The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 166: The Mountain Angrily Kills Bernie (Seeking subscriptions and recommendations)

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His Majesty the King was composing his words, about to speak, when a servant, barely taller than a dwarf, was suddenly pushed into the middle, facing King Robert.

It was Bernie!

He looked utterly astonished!

He had hoped that the Mountain, this heavyweight figure, would step forward and say something. His own father was the village butcher, supporting the family by slaughtering livestock.

However, he didn't expect that the Mountain, with a slight movement of his leg, would push him out with an irresistible force.

Thus, everyone's gaze in the hall was fixed on Bernie, who had suddenly darted out from the ranks.

He became the focus of the entire room!

"No!" Bernie panicked, at a loss.

He could hide behind the Mountain and express his dissatisfaction, like the keyboard warriors behind their screens, but to face the King, Queen, Duke, Master of Laws, Commander of the Kingsguard, and a host of other powerful figures, alas, he needed more experience!

He was clearly not ready!

Even Arya stopped her hoarse cries, staring in astonishment at this short fellow wearing the Lannister soldiers' distinctive red cloak.

The Lannister family's soldiers and attendants naturally stood with the Lannisters.

But in reality, judgments based on these labels are very superficial!

At any time, the vast majority of people are only loyal to themselves. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many stories of dynastic changes.

Even Jaime Lannister was only loyal to his and Cersei's mutual love, not to the true development and responsibility of the Lannister family.

The Mountain now was no longer a member of the Lannister family; he was his own man. The Mountain's control by the witch was similar to how Tywin controlled the Emperor to command the lords, like Cao Cao.

China's thousands of years of civilization, wisdom, and bloody struggles had provided the transmigrated college dog with a readily available treasure trove of cases.

In the witch's grand prophecy plan, Duke Tywin had a relatively clear judgment and position for Cersei and Prince Joffrey.

The Mountain knew this very well!

Offending Cersei had both advantages and disadvantages for his future great career. It's just that the advantages were great, and the disadvantages didn't matter.

Speaking the truth would earn the 'displeasure' of Queen Cersei and Joffrey, but it would also gain the 'favor' of some people who would be more useful to him in the future.

For the Mountain, who was loyal to himself, many of the 'heroes' here were very useful for his grand plan. He needed to seize the time to establish goodwill, just like the relationship between himself and the villagers. Don't hire singers to sing his praises, don't say a word, just do the work silently, one thing after another, keep your mouth shut, and others' eyes will see, and their brains will think.

The result in Clegane's Hold was: the change in the villagers' perception of the Mountain, who had been deeply disgusted with him, came naturally and effortlessly.

To accomplish great things, offend those who should be offended. Anyway, those guys are either dead men or pawns.

If the Mountain was afraid of even dead men and pawns, then he wouldn't be the Mountain, but a bumpkin.

"Who are you?" King Robert had never seen such a distinctive fellow as Bernie.

Short, thin, clever, with shifty eyes, his temperament suggested he wouldn't be a good person, but not necessarily a bad one either. In any case, he wasn't a simple, honest type.

Bernie wanted to tell the King that he was Bernie, the Mountain's wine server, but when he opened his mouth, he found his mouth dry, his heart racing, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Bernie, the master of ventriloquism, had become a fellow with an iron clamp on his tongue.

A guard entered, kneeling on one knee: "Your Majesty, Ser Sandor Clegane is ready to execute Mycah. Please order the execution, Your Majesty!"

The time had come!

To kill a person, it wasn't just a matter of Queen Cersei roaring and having their head chopped off. This was a country, with laws, rules, and order. Moreover, there were too many courtiers and nobles from the Seven Kingdoms gathered here. Duke Renly, the Master of Laws, was also present.

There were situations where Queen Cersei could arbitrarily execute someone with a roar, but not in this kind of setting. Besides, King Robert wasn't dead yet; he was still alive and kicking!

The one reporting was a red cloak, one of Queen Cersei's guards.

King Robert let the fellow kneel there, ignoring him.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to say?" King Robert glared with his bull eyes.

The King was berating Bernie.

The King loved to swear; everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew that!

Bernie stammered, his hands and feet were at a loss, and he was trembling slightly all over!

"Bernie, what the hell does he want?" The Mountain suddenly drew the short knife from his waist. "Are you crazy, running into the middle of the hall for no reason? Is this a place where you can run wild? If you don't give me a clear explanation today, I'll kill you!"

The Mountain strode out, the ground trembling slightly. He reached out and lifted Bernie into the air, raising him up so that Bernie's head almost touched the ceiling. The Mountain's bright short knife stabbed fiercely towards Bernie's face.

Ah!

The noble ladies screamed in unison.

The Mountain's cruelty and bloodthirstiness were known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, but most people were seeing his ferocity for the first time.

At the slightest disagreement, blood would splatter on the spot.

Moreover, it was happening in front of His Majesty the King and most of the courtiers in the palace.

The title of the Seven Kingdoms' number one villain was truly well-deserved!

"Stop, my lord!" Bernie's miserable cry was like that of a wounded wolf.

The Mountain's short knife, however, couldn't stop in its full-force thrust. With a flash of cold light, the blade grazed Bernie's face, and a line of blood spurted out! Hearing Bernie's plea for mercy, the Mountain twisted his wrist, narrowly avoiding Bernie's face, but still leaving a bloody mark on it.

Many of the noble ladies present covered their faces, afraid to look. Those who kept their eyes open were all chilled to the bone, cold sweat breaking out!

So dangerous!

Only one person's eyes shone with excitement and worship: Prince Joffrey!

With the Mountain's strength, a full-force stab right in Bernie's face would have pierced his head straight through, front to back.

Joffrey thought that such a head would look really fun!

The whole place was silent!

A heavy sound of breathing.

Everyone was shocked by the Mountain's ferocious and evil demeanor!

The one being abused was the Mountain's own attendant. At the slightest disagreement, he would kill mercilessly. If it were a stranger, what kind of terrible behavior would the Mountain commit?!

This was a great demon.

"Speak, why did you suddenly roll out here? If you don't give a suitable reason, you know what I'll do!" The Mountain held Bernie up as if holding a small rag doll toy.

The Mountain was very angry, the consequences would be serious, and his questioning voice was like a thunderclap, shaking everyone's eardrums.

"Prince Joffrey lied. Arya and Mycah did not attack him!" Bernie, frightened to the point of near death, had completely lost his bearings, blurted out, his voice sharp and shrill.

"Pa!" A loud slap, and half of Bernie's face immediately swelled up red.

The Mountain, with the hand holding the short knife, slapped Bernie across the face: "You're lying, daring to slander our honorable Prince and our just Queen. I'll kill you right now!"

The Mountain's eyes widened in anger, and the short knife was raised high again, aimed at Bernie's face!

"This is what you asked for, Bernie!" The Mountain roared.

"No, my lord, I have evidence!" Bernie shouted wildly with his eyes closed, waving his hands and feet, his voice truly—so miserable!