The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 448: The Long Arm of the Law

(Bonus chapter for the Grandmaster-level support from [MaxW], thank you for your support)

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It must be said that Sansa, as a young lady from a noble family who had been carefully cultivated since childhood, understood Rosamund's psychology very well. Soon, the fear in Rosamund's eyes gradually disappeared, and she began to talk with Sansa in a low voice, with a smile on her lips from time to time.

The Mountain led the army in front, and the four knights from Lannisport, with a guard of a hundred men, followed beside the Mountain's legion, like irrelevant outsiders.

Captain Gnar Lannister stayed in Lannisport to recover from his injuries.

The Mountain was the first to enter Clegane Village.

It was a very quiet, empty village. There was no blood on the ground, the scene of corpses everywhere was completely gone, and there was no trace of blood. Every road was cleaned very carefully.

The whole village was quiet to the point of being suffocating.

Along the way, the farmhouses, livestock pens, wells, courtyards, backyard flowers, mills, and other buildings remained as they were, without the damage the soldiers had expected. This wasn't because Davon had any kindness in his heart, but because he thought he could get the fief.

Only the armory in the center of the village was burned down by Gendry and Master Tob, because they had to ensure that the dragon-hunting ballista was not leaked. The two of them also used wildfire to burn all the dragon-hunting ballistas that they had managed to build.

The Mountain had ridden Red Smoke here before, coming at night and returning at night, whistling like the wind. The miserable scene of the whole village that he had seen in the middle of the night was completely gone. Someone had cleaned up the entire village during this time.

The Mountain arrived in front of the Clegane Stone Keep gate. A person was concentrating on wiping the archery target hanging on the wall in the courtyard. Hearing the sound, he looked up, and the scholar was stunned when their eyes met.

Scholar Hali, a very young scholar, was originally an eye sent by Tywin to monitor the Mountain.

The sound of hooves rang out, and many people entered the Clegane courtyard. Ser Gendry Clegane jumped off his horse and ran towards Hali, hugging him tightly.

If it weren't for Scholar Hali, Gendry and Tob Mott's family, as well as the two children from Black Stone, Dan and Nina, would have lost their lives.

Lady Eddara dismounted, and the children dismounted, running over to hug Scholar Hali. The young scholar was a little uneasy. There were too many people looking at him, many strangers with fierce eyebrows and heavy axes in their hands, who didn't look like good people.

"Hali, did you clean up the village?" The Mountain asked.

"Yes, my lord."

"Then... what about the remains of the people..."

"They were burned and buried on the hillside behind. This afternoon, I will also carve wooden markers for them. A total of one thousand four hundred and seventy-one people. Each person should have a wooden marker and a name to commemorate them," the scholar said, his expression miserable, tears instantly filling his eyes.

The Mountain dismounted Red Smoke: "I'm back, Scholar. Every unfortunate person deserves a decent burial ground, a stone tablet with their name and life story engraved on it. Families should be buried together."

"Yes, my lord," the scholar said, his voice choked with sobs.

Lady Eddara began to cry softly.

Tob Mott put his arm around his wife's shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

Dan and Nina, as well as Artie, remembered that they would never see their little friends again, nor the kind old witch. The three children all had red eyes and cried.

Gendry's eyes were red. All four of his blacksmith masters and their families had been killed, and he knew it, but he couldn't save any of them: "Father, we must capture Davon and hang him in front of the villagers' graves."

"Cut him to pieces!" Crome Warner said, "Each of us will give him a cut."

"Father, you said Davon would be sent back soon, is that true?" The veins on Gendry's neck popped out, twitching.

"Yes, boy. I sent the infantry leader Tolbert back with four brothers to pick up Dan and Nina to King's Landing. Not long after the massacre, they arrived at Clegane Village and saw the miserable scene all over the village... Tolbert sent me a raven and sneaked into Lannisport with four brothers. He is the big boss of the streets in the city, with many brothers and many connections. The Gull Company, the largest in the west city of Lannisport with two warships, was conquered by him and Chiswyck the Big Head together. When Davon found the Widow's Wail to escape in the middle of the night, they also boarded that ship."

Tolbert was the ruthless man who cut the permanent scar on Big Head's forehead. The deputy leader of the Clegane infantry legion, managing a thousand Clegane rogue infantry. Not long after the funerals of the Black Stone standard-bearer and Ser Gerold at the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing, he was arranged by the Mountain to return to Clegane Village to pick up Dan and Nina. Tolbert and his four brothers were not present during the Mountain's siege, they were on their way back to the Westerlands.

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Davon woke up, feeling a little dizzy.

He was too happy last night. To celebrate his complete departure from the continent of Westeros, he drank a few extra glasses.

He had come to Oldtown with his family a few days ago. The Widow's Wail had to wait in line in Oldtown to unload cargo, and also had to wait in line to load Arbor Gold wine. He couldn't afford to delay. It just so happened that a few mercenaries on the same ship were also in a hurry to return to Lys, so everyone went together to find a merchant ship that was full of cargo and about to set sail, paid the full amount of money, and left Oldtown overnight, heading for Lys across the Narrow Sea.

Now he was truly completely safe, no longer afraid of the Mountain coming to hunt him down. In a great mood, Kevan drank a few more glasses and fell asleep.

When he woke up, sunlight was shining into the cabin. The ship was swaying, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He reached out and touched the side, his wife was not there. Looking at the daylight, he estimated that it was almost noon. He was in a good mood and wanted to sing a song to express his joy.

So he sang "The Maiden and the Bear", stood up, and opened the cabin door to go to the dining room for a meal. When he walked out of the room, he remembered that he had not put on his armor or brought his sword belt, but it didn't matter. His luck shouldn't be so bad that he would encounter pirates as soon as he left the continent of Westeros.

The few wandering mercenaries on the ship had good martial arts skills and were very interesting people with great drinking capacity. Those guys protected a big merchant to Lannisport and made a fortune, spending money like water. Everyone agreed to take care of each other along the way, and Davon felt much safer.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the witch whose head he had chopped off with a sword, of her curse-like words, of the Mountain returning to Clegane and seeing corpses everywhere. He felt even more happy.

The witch said that the Mountain would never let him go, and that his family would also be taken care of by the Mountain, and that blood would build the Mountain's steps to advancement... Maybe the witch could guess one or two prophecies correctly before she died, but if the Mountain wanted to catch him, hehe! In the next life!

However, being forced to leave the Lannister ancestral home, being forced to leave Lannisport, with the status and position of a acting castellan and a baron, made Davon feel reluctant and sad.

Davon came to the dining room on the second floor. There were several tables inside. The mercenaries were all there, joking and talking about women's lewdness. Davon asked the waiter for a pizza (researched the origin of pizza), a bacon soup, two hams, a bottle of Riverlands wheat wine, and a bottle of Riverlands dark beer.

Davon couldn't live without wine! After getting up and moving around, the uncomfortable feeling from drinking too much last night disappeared.

Many Westeros mercenaries went to the other side of the Narrow Sea to make big money. Davon considered staying in Lys for a while, and then finding some mercenary work to earn some money. As long as Duke Tywin returned to the Westerlands and chopped down the Mountain, he would go back.

Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, these three Free Trade Cities, had long-standing disputes over territory, and mercenaries were very popular there. Many mercenaries with good martial arts skills could easily find work in these three places, and the commission was extremely high. If they were lucky enough to survive for a few years, they could go home and retire.

A short, shrewd-faced mercenary brought Davon a pizza from the kitchen. The pizza was steaming hot, sprinkled with scallions, bacon, cheese, and carrot granules.

"Thanks, brother." Davon was also a noble with extensive knowledge, and he was familiar with dealing with these mercenaries.

The mercenary smiled and poured Davon a glass of dark beer, and also poured himself a glass. The two clinked glasses with a ding, the dark beer splashed out, and they drank it all in one gulp.

Davon picked up a knife and fork and began to cut the pizza. He also invited the mercenaries to eat together. The mercenaries smiled and patted their stomachs, meaning they couldn't eat any more.

"How does it taste?" The mercenary asked Davon.

"The taste is not bad, but the meat granules seem to be a little undercooked."

"Right? It's mainly that your two xiayidai's tou are not easy to chop up," the mercenary laughed, "The bones were personally picked out by our boss Tolbert, and some broken bones are damn hard to pick out. To be honest, that's a delicate job."

The smile on Davon's face gradually stiffened: "Brother, your joke is not funny at all."

"It's not a joke, I'm telling the truth. We killed your two sons and made them into pizza."

The stiffness on Davon's face gradually turned into horror: "Cleydon, Arryk!" he shouted.

There was no response from the two boys. He listened carefully, and there was no sound of the two boys playing and making noise on the first floor deck.

The short mercenary shrugged: "Eat first, Ser Davon, there's more in the pot. You'll be mainly eating this delicious pizza recently."

Davon stood up abruptly, suddenly realizing that the other four mercenaries had already stood in four directions. They were all fully armed, with sword belts and armor, and smiles on their faces.

"Carole!" Davon roared sharply.

There was no echo from his wife. Outside, besides the waves, there were only the sounds of seabirds perched on the mast.

"Where's my wife?"

The shrewd little mercenary pointed to the lower level: "Being fucked by those black, strong, ox-like Summer Islander sailors, one copper star at a time. She started working last night, after you fell asleep."

Kevan felt the pain of a blade cutting through his heart!

He realized that he didn't shout, didn't overturn the table, he actually held his breath. He could see that these five bastards were waiting for him to overturn the table. Their eyes were bloodthirsty, with a crazy fighting spirit, and they burst out with a fierce murderous aura.

There were usually a few idlers in the dining room, but there were no idlers today. The cook and servants were nowhere to be seen.

"Were you sent by the Mountain? How much money did he give you? I'll pay double, triple, quadruple, first let my wife go."

"Pay first!" Tolbert said, speaking.

Tolbert was neither tall nor short, of medium build, and unremarkable. He didn't look fierce at all, but any ruthless person would be wary of his lazy appearance!

"I'll go get it!"

"Okay, leave something behind first."

"What?"

"A hand." Tolbert slowly drew a short knife, the short knife was snow-white, and he tapped the table with the back of the knife, "The right hand, first cut off the thumb and index finger of the big hand, so you can't hold the hilt of the sword."

"Ten times the price, as long as you let me and my wife go. What you did to my two children, forget it," Davon said.

"Okay, we'll let you go, put your hand up first, the price of two fingers, a lot of money, in exchange for your and your wife's lives, you're a good deal," Tolbert said.

Davon's eyes flickered uncertainly.

Clang!

Four swords were drawn at the same time, as if by one person. Everyone saw through Davon's attempt to attack.

These people were all shrewd.

Tolbert sighed: "Ser Davon, given that you just wanted to overturn the table and fight, then add another finger, thumb, index finger, middle finger, three fingers, in exchange for your and your wife's lives, do you want to do it?"

"Okay, but you have to swear. Swear in the name of the gods."

"Four fingers!" Tolbert laughed, "I don't want to increase the price anymore, really!"

Davon's face hardened: "Okay, two fingers, one hundred gold dragons."

Tolbert shook his head.

"Two fingers, two hundred gold dragons."

"Deal!"

Tolbert tapped the table.

Davon stretched out his left hand and placed it on the table: "Tolbert, give me a way out. I use my right hand to wield a sword. When I get to the city-states of Lys, I can still earn some money as a mercenary to make a living."

Tolbert didn't speak, but compared the short knife on Davon's left thumb and index finger. With a knife down, there was a soft sound of tearing, and the two fingers were cut off at the root.

Davon let out a hoarse scream!

Tolbert said: "Today, I'll clean up your two fingers first." He slammed the hilt of the knife on Davon's forehead with a backhand, Davon immediately fell down, the wound on his forehead was so deep that the bone could be seen, and blood flowed down, covering his left eye.

"Lord Mountain asked me to say hello to you for him, Ser Davon. Lord Mountain is now Duke, Warden of the West, and Master of War. A pair of hands now needs to be kept clean and cannot be stained with some dirty things and blood, so we took care of your two sons and wife for Lord Mountain. As for you, suffer a little bit first, and then hand it over to Lord Mountain to personally deal with."

Tolbert sheathed his short knife.

The four brothers sheathed their long swords. The short, shrewd-faced brother picked up a stool and smashed it with all his strength at Robert's back. With a cracking sound, the stool broke, and Davon fell to the ground with a bang.

A brother brought a small iron hammer, and clicked, clicked, clicked, and crushed Davon's ten toes one by one. Davon's screams were earth-shattering... and finally he fainted...

Whoosh!

A bucket of cold water was splashed on Davon's face, waking him up!

"Ser Davon, Lord Mountain asked me to tell you that your wife's destination is the brothel in Flea Bottom in King's Landing. Our brothers will take care of her at any time and will not let her be humiliated and beaten by the patrons. We guarantee you this."

"Let her go, please, my money, all of it is for you. All, five thousand gold dragons, all of it is for you."

“Ser Davos, we really wanted to let you go, but unfortunately, the ship is almost at Lannisport. We're headed the wrong way, and the Mountain is waiting at the docks to inspect the goods. We five brothers are truly sorry. Maybe next life. I promise, even next life, we won't let you go!”

“Please, I beg you, please beg the Mountain to spare my wife, or just kill her with one blow!”

“Alright, you're a smart one. The Mountain did say to be quick about your wife and child. Your wife, we've already thrown her into the sea. And that pizza you ate? It really was just pizza, not your child. Ser Davos, open your eyes and look. What port is that outside? Look at the embankment, who's there to greet you?!”