The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Life is full of disappointments, eight or nine times out of ten.

Gregor felt this deeply.

As an ordinary college student who transmigrated to this world, his first action was simply to save a little commoner girl in his territory and legitimately extort some starting capital.

But he scared the noble young master Alvar Charlot to death in a night raid.

That's just one of life's disappointments.

Now that the deed was done, if he didn't want to pay with his life, he had to forcefully crush everything in his path.

Fortunately, this world also respected another principle: the fist.

In his previous life, in China, Earth civilization also followed the same principle: truth lies within the range of artillery.

Gregor's greatsword was resting on Ado's neck, a bluffing tactic. If he wanted Ado dead, he could kill Ado Charlot as easily as Sun Ce, the Little Conqueror of the Three Kingdoms, could crush someone with his elbow.

Holding Ado Charlot's legs, he could tear Ado in two.

But people preferred to see obvious threats: like a greatsword resting on Ado's neck.

Whether it was Alvar's guard behind him or the five sons of the Charlot family in front of him, none dared to move rashly.

Although Gregor had just quit drugs and was in poor physical condition, it wouldn't be difficult to kill these people. Just one sword each for the five Charlot boys.

"Don't move, save Alvar first," Ado said hoarsely.

The eldest brother was indeed the eldest brother.

Gregor tilted his head, and Sweetmouth Raff picked up Alvar and threw him onto the grass beside the Golden Road. Alvar rolled a few times and then stopped moving, like a dead man. He was indeed a dead man.

"Alvar is returned to you, we're leaving!" Gregor said.

His team wasn't strong: an old horse soldier, a severely injured little girl, a Polyvore with a back injury and a right arm injury who could only use his left hand to wield a sword, Gregor himself who had only rested for a day after quitting drugs and whose physical strength was far from its peak, and a Halyscholar whose grip on the sword was questionable.

Behind him, Alvar's guards opened a path.

Halyscholar, Sweetmouth Raff, and the others turned their horses, and the group quickly retreated with the new hostage—Ado Charlot.

Gregor and his greatsword and warhorse guarded the rear.

Riding on the tall warhorse, he looked like he was riding on a toy horse, his legs almost touching the ground.

Beside him was the motionless Alvar lying on the grass.

No one dared to approach and pick up Alvar.

When the team had retreated far away, turned the corner, and disappeared from sight, Gregor slowly backed away, snorted angrily, and rode away.

Alvar's guards and the five Charlots rushed over, jumped off their horses, and the second brother picked up Alvar: "Seventh Brother!"

Alvar's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated.

"Quick, call the scholar," the second brother said anxiously. He looked up at the Golden Road. Gregor's warhorse was so fast, it had turned the corner and disappeared from sight behind the trees.

The third brother jumped on his horse and galloped into the city, shouting, "Scholar, Miller Scholar."

Guard Captain Allen Charlot reached out to test Alvar's breathing and felt for his heart, saying in a hoarse voice, "Lord, Lord Alvar is dead." His voice was trembling. He was Alvar's guard captain, a distant cousin, and it was his duty to protect Alvar's safety.

Whoosh!

A sharp dagger cut the ropes binding Alvar, and Alvar's limbs scattered, limp and powerless.

"Alvar!" the sixth brother choked, "Alvar, I will avenge you."

He raised his axe and mounted his horse, but everyone held his reins tightly, and the fourth brother stretched out his hands in front of his horse, "Sixth Brother, you are no match for Gregor."

"Third Brother, if you're afraid of death, get out of the way."

"What's the point of dying in vain? Seventh Brother Alvar is already dead, we have to let the scholar find out the cause of his death, a life for a life, Gregor must die."

"He's not far ahead, there's still time to chase him down now," the sixth brother roared.

"None of us are his match, even if we finally kill him, how many more of our brothers will die? Maybe all of us will be killed by him. Don't forget, our eldest brother Ado is still in his hands," the fourth brother said calmly.

"We can't fight? We dare not chase? How can we kill Gregor?" the sixth brother said angrily.

"Gregor is Tywin Lannister's general, we'll go to Casterly Rock and ask Lord Tywin to do us justice," the fourth brother said.

"Tywin will only favor his own vicious dog," the sixth brother sneered, "I bet Tywin will at most lock up that vicious dog for a few days, order him to apologize to us, and then the matter will be over."

"Yes, Tywin will favor his own vicious dog, and we can only accept it. But Gregor is a boor, a villain. To kill him, we can't take it by force, we can only use schemes," the fourth brother said slowly.

"I'll go kill him," Allen Charlot said readily, "I am Lord Alvar's captain, I failed to protect him, I'll go kill Gregor to avenge the Lord."

"How can you kill Gregor?" the fourth brother stared at Allen and said.

"A thousand gold dragons, a jar of fine wine. Poison the wine, I'll drink with Gregor, he won't suspect it," Allen Charlot said.

"...Good idea..." the fourth brother said.

"Allen, you will die too," the sixth brother shouted.

"Lord, if Gregor is to die, it's impossible for no one to pay with their life. Gregor is Tywin's general, his most trusted vicious dog. If Gregor dies and no one pays with their life, Tywin will be furious and retaliate most severely. And I am just a distant branch of the Charlot family, and my home isn't in Silverhall, so it's easier to disassociate from the Charlots of Silverhall."

"I am Lord Alvar's guard captain, responsible for protecting his safety, I swore an oath when the holy oil was applied in the Sept of the Seven, that I would give my life for Lord Alvar when necessary. My death with Gregor is my personal revenge for the Lord, fulfilling my sacred oath, and has nothing to do with the Charlot family of Silverhall. If any of you lords kills Gregor, the entire Charlot family of Silverhall cannot disassociate themselves. The Charlot family does not have the strength to oppose Lord Tywin, and if it is not handled well, the escalation of the conflict will bring unpredictable disasters to the Charlot family."

Tywin rose to prominence at the age of eighteen, destroying the two most powerful nobles in the Westerlands. To this day, only weeds grow on the territories of those two nobles, and there are no people. Tywin also does not allow anyone to set foot in those two rich, barren territories filled with gold mines. The famous song 'The Rains of Castamere' is sung throughout the Seven Kingdoms, telling the famous story of Tywin destroying two powerful nobles in the Westerlands.

Tywin governs the Westerlands with an iron fist, and no one dares to offend his authority again.

"Okay, let's do it this way. Allen, after your death, I will have your eldest brother Ado take your son as a squire. When the child is sixteen, the Charlot family will knight him. I will take care of your parents. If your wife does not want to remarry, no one will dare to propose to her," the fourth brother said.

"Thank you, Lord."