people in Casterly Rock. 'Sweetmouth' was his talent. No noble disliked flattery. Even if they knew Sweetmouth Raff was speaking flattering lies, the nobles still loved to hear it.

Sweetmouth Raff was very familiar with Aqil Lannister.

Before following Gregor Clegane to Clegane's Keep, Sweetmouth Raff and Ser Gregor were both 'celebrities' in Casterly Rock, famous for their 'sweet mouth' and 'evil'.

As a branch member of the Lannister family of Casterly Rock, and a centurion, Aqil Lannister had many opportunities to interact with Sweetmouth Raff and Ser Gregor.

Before Gregor decided to return to his territory to develop it, Gregor and Sweetmouth were both officers in the Duke's Guard. Gregor was a general, Sweetmouth was a squad leader, a sergeant.

The city guard and the Duke's Guard cavalry regiment had a close relationship. The centurions all knew each other well, and most of them were distant or close relatives of the Lannister family.

Aqil knew that Sweetmouth's sword was as sharp as his tongue.

Sweetmouth's mouth was sweet, but his heart was not sweet at all. It was probably all black.

When Aqil's eyes met Sweetmouth Raff's on horseback, he understood Sweetmouth Raff's intention.

Aqil immediately understood what was going on.

This was Sweetmouth Raff setting up a small trap to teach the Ironborn a lesson.

He rode his horse into the circle of people and saw the three Ironborn at Polliver's feet. One was already dead, and the other two were still breathing, but obviously wouldn't survive.

"Who is molesting women of the Westerlands in the street?" Aqil shouted. His eyes swept over the Ironborn. The Ironborn were furious, but no one rushed forward.

Because the Westerlands guard had arrived. The soldiers were all well-equipped with armor and longswords. Without a word, they surrounded the Ironborn. Shields were tightly joined together, and the tips of longswords were exposed above the shields, pointing at the Ironborn.

The second batch of Ironborn who jumped ashore stopped and dared not approach any further.

The arrival of the Casterly Rock guard gave the people of the Westerlands more courage, and more civilians joined the outer encirclement with weapons in their hands.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the three Ironborn lying in the pool of blood and glared at the others.

In the tavern, the Mountain shouted, "Boss!"

The boss had been waiting outside the door. Hearing the call, he immediately came out, nodding, bowing, and smiling: "My lord, what do you need?"

"Wine!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Soon, Westerlands coarse grain wine, Riverlands apple wine, wine, Reach wine, and Arbor wine were brought up and placed in a row on the Mountain's table.

The boss didn't dare to ask what wine the Mountain liked, so he brought all the wine.

"Get out!"

"Yes, my lord!" the boss replied obediently, retreating to the door, waiting for the Mountain's next call.

The Mountain poured himself a drink and watched the situation on the dock.

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These five ships of iron ore belonged to Earl Gerold Goodbrother. The Mountain had met Earl Gerold Goodbrother. He was the leader of the Hammerhorn, brave and good at fighting, and had a good personal relationship with Victarion Greyjoy, the commander of the Iron Fleet. He had three sons and twelve daughters. His three sons were triplets, and the three boys looked exactly alike.

The Mountain didn't know which of the triplets was the young man standing in front of Aqil negotiating, nor did he care. Now, whether in terms of situation or numbers, the Ironborn were at an absolute disadvantage. Moreover, the Ironborn had also lost morally. The Ironborn had first molested the women of the Westerlands and then been stabbed to death by civilians. The Ironborn who were stabbed to death by ordinary civilians not only lost all their honor, but would also be ashamed to tell the story back home.

Polliver's acting talent was as outstanding as his artistic hobby for human organs.

The Westerlands crowd below was surging with anger, not for the sake of the two women who had been humiliated, but because the resentment in their hearts towards the Ironborn had found an outlet.

The people especially hated the Ironborn.

For hundreds of years, the Ironborn's plundering of the Westerlands people had left a heavy history of blood and tears for these people. Hundreds of years ago, the Ironborn had a glorious time. They ruled the southern coast, most of the Westerlands coast and the Riverlands coast, and even went deep inland. These histories of blood and tears have been passed down in the hearts of the people from generation to generation, until today.

The people of the Westerlands hated the Ironborn in their bones!

Although the bald man didn't look normal, he stabbed down three strong Ironborn by himself. He immediately became a great hero in the hearts of the onlookers.

In such public sentiment, even if Aqil wanted to arrest Polliver, it would be impossible, let alone that he didn't dare at all!

The Mountain raised his head and drank a large glass of wine.

If Earl Gerold Goodbrother had brains, he would understand that the Westerlands was very disgusted with his constant price increases and greed, and had reached the limit of tolerance. A further step would be to ignite the torch of war.

Regardless of how the Duke considered it, the Mountain first buried a spark. As the world would be in chaos, the iron ore resources of the Iron Islands were indispensable and coveted. The Westerlands people's solidarity also gave him more confidence to lead troops to attack the Iron Islands, because with hatred, the soldiers would strive forward.

Downstairs, Centurion Aqil was also impolite. During the negotiation with the young leader of the Ironborn, he suddenly reached out and slapped the young leader hard. When the Ironborn shouted and raised their great axes, the guards' shields pushed forward together, and the people shouted loudly, suppressing the Ironborn's arrogance again.

"Gylan Goodbrother, you have to come with me. I want to hand you over to our Duke. Before you apologize and compensate for molesting our women, your five ships must not leave the port," Aqil shouted sharply.

"Well done!" The Mountain smiled.

He poured a glass of wine, smelled it. The Riverlands Tully family's apple wine was indeed good. The aroma, color, and taste were all very good. The fertile land of the Riverlands was even more coveted. In contrast, when the Westerlands lost its gold mines, it was a very barren, mountainous, and sparsely cultivated land.

However, the biggest crisis was not the exhaustion of the gold mines, but the Others from the north.

Fortunately, the gods arranged for the Stark family to guard the North. Before the North was completely destroyed, the Westerlands was safe. It seemed that it was obviously difficult for the Others to completely destroy the North.

The Mountain shook his head, driving the events of a few years later out of his mind.

One must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. It was better to take care of the present first. In the first month of his marriage, he had to serve Jeyne well and sow a large number of hot seeds into her fertile land. It was a husband's duty and glorious obligation.

Calculating the time, Bran Stark of the North had already been pushed off the broken tower by Jaime Lannister, successfully completing the assist for the two families' future tearing. King Robert was still hunting boars in the Wolfswood of the North and would not return to court until a month later. A month later, Littlefinger would also go to the Wall with Jon Snow and Benjen Stark to fulfill his ultimate ideal of standing on top of the Wall and pissing.

Thinking of Littlefinger, the Mountain was somewhat expectant.

Well, some things must also be started.

Since he had come, he couldn't come in vain, could he?

Since he wouldn't die no matter how you looked at it, then who wouldn't want money, beauty, status, power, and honor, the floating prosperity of the world, as an uncultured worldly person?!

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