The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Bernie felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the Mountain, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Damn it, he hadn't even warmed up Prince Joffrey's Lion's Tooth sword before it was being taken back.

The Mountain had calculated everything, even the Lion's Tooth he had gifted to me.

Bernie suddenly had a strong urge to die!

He suddenly hated one person very much: a person named Bernie!

If Bernie, that bastard, hadn't been soft-hearted, even just a little bit, he could have avoided this painful ordeal and kept this valuable sword.

Bernie hesitated.

However, when his eyes met King Robert's fiery gaze, he immediately and unhesitatingly drew the Lion's Tooth sword from his waist.

The golden lion head at the end of the sword's hilt had been knocked off, and the shattered gold was hidden in Bernie's inner pocket, warmed against his skin.

The carved leather hilt had also been wrapped with black cloth, completely concealing the original expensive leather and exquisite carvings.

But when the sword was drawn from Bernie's ordinary scabbard, the steel blade gleamed with a blue light. Queen Cersei, Prince Joffrey, King Robert, the Kingsguard, the Master of Laws, the Master of Whisperers, and everyone else in the royal palace recognized the sword: Prince Joffrey's sword, Lion's Tooth.

Forced by the King's imposing gaze, Bernie hardened his heart and said, "I witnessed everything from behind the bushes. When Prince Joffrey was carving words into the butcher's boy's face with this Lion's Tooth, Little Miss Stark realized that words couldn't stop the Prince. So, she struck the Prince in the back of the head with a training sword. The Prince was furious and turned to kill Little Miss Stark with Lion's Tooth. The butcher's boy took the opportunity to escape along the river."

"Little Miss Stark fought with the Prince, the training sword was knocked away, and she tripped on the grass while retreating. As the Prince swung his sword to kill Little Miss Stark, the direwolf rushed out to save its master. It bit the Prince's sword-wielding right hand. The Prince's sword fell to the ground, and Little Miss Stark picked it up and threw it into the Trident River. Then, realizing she had caused trouble, Little Miss Stark fled upstream along the river with the direwolf. With the help of Big Miss Stark, the Prince rode away on horseback from the Ruby Ford. So, I jumped into the river and retrieved the sword."

"The proof that I witnessed everything is this sword. Only by seeing the exact location where the sword fell could I have retrieved it from the river. I know that I am doomed for telling the truth today. I am a lowly person with a worthless life, so death is death. But I swear in the name of the Seven Gods, I am not lying! Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, but I have one request."

"Speak!" The King's tone softened.

"Please grant my request first!"

"Speak!" King Robert's tone intensified.

Bernie's heart skipped a beat again, fearing that his 'act' had gone too far. He immediately said, "I have offended the Queen and the Prince, and I have also betrayed my lord, the Mountain. I have decided to commit suicide to atone for my sins, but please, Your Majesty, have mercy and do not make things difficult for my wife and family." After Bernie finished speaking, he knelt down with a thud!

The King looked at the Mountain, not saying a word.

Lord Eddard Stark's eyes also turned to the Mountain, his gaze unwavering.

Queen Cersei's face was pale, her eyes filled with resentment; Prince Joffrey's lips curled up, his face embarrassed. He quietly retreated into the shadows behind his mother, shrinking slightly and hunching his shoulders, his blue eyes emitting a faint green light.

Master of Laws Renly laughed elegantly, "Bernie's evidence is very convincing. I believe what he says is true. Joffrey did lie this time! Haha, hahaha, Her Majesty the Queen is eager to protect her son, but this time she is greatly, greatly mistaken! Haha, hahaha!"

Renly's laughter was like a whip, lashing Queen Cersei's face several times in a row. Queen Cersei's face became very unsightly. She could no longer bear Renly's laughter and the complex gazes of the courtiers. She stood up abruptly, flicked her sleeves, and left.

Prince Joffrey immediately lowered his head and followed, not daring to look around, only walking quickly with his head down. With a thud, the Prince bumped into a very tall courtier. This red-robed courtier was a monk, tall and fat, wearing a loose red robe, with a large, bald head. He came from the Free City of Myr across the Narrow Sea, named Thoros, and was one of King Robert's fierce generals.

Joffrey almost fell, and Thoros quickly reached out to steady the Prince's body.

A soft laugh came from a lady-in-waiting, but it quickly disappeared. The失态 lady-in-waiting probably instantly realized that laughing at Prince Joffrey's embarrassment was inappropriate, and immediately covered her small mouth.

The whole place was silent!

Only the sound of the Queen and Prince's embarrassed departure could be heard.

The Mountain was in a very good mood. His dark-bellied scheme this time was perfect, and he would soon welcome the reactions of at least two people: one was the future absolute super god of slaughter; the other was his life-and-death brother who knew him very well - life-and-death brother, that is, the brother who must die if I live.

The Mountain knew it was his turn to express himself; otherwise, His Majesty the King could give him any order. Don't look at the King's current obesity; his character has always been very tough. The Seven Kingdoms were conquered by the fat King's pair of war hammers.

The Mountain said, "Your Majesty, Lord Eddard, I, the Mountain, am a knight who values the honor of House Clegane. Since what Bernie said is true, I swear in the name of the Seven Gods that I will never harm him, nor will I harm his family."

King Robert nodded and said, "Mountain, if anything happens to Bernie and his family, I will take your life!"

The Mountain ignored the King's threat: "Bernie, come here!"

Bernie trembled and walked towards the Mountain.

Renly laughed, "You little brat, leave the sword behind!"

Bernie's heart ached. He reluctantly reached out and handed the sword to Renly. The King shouted: "Renly!"

Renly laughed loudly: "Alright, the King is generous and bestows Lion's Tooth upon you! Hurry up and kneel down and kowtow!"

Bernie was overjoyed and immediately turned back, kneeling down in front of the King and kowtowing in thanks.

The King seemed to have forgotten about Bernie. He suddenly shouted sternly at the door: "Joffrey, stop!"

Joffrey's body trembled. He didn't dare to turn his head, his whole body stiffening at the door.

Cersei's voice came from outside the door, unrestrained, beginning to demonstrate the absolute advantage of the shameless: "Robert, are you still a man... your son's hand was bitten by a direwolf... he will be disabled in the future, who will be responsible? Are you the ruler of a country? Isn't it a fact that Joffrey was bitten by a wolf?!"

Robert said in a deep voice: "Jaime, take Cersei away."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Jaime placed his hand on the golden sword hilt and strode out immediately.

"Ser Barristan, bring Prince Joffrey here!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ser Mandon Moore, go and have the Hound release that poor butcher's boy."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The King looked at Eddard Stark, revealing a relieved smile, and then touched the kneeling Bernie on the ground with his toe, and smiled: "Bernie, get up, Lion's Tooth is bestowed upon you!"

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."

The Mountain's eyes met Arya's. Arya knew very well that the person lying behind the bushes was not Bernie, but the Mountain himself. With her wit and cleverness, she would naturally understand that Bernie's appearance was actually arranged by the great villain, the Mountain.

The Mountain saved Arya's best friend, Mycah, and her eyes revealed a kind of gratitude towards the Mountain, but that was not what the Mountain wanted. He wanted far more than Arya's gratitude. Arya had a fatal weakness: loyalty, clear about gratitude and grudges; repaying kindness and revenge.

Arya was still young and didn't understand that her future achievements would be unmatched, but the Mountain would make Arya understand now what kind of reward he wanted from Arya.

Outside the door, Cersei was taken away by Jaime; inside the door, Joffrey was brought to King Robert by Barristan; Bernie returned to the Mountain's side covered in wounds, the only gain being that Lion's Tooth was recovered; Bernie's complex mood could not be described in words, he was very, very regretful!

Footsteps sounded, and the Hound brought in the terrified butcher's boy. Arya happily greeted him: "Mycah, we're okay!"

Mycah avoided Arya like she was a venomous snake, unwilling to get close to her again.

Arya was stunned on the spot!

The Mountain's and the Hound's eyes met, and the two brothers' eyes separated without a trace. The Mountain firmly believed that there were only two people who could see through the Mountain's plot to accuse the Queen and the Prince: one was Arya, who knew that the person lying in the grass behind the bushes was the Mountain himself and not Bernie; the other was his life-and-death brother Sandor Clegane, who would die if he lived.

The Hound knew that without the Mountain's permission, even if he gave the servant Bernie ten guts, he would not dare to defy the Mountain's will and come out to accuse the Queen and the Prince.

Think about it, a small servant of the Mountain dared to come forward to accuse Queen Cersei and the Prince without the Mountain's permission. In such an occasion, was it possible?

Absolutely impossible!

But why did the Mountain design this to slap Queen Cersei in the face? This did not fit the Mountain's logic or the Mountain's emotions at all!

The Hound decided that problems shouldn't be left overnight!

Thanks to book friend 金小衙内 for the reward, handshake! Strive to update 3 more chapters tomorrow, try my best.