The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Boros Blount glared at the Imp: "You are not my King, you have no right to remove my white cloak."

The Mountain looked coldly at this bandy-legged fool.

Without the King and Queen Mother's approval, how could the Imp possibly announce this guy's 'death sentence' in the throne room?

Boros Blount's only advantage was probably his broad chest. Besides that, he was really ugly, bow-legged, short-legged, flat-nosed, with loose cheeks, and graying hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time.

This guy was actually a real coward, with mediocre martial skills, but this guy's temper was also very irritable.

The Mountain looked at the Imp, and it was obvious that the Imp had also seen through the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Ser Boros Blount.

The Imp was unmoved by Boros's roar and glare.

Since Boros said that only the King could remove his white cloak, then let's see how His Majesty reacts!

"Ser, the Kingsguard knight should die defending the King and royal family members, and faithfully execute any orders of the King, but your performance during the riot in King's Landing was really terrible. The Hand and the Queen Mother want you to go out and find my betrothed, Sansa Stark, and your answer is that the white cloak will only further enrage the mob." Joffrey's lips curled up in a smile. "Ser Boros, you are an utter coward."

Boros's face turned red and then white: "Your Majesty, I also said that as long as I take off the white cloak, I am still willing to go out and rescue Miss Sansa Stark. The white cloak will indeed become a target of mad attacks in the eyes of the mob."

"Since you don't dare to face the mob wearing the white cloak, then take it off," the Imp said lightly. "Or, choose an opponent between the Hound, Ser Balon Swann, Ser Meryn Trant, Ser Mandon Moore, and Ser Arys Oakheart to prove your swordsmanship skills and knightly courage."

Boros Blount's forehead was sweating. He held his sword hilt, glared at the Imp, and then looked at his former brothers. Whether it was Meryn Trant or Mandon Moore, they all looked at him coldly, as if looking at a pitiful wretch on the street.

This reminded him of his loud laughter when Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, was stripped of his white cloak and driven away by the King. His other brothers also mocked their Lord Commander of many years.

Now it was their turn to abandon him!

In the Kingsguard, Boros Blount and Meryn Trant had always been the Queen Mother's confidants. He had thought that Meryn Trant would accept his challenge and give him some face.

However, Meryn Trant's gaze told him that as long as he drew his sword, Meryn Trant would knock him down hard.

Besides that, Boros didn't have the courage to challenge the Hound and Balon Swann. These two guys would knock out all his teeth. The Hound might even stab his sword into his heart.

Boros Blount forcefully drew his long sword, threw the sword heavily on the ground, making a loud clang, then he took off his white cloak and threw it on the ground, and walked out of the hall with his bandy legs.

Behind him came the laughter of his former brothers. Among the courtiers, many people were shouting: Coward! You are a coward! Among the nobles shouting loudly was Countess Tanda, whose daughter had been raped by the mob.

The Imp dealt with Boros Blount very nimbly. He promoted Ser Jacelyn Bywater, who had commanded the city watch to form a cavalry wedge and sent spearmen to clear the church gate, ordered two hundred archers to guard both sides of the gate, and finally led the city watch to rescue a large number of courtiers, to be the commander of the King's Landing City Watch.

What Jacelyn Bywater did was what the Hound, as the commander of the city watch, should have done. But the Hound regarded himself as a lone swordsman, rushing out to fight alone, and did not show any military command ability in the riot.

The Imp then appointed and dismissed a number of officials. Finally, the meeting ended with the High Septon crowning the Hound and Balon Swann as members of the Kingsguard.

Thus, the new members of the Kingsguard were: Ser Sandor Clegane, the Hound; Ser Balon Swann; Ser Meryn Trant; Ser Mandon Moore; Ser Arys Oakheart; and Ser Jaime Lannister, but he was in Riverrun, as a prisoner of war of House Tully.

Of the seven Kingsguard, there was still one spot vacant. There was no suitable candidate for the time being, so it was vacant. Moreover, after the fearless Ser Barristan Selmy was driven away by the King and Queen Mother, the Kingsguard had never had a Lord Commander. The talents of the current five were not enough to sit in the position of Lord Commander. The position of Lord Commander: Vacant.

*

Silk Street in King's Landing was the most popular street for the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and captains, governors, mercenary commanders, island princes, princesses, grand dukes, and some smugglers from all over the world.

As the name suggests, Silk Street was a street selling high-end silk fabrics from across the Narrow Sea. These exquisitely crafted silks, sable shawls, noble costumes, and ladies' dresses were only for the wealthy.

In addition to silk clothing stores, the street also had taverns, brothels, and inns.

At both ends of the street, gold cloak guards were stationed, and in the middle of the street, city watchmen patrolled in pairs with iron rods in their hands.

During the King's Landing riot, the Silk Street bosses sent out their own mercenaries to cooperate with the city watchmen to guard both ends of the street, and the rioters were unable to break into Silk Street.

Regardless of how many refugees outside lacked food, Silk Street's business was as booming as before the war, and was hardly affected by the war. The street was crowded with people, very lively, of course, all nobles, knights, ladies, and their entourages.

A new 'Lord Othell's Noodle Shop' opened on this street, which opened simultaneously when the war first broke out. The owner was Lord Othell Lannister of Lannisport in the Westerlands, and the partner was Ser Gregor Clegane of the Westerlands.

Yarral Dimm arrived at the entrance of Lord Othell's Noodle Shop. On both sides of the entrance, a pair of chopsticks painted in red and black stood tall, the chopsticks were as high as two stories, as thick as tree trunks, smoothly polished, round at the top and square at the bottom, reflecting the faint glow of the setting sun.

This was Yarral's first time entering this noodle shop. The noodle shop had a great reputation, and the price of the noodles was extremely high. The noodle soup and ingredients were charged separately. Yarral used to be the captain of the Iron Gate of the King's Landing City Watch, and his salary was not high. Now, although he was the deputy commander of the King's Landing City Watch, with his salary, eating a bowl of noodles here would still feel like—it wasn't worth it.

Those who could afford to patronize the noodle shop were all nobles, as well as captains, governors, landed knights, mercenary commanders, island princesses, princes, city-state grand dukes, and others from all over the world.

Compared to these people, Yarral Dimm's wealth was insignificant. He had only recently been ennobled as a baron, and he had not yet built his own castle on his newly acquired small piece of land.

Entering the noodle shop, the interior decoration was noble and luxurious, no less than King's Landing's most high-end brothel, Chataya's. People like Yarral had naturally been to the most high-end places of consumption, which was Chataya's brothel.

Better not eat than not f***!

The noodle shop was crowded with people, and many customers came from across the Narrow Sea, wearing strangely colored national costumes and exquisite and rare ornaments. These people were all followed by knights as attendants.

Lord Othell's Noodle Shop launched Westerling noodles, the only one in King's Landing. This kind of refined noodles, which must be eaten with chopsticks, was unique in this world.

*

"He's here!" In a private room on the third floor of the noodle shop, the Imp Tyrion was clumsily eating noodles with chopsticks.

"Lord Hand, good." Yarral Dimm smiled and sat down.

"Don't call me Lord Hand... I'm actually not a lord, I know that very well, I can't compare to you. Lord Yarral, just call me Tyrion or Imp. —Waiter, a bowl of noodles for Lord Yarral."

The Imp took out a gold dragon and threw it on the table. The gold dragon spun around and finally fell down, the golden front side showing the Targaryen sigil, a three-headed dragon.

"A gold dragon a bowl?" Yarral laughed, surprised in his heart.

"No, but the noodles are so delicious, so refreshing, I am willing to give a gold dragon for such refined noodles. This is much cheaper than sitting in Chataya's brothel and giving a tip."

Soon, the noodles were brought up, and then, a giant figure appeared at the door. He bowed and came in, sat down, occupying most of the table: the Mountain had arrived!

The head chef of the noodle shop was named Aeliana, originally a peasant woman in the Clegane lands. After training, she was excellent at cooking noodles. Her husband, Black Stone, used to be a miner and is now the Mountain's standard bearer.

Many nobles of the Seven Kingdoms did not know that the partner of Lord Othell's Noodle Shop was the Mountain.

Yarral Dimm quickly stood up: "Lord Mountain, good!"

The Mountain looked at him, but did not speak.

The Imp wanted to deal with Yarral Dimm, but because the King had handed over all the military power in King's Landing to the Mountain, the Mountain had the right to mobilize the King's Landing City Watch. In name, the independent city watch also belonged to the Mountain's jurisdiction.

The Imp did things meticulously. He smoothed things over in the throne room, promoted some talents, and on the surface, it seemed that he was doing everything, but he had naturally persuaded the Queen Mother and the King beforehand. This time was no exception, he had obtained the Mountain's consent beforehand.

The Mountain was just here to sit in his own noodle shop and admire the Imp's methods of dealing with Yarral Dimm.

Yarral sat down awkwardly. He was imposing in King's Landing, the deputy commander of the city watch, but in the Mountain's eyes, he was just a little scum. Near the God's Eye, Yarral chased Arya, and was dealt with by the Mountain's logistics officer's notebook.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Yarral praised repeatedly, never having eaten such delicious noodles. The only embarrassment was that the chopsticks that the royal nobles had learned to use were even clumsier than the Imp's.

"Another bowl?" The Imp untied the money bag from his waist and threw it on the table with a thud. "It's all gold coins inside, my lord, feel free to call if you want to eat."

Yarral Dimm was a little uneasy. The Mountain sitting here gave a feeling of suffocation: "Okay, Imp, then another bowl."

Imp? He called the Hand of the King the Imp.

"Let's have some wine, I want to drink." The Imp laughed, "Lord Mountain, would you like a cup too?"

The Mountain nodded.

So, soon, good wine was brought up. Not Arbor gold, but Dornish wine. Tyrion preferred the wine brewed by House Martell of Dorne.

"Good wine!" Yarral said, "Arbor gold?"

"No, Dornish."

"It's no different from Arbor gold."

"Yes, ser. —I heard that the people of King's Landing don't like you very much?"

"You don't know that, Imp." Yarral glanced at the Mountain, smiling ingratiatingly, "Only by making the people fear you can you do things well, the commoners are like that."

"Hmm, that's really experience talking. I heard that you killed an innocent person in Chataya's brothel, a child's mother, is that right?"

Yarral's hand holding the wine glass hovered in the air, his expression displeased: "Oh, Imp, I was performing official duties, and I had already told that woman to move away, but she refused."

"That's what you say... but after all, the mother and child have deep affection, you should have expected that she couldn't bear to part with her child." Tyrion smiled, "Lord Mountain, I went to ask Chataya, she said that the little baby's name was Sharna, yes, Sharna, that's right, that's the name. A child who hasn't been weaned yet, tell me, Lord Yarral, why did you choose to handle this unlucky errand in the first place?"

"Tyrion." Yarral said sternly, he finally called the Imp's name, "Killing a little baby who hasn't been weaned is not as easy as you think. Although the other party is just a rotten whore and her bastard, not everyone can do it. I must be loyal to my duty and complete the mission."

"That's right." Tyrion laughed, but he only heard "a rotten whore" in his ears. His mind recalled Shae, recalled his wife Tysha from a long, long time ago. He still missed Tysha, but unfortunately he couldn't remember Tysha's face, and all the women who took his money and left their seeds in his body.

"Lord Yarral, who exactly sent you to kill that rotten whore's bastard, and as far as I know, the child you killed was not the one in Chataya's brothel, there were at least eight or nine more, I'm very curious, who exactly gave the order?"

Yarral Dimm finally became alert: "Tyrion, you cunning fellow, you want to trick me, don't you? I'm telling you, I don't ask anything when I receive orders, and I won't say half a word afterwards, this is what I'm most proud of. I'm a knight, please don't humiliate my honor anymore."

The Imp looked at the Mountain: "My lord, he said that he killed several innocent mothers and wouldn't say half a word afterwards, I can't do anything about it."

The Mountain looked at Yarral Dimm, and Yarral Dimm immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Honestly, was it the Queen Mother who ordered you to massacre those children, even if some of the children hadn't been weaned, some of the children were girls, and wouldn't be dangerous to anyone at all. Tell me, my lord." The Imp's one black and one green, different sized eyes stared at Yarral coldly.

Yarral glanced at the Mountain, the Mountain was expressionless.

The noodles and wine today were indeed delicious, but it seemed that the price was a bit high.

"Ah," Yarral's throat rolled up and down, he was swallowing saliva, "Well... it was the King who personally gave the order, my lord, it was His Majesty's own intention."

"His Majesty is only thirteen years old," Tyrion reminded him.

"Yes, but he is still the king," Yarral's eyes darted around. What was going on today? The Imp and the Mountain were working together to bring down the Queen Regent. He absolutely couldn't betray the Queen Regent. Saying it was the king was the best way to protect himself. The king was only thirteen years old. Yes, he was still a child, but he had the royal authority to command. "It was King Joffrey who gave the order. He is the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."

"The king? Not the Queen Regent? Are you sure?" The Imp stared at Yarral Dym.

Yarral knew perfectly well that the Imp wanted the Queen Regent's name, but he certainly wouldn't give it to him, otherwise, he would be truly doomed. "It was His Majesty the King's order, it has nothing to do with Her Majesty the Queen Regent."

"Very well. Ser Yarral Dym, do you have children?"

Yarral Dym stood up abruptly. "My lord, what do you intend to do?"

"Do you have children?" The Imp asked again.

"I, I do."

"How many children?"

"A son and a daughter."

"Hmm! A son and a daughter, a happy family!"

"My lord, what I have done has nothing to do with my son and daughter. Moreover, I acted under orders. If you want to punish me for this, I will not accept it."

"Indeed, then will Shana, who is not yet weaned, accept it? Her mother was stabbed more than a dozen times by you for the sake of her child. She did nothing wrong, did not collude with foreign powers, was not a member of the enemy's family, and did not violate any laws. She was a legal commoner of our country. Does she accept her death?"

Yarral Dym was covered in cold sweat. He stood up abruptly and rushed out.

Bang!

He bumped into someone's chest, staggered, and before he could react, a fist flew in from the side, hitting him squarely on the bridge of his nose. Crack, the bridge of his nose broke, and blood gushed out.

At the door stood three people: the mercenary Bronn, the Stone Crow chieftain Shagga, and Con.

Yarral first bumped into Shagga's chest, and then Con punched him.

"Yarral Dym, I will not touch your son and daughter. Your son will inherit your title, and your daughter's marriage will be decided by your son in the future. At the morning meeting in the throne room tomorrow, you will voluntarily resign. I have arranged a better place for you: the Night's Watch at the Wall."

"Imp, I am the Deputy Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing. You have no right to force me to resign. I will tell the Queen Regent."

"Oh, really?" The Imp smiled. "Since you refuse to resign, then I can only hand you over to your commander now. Commander Jacelyn Bywater, Yarral Dym is yours."

"Yes, Your Grace." Jacelyn Bywater, who had just been promoted to Commander of the City Watch by the Imp today, appeared.

Yarral was shocked, rolled over and got up, but was met with a knee from Bronn, hitting him hard in the abdomen. He curled up on the ground, trembling in pain.

"Commander Jacelyn Bywater, I have the names of six more people here, all of whom are Yarral Dym's cronies, all captains or centurions in the City Watch. Go and arrest all of them."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Footsteps sounded outside, and a team of City Watch soldiers walked in, grabbed Dym from the ground, tied his hands, and took him away.

Tyrion said to the Mountain, "Thank you for your help in this matter, Ser Gregor." Then he turned to the door, "Commander Jacelyn, there is a merchant ship called 'Summer Dream' at Blackwater Bay Wharf, which will set sail at high tide tomorrow morning. This ship will travel via Gulltown, the Three Sisters, and Skagos to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea at the Wall. Send Ser Dym and his cronies all aboard tonight. Tell the captain that if Ser Dym accidentally gets swept away by the waves while looking at the sea before arriving at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, no one will mind."

"Yes, Your Grace, I heard that there have been thunderstorms in the northern waters recently," Ser Jacelyn said. "People often get swept into the sea by accident."

Commander Jacelyn and the mercenary Bronn and others all left. At this point, Queen Regent Cersei's dogs in the City Watch of King's Landing were all eliminated.

"Tell me, Imp, why did you do this?" The Mountain said indifferently. He knew very well that the Imp's move was very powerful, but it also completely angered Cersei. If the trajectory of the world had not changed, the Imp would have paid a heavy price for this, and almost lost his life.

"Perhaps you think I am fighting for power and profit, but I am not," the Imp said, looking at the Great Devil. The Imp understood that his words were pale and ridiculous to the Great Devil. But the current Great Devil was clearly very different from the Great Devil of the past.

"Oh?" The Great Devil stared at the Imp.

"Justice! Mountain, I believe that no matter how chaotic the world is, there must still be a little bit of justice."