The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 6: The Mountain's Might

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The room was silent.

Maester Harry gently pushed open the door.

His head poked inside, someone pressed on his shoulder from behind, so he lowered himself, and a second head poked in, then a third, and a fourth.

Four people, four heads, arranged in a uniform pattern.

Their expressions were identical: surprise.

They saw the bloodied ropes scattered on the ground, some broken into several sections; they saw the marks of destruction on the floor, shallow and deep scratches caused by the stone bed shifting; they saw the barely breathing idol—the Mountain—Gregor Clegane.

The Mountain's eye sockets were sunken, with black circles around his eyes, like a refugee; his hair looked as if it had been washed with cement, all stuck to his scalp, like an ill-fitting fur cap; his arms, neck, chest, abdomen, calves, and ankles, all exposed areas, were covered in bloodstains.

His eyes were dull, barely alive, seemingly without breath.

Polliver, his number one fanboy, was extremely nervous, worried that Gregor was dead.

He feared this, he couldn't lose the super-idol-like feeling that Gregor, this ultra scum, brought him.

He was Gregor's number one fan, without equal.

Dunsen and Raff the Sweetling's hearts were pounding.

They had never seen Gregor in such a颓废decayed state, like a lifeless giant, devoid of energy.

Finally, the very young Maester Harry spoke: "...Lord...still breathing..."

Polliver, Dunsen, and Raff the Sweetling's expressions changed rapidly, from initial surprise to doubt, fear, and then sudden joy. Although they had killed many people, they hadn't noticed that the Lord was still breathing. But Maester Harry gave them the truth and confidence—Gregor was still breathing.

In the minds of the three fanboys, given Gregor's inhuman physique and invincible bravery, as long as he was breathing, he would naturally recover quickly, without a doubt.

Polliver wanted to squeeze in, but three people blocked him. Moreover, he was holding his right hand high, his right hand bandaged and splinted to keep it straight.

Under the rational and calm control of Raff the Sweetling, Maester Harry was the first to enter the room.

It was safest to let Maester Harry check on the Lord's condition first.

Dunsen, Raff, and Polliver followed closely behind the Maester, unconsciously lightening their footsteps.

Outside the door, a servant held food, but dared not enter without being summoned.

Entering rashly could cost him his life.

His predecessor had been kicked to death for entering Gregor's room without permission.

Although Maester Harry was Tywin Lannister's man, he dared not defy Gregor, so he approached very carefully, quietly, holding his breath.

"I'm fine, don't be afraid!"

Gregor suddenly spoke, startling the four cautious fellows.

But since when did Gregor speak so politely, saying 'don't be afraid'? These words sounded strange to Polliver, Dunsen, and Raff.

They were used to hearing Gregor say things like 'Bastard, do you want to die?'

Gregor's soft tone also made them feel uneasy, as if ants were crawling on their backs. They were more accustomed to Gregor's rough voice and abusive language.

"Lord!" Maester Harry craned his neck cautiously, "How do you feel..."

"Feel your paralysis, hurry up and untie the ropes if you don't want to die, you dog bastards, you sons of bitches, Cao Nima."

Gregor Clegane saw the four people's cautious, mouse-like expressions, and also saw the three fanboys' uncomfortable expressions. Knowing that his subordinates were used to being yelled at, Gregor knew that speaking kindly to them wasn't like 'Gregor' himself.

Since that was the case, then he would scold them.

Before transmigrating, he had argued with people online.

However, these words still carried the cadence of his previous world. 'Ni ma bi' and 'Cao Nima' simply didn't exist in this world.

So incongruous!

This really lived up to that not-so-popular saying: A lifetime ruined by studying science and engineering! If he had been a gangster in his earth world, he would have been more in line with Gregor's personality and temperament.

Furthermore, this raising of his voice made Gregor feel very weak.

His own meticulous理工science and engineering mind recognized the many inconsistencies in just that one sentence, but the other three fanboys grinned when they heard him burst into abuse, like three hungry dogs seeing a bone, and immediately stepped forward to untie the remaining ropes binding Gregor very nimbly.

Polliver, the number one fanboy, untied the ropes quickly with one hand.

His back wound was very long, Maester Harry had stitched it with more than two hundred stitches. This excitement and movement caused his back wound to ache sharply, tearing the newly grown flesh and causing blood to seep out, but he didn't care at all.

As long as Gregor started cursing, the three fanboys knew that the Lord was fine.

Once the ropes were untied, Gregor brushed aside Dunsen and Raff's hands, who wanted to help him up: "Get out!" He supported himself and sat up on the stone bed. "I'm hungry, bring me something to eat."

As soon as the word 'Laozi'Old man' came out, Gregor felt that the language was wrong again. There was no such saying as 'Laozi' in this world.

Ah, paralysis, the language style of his previous life still dominated his mind!

Stealing a glance, no one seemed to find it strange except himself. These people probably didn't hear what he was specifically cursing, it seemed they didn't care about that point at all.

Maester Harry silently moved to the side. Gregor didn't see him, he knew it was best not to take the initiative to go forward. If the Lord got angry and punched him to death, Tywin would only scold the Lord a few times and fine him two months without gold dragons.

Polliver immediately roared at the door, as if neurotic, his voice high-pitched and thin: "Bastard, get in here, slowly, or I'll shove a long stick down your throat."

The servant was startled and quickly stepped in, holding a tray with a large bowl of bacon soup, as instructed by Maester Harry, to warm the stomach first; freshly baked hot bread piled into a small conical mountain, a small bowl of various fruits, and several portions of roasted rabbit, roasted chicken, roasted beef, and roasted mutton. There was also a jar of Arbor Red, the most famous wine from the Arbor. Gregor loved wine and never ate meat without it.

The tray had to be quite large to hold so many things, and the servant had to have some strength in his arms.

The servant quickly came in and placed the tray on Gregor's bed. He kept his head down, not daring to look at Gregor and his three fanboys, nor daring to look at the Maester. The young Maester was actually similar to the servant, not daring to say much or make a sound, keeping his breathing steady.

Gregor looked at the servant fearing him like a demon, he wanted to comfort the servant, but he was afraid of scaring him: "Alright, get out!"

"Yes, Lord!" The servant's tense body visibly relaxed, and he quickly backed out, bowing respectfully and reverently.

Gregor knew very well that the servant lived next to a murderous demon every day, and the psychological pressure was indeed too great.

Gregor first drank the bacon soup. He picked up the bowl, his mouth circled the edge of the bowl, making a loud slurping sound. He circled the bowl once, and a bowl of warm bacon soup went down his throat, containing many good things: ham, carrots, various meat pieces and vegetables.

Gregor put down the bacon soup.

"Maester Harry," Gregor said.

"Yes, Lord!" Maester Harry was very young, fearful of Gregor, and trying to remain calm.

"What happened to Polliver's right hand?"

Gregor's eyes widened.

He glanced at Raff the Sweetling, Raff's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his eyes, looking at the ground.