The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Lannisport City Garrison is renowned for its formidable strength, famous throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

For a long time, the Ironborn had not dared to raid Lannisport again, firstly because Lannisport's fleet was not to be trifled with, being too powerful, and secondly because the city garrison was simply too formidable.

As soon as they landed, the garrison would give the Ironborn a head-on blow.

Apart from the city's slums, the security and management of other prosperous areas of the city were well-organized, with taverns, inns, brothels, blacksmith shops, gold markets, silver markets, vegetable markets, livestock markets, cloth streets,胭脂水粉 shops… all sorts of businesses lined up in an orderly fashion.

Every day, in addition to the soldiers routinely stationed on the city walls, centurions patrolled the main prosperous areas of the city with their soldiers, and any forced buying or selling was impossible in Lannisport.

Whether you were a noble or a commoner, everyone was treated equally. People abided by the law, and the market was harmonious.

If there was a problem, finding the city garrison was quick and easy; it was just like the phrase that university dogs knew well before transmigrating into the Mountain: 'If there's a problem, find the police'.

But there were exceptions.

When Dunsen Clegane and Polliver Clegane led a dozen or so thugs with fierce faces into the most prosperous street in the city, wanting to do some business, conflict seemed inevitable!

*

Count Ode watched the several centurions in front of him with bruised noses and swollen faces, a fire burning in his heart.

When his subordinate centurions came to report the matter, seeing the Mountain here and turning around to leave was already making a choice. But the Mountain's rogue subordinates were too much, even daring to hit people.

But the key was that the matter had already passed, people had already been beaten, and everyone had returned to the count. The count knew very well that it was the Mountain's subordinates who were arrogant and domineering, relying on the Mountain's dog power, but the key was that the count couldn't immediately order the guards to chase after them and hit them back.

This made the count feel frustrated!

Although the Mountain and his gang of dog thieves had not gone far, the key was that even if they chased after them, could they win?

The answer was very clear: No!

Count Ode was also a fierce general, otherwise the Ironborn would not have been beaten into shrinking turtles for so many years, not daring to invade the Westerlands again.

Several of Count Ode's centurions had their mouths broken, their eyes were bruised, their faces were swollen high, and some had their nostrils stuffed with cotton because they were still dripping with nosebleeds.

Several military officers who maintained city order and law were beaten a bit embarrassingly.

"What's going on?" Count Ode's tone was unkind. He knew very well that it was the Mountain's gang of killing gods who had done this good deed, but he had to maintain the dignity of the count.

A count must have dignity.

*

The Lannisport City Garrison fought with any noble's knights in the city, and Count Ode set a rule that they had to win.

Fighting and drawing swords were completely different.

Knights taking off their sword belts and fighting empty-handed because of verbal conflicts was a controllable brawl, not serious, and would not hurt the true harmony between lords. Winning or losing was just a matter of pleasant or depressing face, not a matter of life and death, and would not involve greater trouble.

But because of face, winning was still very important.

Over the years, Count Ode's rule had never been broken.

The daunting Mountain had been staying in Casterly Rock for many years, or patrolling the borders of the Westerlands under orders, bullying the Riverlands or the Reach people. Even if he came to Lannisport, the Mountain would come with Duke Tywin. This killing god's bandit soldiers would naturally follow him, and there was no chance to clash with the garrison in Lannisport.

But now it seemed that this rule was a bit untenable, because that guy no longer lived in Casterly Rock, and Tywin no longer needed him to lead troops to patrol the border. He had returned to live in the Clegane lands.

The Clegane lands were very close to Lannisport.

*

"It's the Mountain's people," Centurion Bard Lannister said a little ashamed, reaching out to touch the injury on his face.

"What if it's the Mountain's people? I am the lord of Lannisport," Count Ode raised his voice, his tone awe-inspiring, "I respect Duke Tywin, and I also respect that the Mountain is getting married in ten days, otherwise, I would have taken you to chase after them and hit them back now."

The count began to be righteously and hypocritically hypocritical again.

Several centurions knew the count's superficial personality very well.

Everyone knew it well, but they didn't break through this layer of paper.

The count was indeed brave and not easy to mess with, but the key was that the Mountain was not human, he was a brutal and terrifying monster himself.

Centurion Barro Lannister hesitated and said, "Lord, we didn't fight with the Mountain's mad dogs."

The implication was that although everyone was injured, it was not caused by fighting.

Several centurions nodded.

It seemed that their injuries were all self-inflicted.

"Then what's wrong with your faces?" The count frowned.

He also knew that it was troublesome to encounter the Mountain's people. The Mountain was not human, and those who were stubbornly following him, of course, would not be normal people.

Normal people would not be so possessed to follow the Mountain and willingly be the Mountain's claws and accomplices, and even take it as an honor.

Centurion Barro Lannister said, "Lord, Dunsen and Polliver are sending noodles to all the large and small taverns in the city…"

"Sending noodles?"

Bard Lannister immediately corrected Barro's words: "Lord, it's not sending noodles as Barro said, they are asking the bosses to pay first, and then giving the bosses noodles."

"What do you mean?" Count Ode didn't understand, "How could they possibly make so many noodles to send?"

Noodles were almost never sold in the large and small taverns of Lannisport, only the two most high-end taverns sold them, because the two high-end taverns catered to great nobles and propertied knights.

In the Westerlands, in the Seven Kingdoms, and throughout the continent, everyone was used to eating bread, whether commoners or nobles. Noodles were a high-end thing that only great nobles with dedicated servants would make to eat. Making noodles was troublesome, and secondly, storing them was not as good as bread being able to be stored for many days; secondly, the quality requirements for flour were very high. Common people ate black bread, and unpropertied knights were the same.

Noodles were all kneaded and made fresh at home by servants, and they were soft and moist. Once the noodles were packed, they would stick together and turn back into dough. How could they be carried from house to house?

Count Ode completely didn't understand.

Bard Lannister saw the lord's confusion.

"Lord, the Mountain's noodles are noodles we have never seen before, they are dry and very thin. The noodles also have a name: Clegane Hanging Noodles. They are tied into bundles with cloth strips, and the Clegane family crest of three black dogs is drawn on the cloth strips. Dunsen and Polliver assured the bosses that the noodles can be stored for a long time, and not a single strand will stick together."

"That's absolutely impossible," Count Ode said decisively.

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