The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 5: The Consequences Are Severe

(Standard update day 1: owed updates from National Day + today's guaranteed update. First, an 8,000-word chapter, followed by a 4,000-word chapter.)

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The carriage rumbled, and the cavalry's hooves clicked.

A line of cavalry escorted a large carriage out of the city and towards Clegane's Village.

Lord May Humpfrey rode on horseback, conversing with Archmaester Bancroft, who had the carriage curtains drawn.

"Archmaester, the authority to mint coins in the Seven Kingdoms belongs to the royal family. By launching paper money privately, isn't Mountain Bank offending royal authority?"

"The bank received royal approval. Mountain has partnered with the High Septon at the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing and has also established a bank there: Baelor Bank."

"Did the bank receive the authority of the royal mint?"

"…Regarding that… I am not certain…" Bancroft said frankly.

Lord May Humpfrey lowered his voice: "Archmaester, if Mountain's paper money production did not receive royal consent…"

Bancroft's heart stirred, and his expression immediately became vigilant and stern: "Lord… things that have not been verified cannot be spoken recklessly. Speaking them would be spreading rumors…"

"Could the Archmaester send a raven to King's Landing?" May Humpfrey suggested cautiously.

Sending a raven was easy, but who to send it to?

Kevan was dead, King Tommen was still young, and the Master of Whisperers, Burney Clegane, was Mountain's man. Grand Maester Qyburn was in charge of the royal ravens. Would Qyburn leak the information to Mountain?

If Mountain found out about the raven's message, he would return to the Westerlands and punch Bancroft to death! Who would avenge Bancroft?! Who would assist young Rosamund Lannister, who was only ten years old?

"Lord May Humpfrey, this matter is not to be discussed further," Bancroft said with a stern look. "Be careful not to be overheard by others, especially Lady Jeyne. It could bring about a fatal disaster."

"Yes, Lord," May Humpfrey hurriedly lowered his head and bowed, pressing his palms together near his left chest to express his apology to Bancroft.

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Two hours later, May Humpfrey saw the distant outline of a huge village ahead.

Clegane's Village!

Clatter, clatter, clatter. Suddenly, the sound of dense hooves came from ahead. Soon, the sound of hooves attacked like thunder.

A black line came from afar, quickly crossed the meadow in front of them, and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye. It was a batch of 'young horses' with smooth fur, pure color, and tall stature undergoing training by the grooms. Dozens of grooms drove the horses from behind, and the military whistles were sharp and loud.

The 'trained horses' had empty saddles on their backs, carrying loads. There was no one on them. On one side of the horse team, there were also several tall and fierce hounds struggling to keep up. Straying training horses would be driven back into the team by the hounds.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The long whips danced in the air like lightning, cracking in the air, commanding hundreds of young horses to turn, change direction, and gallop together. They rumbled away.

Training warhorses requires very professional grooms and absolutely professional training skills. It is an exact science.

Warhorses: They must not fear swords, slaughter, bloodshed, and must be able to climb mountains and wade through water as if walking on flat ground. They must adapt to, accept, understand, and become accustomed to military orders, military whistles, and the shouts of messengers, developing conditioned reflexes. The grooms put their heart and soul into the training of each warhorse. Training warhorses is more difficult than training soldiers. Soldiers can communicate through language, but horses cannot understand human language, nor can they express their feelings in human language.

May Humpfrey saw the scene of the grooms training warhorses in Clegane's Village for the first time. He was very surprised. It was the first time he had seen such an orderly 'training horse phalanx'.

Archmaester Bancroft and his accompanying cavalry couldn't help but admire them. Mountain's military governance and the combat effectiveness of his legion's warriors could be seen from the valiant grooms and the orderly appearance of the 'training horse phalanx'. It could be said that it was truly remarkable.

The military might displayed by such training was far beyond even what Lord Tywin had when he was alive in the Westerlands. After Lord Tywin's death, the Lannisters no longer had anyone comparable to Lord Tywin. Kevan was dead, Jaime had no intention of being the Lord of Casterly Rock, Tyrion was also dead, and Cersei was the Queen Mother in the Red Keep in King's Landing. Ninety-nine percent of the top talents of the major noble families in the Westerlands had died in the three years of war. Who else could restrain Mountain in the Westerlands? No one could!

Bancroft sighed in his heart!

It was already a great blessing that his little mistress, Rosamund Lannister, had returned safely from Dorne. The little girl had returned to the Westerlands to manage Lannisport. No matter who assisted her, she was weak and isolated. The Lannisters of Lannisport, combined with the Lannisters of Casterly Rock, were simply unable to contend with Mountain.

Soon, the sound of hooves exploded from another direction. The second batch of about two hundred training horses galloped from the other side of the plain, and in the training sounds of the grooms, a gust of wind swept past Archmaester Bancroft's team, whistling away. Two hundred young horses ran hard, carrying empty saddles and maintaining a cavalry-like orderly formation, causing Lord May Humpfrey to open his mouth wide and unable to close it.

He could see that some of the grooms had rough and ferocious appearances, very different from the Westermen. Presumably, those grooms must be from the savage tribes of the Claw.

When did Clegane's Village have so many young horses?

Mountain's military administration was truly interconnected. Cavalry, because of their speed and unparalleled impact, and the advantage of cutting down from a high position, was a powerful military force that the major families in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of.

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The team entered Clegane's Village, and a team of scouts galloped over. May Humpfrey saw that the general on horseback was a burly man with a double chin and a shaved head. He wore an arakh at his waist. The twelve riders behind him were all valiant. The general and soldiers wore steel armor only on the key and vital parts of their bodies, and the rest of their bodies were bare, revealing bronze-colored muscles. Everyone carried a large bow and a quiver full of long arrows on their backs, and their eyes were fierce.

Arakhs and longbows and hard arrows!

The May Humpfrey family was in the merchant shipping business and had seen a lot. He could see that the bald, fat man was a Dothraki. The cavalry behind him were all Dothraki. The Dothraki came from across the Narrow Sea. These people played on horseback when they were children. Even the women of their race were skilled in horsemanship and archery on horseback. Almost all the warriors were sharpshooters. When charging into battle, they raised their arakhs and were brave and invincible.

Mountain's main force was 20,000. One ten thousand was mainly composed of the infantry corps of the Mountains of the Moon, who had not yet returned from attacking King's Landing with Mountain; the other ten thousand followed Earl Gumbert to attack the Iron Islands and had not yet returned after completing the conquest. Unexpectedly, there was a team of Dothraki cavalry left in Clegane's Village to protect Lady Jeyne.

Dothraki, a people who live on horseback! Their horsemanship is beyond doubt!

The fat man with the double chin led twelve riders to block Bancroft's path.

Bancroft's captain, Barlo Lannett, hurried to meet him: "General Zorro!"

Fat Zorro, the commander of Mountain's Brave Companions, a Dothraki, was on rotation to stay in Clegane's Village this time, responsible for protecting Lady Jeyne's safety.

Every time there was a major battle outside, none of Mountain's generals wanted to stay behind, so they rotated in order. This time, it was the Brave Companions' turn to garrison Clegane's Village. The Brave Companions had followed Mountain for three years, growing from a mercenary team of 300 people into a professional legion of 1,000 people. Fat Zorro had also grown into Mountain's capable subordinate general. In three years, he had successively gathered some Dothraki among the mercenaries, making his guard all composed of Dothraki warriors.

"Captain Barlo!" Fat Zorro said casually. He spoke the Common Tongue of Westeros, but his accent was very heavy, and you could tell at a glance that he was not a Westerosi.

"Lord Bancroft requests to see Lady Jeyne for an important matter."

Fat Zorro nodded, turned his horse's head, and the twelve riders behind him separated with a swish, revealing the road in the middle.

May Humpfrey felt that Fat Zorro's gaze was fixed on his face like an awl! He quickly avoided his gaze and looked aside.

Fat Zorro snorted. He could see that the other party's temperament was different from other guards, but he saw through it without saying it. Then he followed Bancroft's carriage and said to a brother: "Jibon, quickly report to Lady Jeyne that Archmaester Bancroft is visiting."

Fat Zorro spoke in the Dothraki plains language. The sounds and syllables were very peculiar, and it was unknown whether Bancroft and others could understand it.

"Yes, General!" A brother whistled a melodious whistle, and the horse under his crotch seemed to understand its master's meaning, turned its head, and rushed into Clegane's Village like a fly.

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May Humpfrey came to Clegane's Village for the first time. The roads were very wide, straight, and level. On both sides of the avenue, the houses were arranged neatly like soldiers. Each house had the same appearance, layout, and size, just like soldiers of the same height and weight. The houses on both sides and the roads between the houses were as neat as if they had been cut with a knife, and even the corners of the fences in the courtyards were exactly the same.

May Humpfrey couldn't believe his eyes.

The wealthy man had always feared Mountain's notoriety, but he had a contempt for Mountain from the depths of his bones. Many nobles had this kind of seemingly innate condescension towards Mountain. No matter how famous Mountain was or how powerful his legion was, their sense of superiority as ancient nobles always prevailed over Mountain.

The uniformity of the houses in New Clegane's Village gave May Humpfrey a shocking sense of beauty. It was the first time he had seen such a clean village and completely consistent horizontal and vertical planning. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a huge soldier phalanx composed of houses.

May Humpfrey's confidence in 'persuading Lady Jeyne to change the paper money plan' quickly faded. Mountain could plan such orderly villages, and every road was clean and tidy, just like a person's face. This was definitely not something that people without noble civilized qualities could do.

The wealthy people and nobles of Lannisport had an illusion, always thinking that Mountain was a barbarian, and that his power and notoriety also stemmed from barbarism, and had nothing to do with civilization.

Even if Mountain defeated the Ironborn and conquered the Iron Islands, these nobles and wealthy merchants believed that Mountain was just a bloodthirsty warrior, not a truly civilized noble. May Humpfrey came to New Clegane's Village, and his eyes saw the 'civilization' mark that he had only heard of but never seen: the ditches in front of these rooms in the village, the wells in the courtyards, the mill every certain distance, a closed-style public toilet, and a complete sewage system that ran completely underground were unique to Mountain's Clegane's Village.

In this world's civilization, it is normal for villages to have no toilets, it is normal for sewage to run on the ground, and it is normal for toilets in cities to be 'open-air'.

However, New Clegane's Village was different! The entire village did not have a trace of stench.

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Ding ding dang dang!

The sound of blacksmiths hammering iron came from ahead. It was Weapons Master Ser Tobho Mott and Gendry Clegane leading dozens of weapon masters in smelting weapons and forging iron ingots!

The swords, armor, helmets, arrows, spears, and iron hammers of the Clegane Legion warriors were basically made by the dozens of blacksmith masters in Clegane's Village. The weapons made in New Clegane's Village were loved by the warriors, and many Westerosi soldiers wanted to buy weapons from Clegane's Village but could not. May Humpfrey was still very clear about this. With Weapons Master Tobho Mott here, who wouldn't want to own a weapon made under his guidance?

When Master Tobho Mott was a weapon master in King's Landing, even the great nobles had to make reservations in advance to cast swords!

Mountain was able to gain Master Tobho Mott's loyalty and move his family to Clegane's Village, which was envied by all the great nobles and dukes!

"Lord Bancroft, perhaps we should learn more about the benefits of Lady Jeyne's promotion of paper money here," May Humpfrey heard himself say to Bancroft in the carriage. He was quietly changing his original intention. It was like two armies fighting, and one side had already lost its morale before the war even started.

The Archmaester was also admiring the uniform houses on both sides of the road, the straight roads, and the identical round wells in the courtyards of every household.

Entering Clegane's Village was different from entering any other village. It was clean and tidy, and there was no stench or騷氣 in the air that had become commonplace. Bancroft knew that this was due to Clegane's Village's well-planned public toilets and underground sewage pipes.

Especially the public toilets built like houses with roofs were not found in any other villages, and were not found in most large cities. In King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, most of the public toilets did not have roofs!

Every time he came to New Clegane's Village, Bancroft had to praise Lady Jeyne and Mountain in his heart. The water trap in the sewage pipes pre-buried in the household toilets was said to have been invented by Lady Jeyne, but later Lady Jeyne confirmed that it was actually thought of by Lord Mountain.

Archmaester Bancroft had always believed that the invention of the water trap in the sewage pipes was an incredible miracle!

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In front of the gate of Clegane Keep, Lady Jeyne, Sansa, and Lady Dalt stood in the middle, flanked by two tall female generals: Brienne of Tarth and Zerilda the Ox. Behind the two female generals were eight guards, each with a long sword hanging from their waist, wearing armor, and looking majestic, but without helmets.

The Duchess personally came to the gate of the main castle to greet Bancroft. Bancroft hurriedly got out of the carriage. His entourage and the fat Zorro and his cavalry who had accompanied him all dismounted, and everyone looked respectful. May Humpfrey noticed that even the arrogant Dothraki general had become humble, and the戾氣 and wildness on his face had magically disappeared completely, replaced by humility without edges.

"Good day, Madam!" Lady Jeyne said with a smile.

Jeyne Westerling, whose beauty and talent were renowned throughout the Westerlands, was courteous and polite, showing no arrogance or hint of malice in her expression.

"Good day, Madam!" Bancroft was as respectful as a subordinate. Perhaps this was inappropriate, as he was the acting castellan of Lannisport, but May Huffle noticed that the maester's demeanor didn't seem out of place in front of Lady Jeyne, nor did it convey a sense of self-deprecation.

Everything seemed natural, as if Bancroft were simply a maester serving Lady Jeyne. Her presence commanded respect, capable of managing both armies and commoners.

May Huffle followed beside Maester Bancroft, dressed in the attire of Bancroft's attendant, with a bit of makeup to alter his facial features.

"Lord May Huffle, welcome to Clegane village," Lady Jeyne said with a smile.

May Huffle and Maester Bancroft were instantly embarrassed!

"This is your first time visiting my Clegane village, is it not, Lord Baron?" Lady Jeyne asked naturally, with a smile, exuding nobility and elegance.

"Yes, Madam," May Huffle said, feeling apprehensive. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, placed his right fist over his left chest, and paid his respects to Lady Jeyne.

The Lady deserved the homage of a baron kneeling before her!

"Please rise, Lord May Huffle. However, I regret that Mirn Ervine did not come along," Lady Jeyne said blandly.

"One of the managers of his spice shop dared to collude with two mercenaries to ambush my guard, even holding a longsword to his chest and back, openly threatening to take his life. My guard was very restrained. He fought three against one, acting in self-defense, first subduing the two mercenaries, then drawing his sword and killing the spice manager. I thought this matter was over..."

Jeyne's gaze swept over Bancroft and May Huffle, both of whom felt sweat breaking out on their palms and their expressions stiffening.

"After the murder, I also heard that Mirn Ervine quickly conspired with several wealthy merchants in the city, and together they falsely accused my guard of murdering his spice manager to Maester Bancroft. I am very angry about this. Maester Bancroft, you are the acting castellan of Lannisport. I now ask for your permission to allow my General Zoro to go to Lannisport and bring Lord Mirn Ervine to Clegane village?! Mirn is just a spice merchant, but he has such audacity!"

Bancroft and May Huffle were drenched in cold sweat, exchanging uneasy glances!

Lady Jeyne was in Clegane village, yet she knew everything that was happening in Lannisport!

Mirn Ervine had not mentioned anything about colluding with two mercenaries to attack Lady Jeyne's guard; he hadn't said a word about the circumstances leading up to the manager's death.

"Is the brave warrior who killed Mirn's spice manager named Luke?"

"Yes, he is a particularly brave, loyal, and capable centurion specially recommended to me by General Chiswyck," Lady Jeyne said, looking at Bancroft.

Bancroft said, "Madam, please allow me to send Captain Baelor to Lannisport to bring Mirn Ervine here."

Bring, not invite, but not exactly arrest either. The maester's wording was still cautious! He didn't completely believe that the spice manager was responsible for the conflict just because of Lady Jeyne's words.

"Very well, Maester Bancroft, you are the castellan of Lannisport, and I respect your opinion. Lord May Huffle, please come in!" Lady Jeyne gracefully gestured to the side. Then, she looked at Fat Zoro, and with a single glance, Fat Zoro immediately understood.

"Madam, please!" Bancroft and May Huffle said respectfully together. In front of the Lady, they dared not walk ahead of her.

Jeyne feigned politeness for a moment, then walked toward Clegane Keep with Bancroft and May Huffle.

The maester's guard captain, Baelor Lanny, mounted his horse and galloped out of Clegane village. Fat Zoro said, "Madam, I'll see Captain Baelor off." Lady Jeyne waved her hand, indicating that she understood. Fat Zoro mounted his horse, and with the sound of hooves, he chased after Baelor Lanny.

Baelor Lanny, who had already ridden out of Clegane village, heard the urgent sound of hooves behind him. He turned around and saw that Fat Zoro had arrived. "Captain Baelor, the Lady instructed me to accompany you on your trip to Lannisport."

Baelor Lanny was also an experienced man and wouldn't be easily fooled. Zoro's presence would definitely not be a good thing. "General Zoro, how could I trouble you with such a simple errand? Please return. I guarantee I'll bring Mirn Ervine to Clegane village."

"Captain, there's no need to be so polite. Let's go together," Fat Zoro said with a smile. With a laugh, Fat Zoro's horse had already overtaken Baelor. Baelor quickly kicked his spurs, and his horse sped up to catch up. But Fat Zoro slightly squeezed his legs, and his horse immediately exerted its strength, rushing forward like a flying arrow, instantly leaving Baelor Lanny behind.

Baelor Lanny was full of vigor. With a crack, his whip cracked in the air, and the horse understood its master's intentions, rushing forward like the wind.

A good horse doesn't need to be whipped or spurred; it understands its master's intentions with just a signal.

Fat Zoro heard the sound of hooves and whips behind him and laughed loudly as he turned his head. "Captain Baelor Lanny, let's have a riding competition." Before he finished speaking, Fat Zoro's whip struck the horse's rump, and the horse neighed, pulling out a smoky tail like a shooting star, rushing away like an arrow.

Seeing the distance between them widening, Baelor no longer cared about sparing his horse. He whipped its rump with a series of cracks, and the horse under him ran like the wind. He was fast, but Fat Zoro was faster. No matter how Baelor urged, whipped, or cursed, Fat Zoro ran farther and farther, eventually becoming a small black dot in front. Baelor and his horse could only sheepishly become the smoky trail of dust raised by Fat Zoro as he sped past.

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Lannisport.

In the bustling South Gate Market, shops lined the streets, and people bustled about. A considerable number of people on the streets were captains, mercenaries, sailors, wandering swordsmen, singers, and tourists from across the Narrow Sea.

A horseman appeared on the street, a huge fat man riding on horseback. He had a bald head and a double chin. Except for the vital parts of his body and joints, which were protected by fine armor, the man's body was exposed, revealing strong muscles.

The scimitar and longbow made the fat man even more conspicuous.

The fat man rode his horse into the street. At intervals along the street, Clegane soldiers were on duty, standing guard.

Since the implementation of the bank note plan, Clegane soldiers had appeared in all the shops, streets, and ports of the city, ensuring the security of transactions using the circular notes.

Every distance Fat Zoro traveled, the soldiers on duty would salute him, respectfully calling him General Zoro. Fat Zoro would nod slightly in response, and the people on the street would avoid him. Many people could tell that the fat man riding into the street came from the foreign lands of the Dothraki Sea.

After asking two soldiers, Fat Zoro went straight to the front of Mirn Ervine's spice shop. He lightly nudged the horse with his legs, and the horse walked straight into the spice shop, scaring the noble men and women inside.

People retreated from the shop.

Fat Zoro sat on his horse, looking down, his tone unkind: "Who's the manager?"

A trembling voice sounded from the corner of the counter: "Sir, I am the supervisor. There is no manager in the shop at the moment."

"Tell Mirn Ervine to get out here. Lady Jeyne wants to see him."

A middle-aged man in embroidered silk clothes slowly revealed his face from behind the counter: "Sir, Lord Mirn Ervine is not here."

"Find him immediately," Fat Zoro shouted sternly.

Several newly arrived workers in the spice shop, seeing that the situation was not good, slipped away through the back door. Fat Zoro did not stop them. He shouted, "I'll give you time. Hurry up and find your Lord Mirn Ervine to come here. If Mirn doesn't arrive within an hourglass, I'll set fire to his spice shop."

Fat Zoro was once a notorious leader of the Company of the Rose, whose former commander was called the 'Bloody Mummers' by the people of King's Landing because he liked to cut off people's limbs. Fat Zoro, who came from the notorious Bloody Mummers, was not a good person, but a criminal wanted by the khals of the Dothraki Sea. He had an intimidating murderous aura, and his eyes looked like nails.

Fat Zoro said he would set fire to the shop, and he would definitely do it.

The workers in the spice shop chose to leave through the back door, not daring to provoke the fat general who rode into the shop. This man was too fierce!

Soon, Lord Mirn Ervine arrived in a hurry.

"Sir, I am Mirn Ervine. Please dismount, and allow me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fat Zoro had already drawn the arakh from his waist. This was the Dothraki's favorite curved sword, half straight sword and half curved sword, with a unique shape, most suitable for killing enemies on a fast-moving horse. The blade of the scimitar could cut through the enemy's body to the greatest extent, and the dragging speed of the blade would leave huge wounds on the enemy's body, thereby achieving the purpose of massive blood loss.

The arakh flashed, and Lord Mirn Ervine was knocked to the ground. Four mercenary knights were following Mirn Ervine, but as soon as these four knights saw Fat Zoro drawing his sword to attack Mirn, the four turned their heads and left without hesitation, throwing away the honor of a warrior like waste paper.

Mirn Ervine was hit on the head by the blade, and with a loud bang, he fell to the street, unconscious.

Fat Zoro jumped off his horse, untied the reins, and quickly tied Mirn Ervine's hands, then tied the other end of the reins to the saddle.

On the street, onlookers gathered, as if they had emerged from underground.

Mirn Ervine slowly woke up and subconsciously looked up. Fat Zoro kicked him in the forehead, and with a thud, he knocked him unconscious again.

Mirn Ervine had many shops on this street; almost half the street was his property. He did all kinds of business, and spices were just one point in his vast business empire.

None of Mirn Ervine's shop workers, family guards, or hired mercenary knights dared to step forward to stop him.

Whoever stopped him would die, without a doubt.

Death was the most persuasive language!

The street had been completely controlled by Clegane soldiers. A Clegane soldier was stationed every distance away. These people were all a demonstration of Lady Jeyne's power.

General Fat Zoro came under the banner of Lady Jeyne, knocked Mirn Ervine down in the street, knocked him unconscious, and tied him to the reins. Mirn's people only dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

Fat Zoro mounted his horse, and the horse moved slowly forward, dragging Mirn Ervine's body along the street.

On both sides of the street, the shop owners and shopkeepers were all terrified.

People on the street dodged one after another, but more people followed to watch.

The super fat man under the Mountain, many citizens had seen him in the city. This man came from across the Narrow Sea, and he had been a mercenary and a criminal. Legend had it that he was jointly wanted by the khals of the Dothraki Sea. This man fought extremely fiercely, killed countless people, and was one of the most evil generals under the Mountain.

In the market, everyone watched helplessly as Fat Zoro dragged Mirn Ervine on horseback. Soon, Fat Zoro dragged Mirn out of the market street. After the people thinned out, the horse sped up and ran faster and faster.

Fat Zoro was skilled at riding and controlled the horse to maintain a medium speed. Mirn Ervine on the ground was dragged awake, his whole body burning with pain. He finally understood what was happening and began to beg loudly for mercy.

Along the way, the citizens crowded together in the windows of the houses on both sides of the street, watching this scene. Fat Zoro dragged Mirn Ervine with his horse alone, not too fast and not too slow, letting Mirn Ervine's voice of begging continue to plead, but ignoring him.

Lady Jeyne did not need to issue explicit orders. Generals like Fat Zoro could understand the Lady's true intentions. Those who angered the Lady would not be given a chance to ride a horse properly to Clegane village.

Lady Jeyne had set a plan for bank note transactions in the Westerlands: forcibly implement them, and crush all opponents!

Mirn Ervine was a wealthy spice merchant, so he would be the first to be targeted. This news would spread throughout Lannisport in a short time. As for the wealthy merchants who wanted to pack up their wealth and leave, their ideas were naive and their intelligence was limited. When the Mountain took Lannisport in the war, Lannisport had become a port controlled by the Mountain.

Mirn Ervine's screams were the best advertisement for paper money transactions. Mirn hired mercenaries, but when the mercenaries saw Fat Zoro personally coming to get Mirn, they all chose to protect themselves.

In the face of absolute power, no mercenary would be willing to test the sharpness of the arakh for an employer.

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