The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Aiven Lefford was quite uneasy.

As the only son of Leo Lefford, the Earl of Goldentooth, he had received a good education since childhood and enjoyed a life of luxury.

He was polite and a well-behaved boy, his only shortcoming being a lack of courage.

He was a young knight who lacked boldness.

His knighthood was bestowed by his father, Leo Lefford, somewhat reluctantly.

Although Aiven's physical fitness, swordsmanship, and horsemanship had been professionally trained, and he had sufficient strength, he was neither brave nor daring enough.

He was a handsome young man who looked good but was absolutely useless.

He was the handsome young man who, at the request of Sweetmouth Raff, went by the name of Aidu Shaliot to test Jenny Westerling's loyalty.

His temperament was more feminine than masculine, which was spotted and chosen by an old fox like Sweetmouth Raff.

This well-behaved boy would not mess around with Jenny Westerling.

Aiven Lefford now regretted agreeing to help Sweetmouth Raff, because a bald, black-bearded fellow kept looking at him from the crowd.

The right side of that fellow's face twitched from time to time, as if in a spasm, which made him look not quite normal.

In Aiven's opinion, the people around Ser Gregor were all a bit abnormal, but that fellow's abnormality was obvious.

The soldier with a neurotic temperament who made Aiven uneasy was Gregor's loyal fan, Polliver.

Last night, when Aiven, wrapped in a black cloak, sent Jenny to the foot of the watchtower, everyone saw him, but he didn't see anyone else.

After completing his mission, he left in a hurry, thinking the matter was over, but today he realized that he was being targeted by a bald, black-bearded, neurotic man from Gregor's group.

When that fellow saw Aiven looking at him, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, as if he hadn't used salt to rinse his mouth in a long time, which made Aiven feel nauseous and almost vomit his breakfast.

Just as Aiven was avoiding the neurotic fellow's gaze, the fellow came to Aiven's side, startling him.

Polliver was a tall man, and his body was very strong, without a bit of fat, but he walked like a ghost, without making a sound.

"Good, good!" Polliver looked at Aiven's fair and slender hands, his eyes full of fiery light.

His tongue stretched out from his mouth full of yellow teeth and licked his lower lip from right to left, as if he was cleaning up the grease stuck to his lips after eating grilled meat.

Aiven felt a chill in his heart and quickly avoided him, walking to his father, Leo Lefford's side.

However, just as he stood still, his hand was grabbed by someone from the other side.

Aiven turned around, greatly surprised.

The neurotic fellow had actually circled around to his other side and was stroking his hand.

"What are you doing?" Aiven shouted, forcefully甩开Polliver's hand.

The area that Polliver had stroked made Aiven feel uncomfortable.

If it were a piece of clothing, he would definitely never touch it again in his life.

But it was his hand.

Although he felt disgusted, he still needed his hand.

This low shout attracted the attention of many people around, and also caused Earl Leo Lefford, who was watching the jousting training of two knights, to turn his head.

Every morning, in Duke Tywin's large training ground, it was customary to train the cavalry's jousting skills.

After everyone watched the cavalry's morning exercises and had breakfast, they would return to their respective territories.

Polliver grinned, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him pestering Aiven.

He had an expression as if he had seen a rare treasure: "What beautiful hands, really, there are no more beautiful hands than these."

Polliver grinned at Earl Leo, "These hands are works of art, they should be cut off and soaked in a wine bottle, to be properly preserved, really!"

His strange words and neurotic smile made Earl Leo feel a chill in his heart.

He was about to rebuke this strange fellow when Sweetmouth Raff ran over: "I'm sorry, Earl, this is my brother, he likes to joke."

Sweetmouth Raff was familiar with these nobles because of his sweet mouth.

After becoming a knight, he was even more qualified to associate with the nobles.

The major powerful nobles in the Westlands all knew that Gregor had Sweetmouth Raff by his side, a person with honey on his lips but a ruthless and poisonous heart.

"No, Raffde, look, don't you think these hands are exquisite works of art? Cut them off, put them in a glass bottle, soak them in wine, add a few petals..." Polliver said to Sweetmouth Raff with a look of fascination.

He gave the impression that he loved Aiven's hands to death.

Sweetmouth Raff immediately interrupted him: "Polliver, if you don't return to the team, I'll tell Miss Jenny."

Before he finished speaking, Polliver's face changed, and he made a gesture for Sweetmouth Raff to be quiet, and scurried away.

Sweetmouth Raff gave Earl Leo and Knight Aiven an apologetic look.

He said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Earl Leo, don't mind the disturbance, don't mind the disturbance.

Although Polliver likes to collect eyes, hands, and toes to soak in wine for appreciation, I can guarantee that he will never touch Knight Aiven's hands.

But Knight Aiven's hands are indeed very beautiful, it would be a pity if they were cut off."

Earl Leo's face turned ugly.

He looked to the other side, Gregor and Jenny were watching the knights' jousting.

In the Westlands, getting involved with Gregor's gang of scum was, to be honest, a headache for anyone.

Gregor was brutal and terrifying, and had done many shocking and cruel things.

Just like flies to dog shit, a large group of people gathered around Gregor, none of them were good people.

The few young knights next to him listened in fear and trepidation.

These few people were the young knights who were invited by Polliver and Dunsen to the watchtower on the top of the mountain last night to chat for a while.

Sweetmouth Raff comforted the Leo father and son with sweet words, then came to the middle of the few young knights who were frightened in their hearts.

He lowered his voice, as if someone was eavesdropping around: "Hey, did you all remember what Polliver and Dunsen said to you last night?"

The few young men nodded desperately.

Sweetmouth Raff was very satisfied with their reaction: "That's good, wait for your good news.

A month later, our Lord Gregor will personally come to your door to thank you."

The few young men were frightened and repeatedly saluted Sweetmouth Raff, asking him to convey to Lord Gregor that they would never dare to trouble Lord Gregor to visit them, they could not bear it at all, and they were ashamed.

Polliver's words just now had frightened them.

If Gregor brought a bunch of lunatics like Polliver to find them again, it would definitely not be a pleasant thing.

Because the Westerling family had declined, the families of these young men had purchased a lot of Earl Gavin's land at ultra-low prices, and Earl Gavin was also forced to mortgage nine pieces of land to these families.

The mortgaged land was easy to deal with, just redeem it with money.

But the land that had already been sold cheaply could not be bought back with money.

Land was permanent property, and there were people on the land.

However, Gregor used the excuse of 'verbal crime' to first intimidate the children of these families.

According to the experience in Earth civilization, children were the darlings of their parents.

Letting these noble children bring back some minor injuries and psychological shadows of collapse was the best opening form to pass a message to Gregor first.

Those patriarchs were here, and even a domineering person like Gregor had no right to directly find them.

Only this rogue method was useful, clever, gave face, and would not add to the happy event.

If these nobles reacted slowly after receiving feedback from the young men after returning home, their initiative was not strong, and their enthusiasm was not high, then a month later, Gregor, after completing his wedding, would officially visit these nobles in the capacity of a Westerling family member to have a chat.

For everything, ringing a warning bell first was a kind of politeness from a rogue.

Gregor, who had been possessed by a transmigrator who was a third-year science and engineering dog and controlled his thoughts, had less violent bloodlust and more scheming and cunning.

The story had just begun.

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