The Mountain of Ice and Fire

No matter how powerful a wizard is, they are only skilled in the mystical arts. In other aspects, eating, drinking, living, aging, and dying, they are just ordinary mortals with flesh and blood.

In this world, there are two major schools of thought. One is hard scientific knowledge, which is the Citadel in Oldtown. Every piece of knowledge in the Citadel is concrete science.

The scholars of the Citadel study architecture, metallurgy, medicine, botany, astronomy, geography, astrology, seasons… Every noble has a scholar who has passed the rigorous examinations of the Citadel.

The scholars are responsible for solving all knowledge-based problems that nobles encounter in their lives, acting as all-around life consultants.

Completely opposite to the scientific knowledge mastered by the scholars is the mystical arts.

The mystical arts include divination, magic, a different kind of apothecary than that of the scholars, theology, necromancy, and so on.

The learning and knowledge of the mystical arts cannot be understood with the learning and knowledge of the Citadel, nor can they be explained with scientific knowledge, because it is completely inexplicable.

Practitioners of the mystical arts include wizards, priests, Silent Sisters, pastors, monks, warlocks, shadowbinders, bishops, friars,异形人, Green Seers, and so on.

Gregor Clegane sought to change his fate, and he needed capable people from all fields to gather under his banner. He, along with Jeyne and Lord Gawen, came to find the witch, appealing to her emotions and reasoning with her, but the witch remained unmoved. She was even colder to Jeyne and Lord Gawen, showing no familial affection whatsoever.

Gregor said, "Grandmother, are you unwilling to go to the sept of Clegane's Keep?"

"That is not my home."

"This is not your home either."

"I am used to this place."

"You will get used to a new place even more. Your eating, clothing, housing, and transportation all require someone to take care of you, Grandmother. You are old."

"The chosen people of God do not fear aging and death."

"Uh… well… okay!" Gregor said, "Grandmother, will your God tell you what I will do next?"

The witch's turbid yellow eyes stared at Gregor through her long hair, her expression terrifying.

Her rejection of Gregor, Jeyne, and Lord Gawen was obvious.

No wizard knows everything. Many wizards are only proficient in one area, such as the pyromancers of King's Landing, who only study wildfire and know very little about other mystical knowledge.

Because wizards spend a long time in the laboratory studying various strange potions, their bodies lack exercise, so they are very weak. Elderly wizards need even more care. Usually, it is the wizard's apprentices who take care of elderly wizards.

The martial prowess of wizards is no different from that of ordinary people. Any swordsman can defeat a whole team of them.

Gregor did not stand up, but lightly lifted the witch over the table. The witch was furious and began to curse through her toothless mouth. However, all was in vain. Gregor gently embraced the witch, stood up, and walked towards the door.

The door was already closed, but Gregor did not reach out to open it. He strode over, and with a bang, the door was smashed to pieces by him.

Jeyne and Lord Gawen were dumbfounded!

Because of this 'bursting out of the door,' the witch's independent plank house creaked and was on the verge of collapsing.

Jeyne and Lord Gawen hurried out, afraid that the wooden house would collapse in the next second.

Gregor put the witch, who was gritting her teeth and cursing him, into the carriage. The witch immediately struggled to get out of the carriage, but Gregor blocked her with one hand.

Gregor's hand was like an insurmountable wall for the witch.

Gregor respectfully said to the witch, "Grandmother, you can curse me, but you must not get out of the carriage. Otherwise, I will burn all your potions and your house. Your neighbors on this street will be punished by me."

A table full of potion bottles and the raw materials for potions piled up in the corner of the wall were like the witch's life. The witch was old, and she could not do without the enthusiastic help of her neighbors on this street in her daily life.

The witch was stunned and dared not get out of the carriage. She retreated and sat back, but kept waving her hands and feet, cursing Gregor, and finally cursing her deceased husband, her two sons, her granddaughters Sybell and grandsons Rylo and Samwell, her grandson-in-law Lord Gawen, her great-granddaughter Jeyne, and so on.

Twenty-two years ago, when Cersei Lannister was ten years old, she threatened to burn the witch's house and hang her in a tree to force the witch to tell her future predictions. This shows that the witch's own martial prowess is equal to zero. She may also have some unknown killing methods, but it must have nothing to do with force. Perhaps due to some taboo, or perhaps because the dragons disappeared, she could not use her dark magic to kill people casually.

In this world, because the dragons completely disappeared, various magic scrolls and spells gradually became ineffective, and eventually the power of magic declined, which led to the complete fall of wizards from their ruling position. The scholars of the Citadel took the opportunity to rise, and their status became higher day by day. The king's Hand and the nobles' assistants were all scholars, and the wizards completely withdrew from high-level politics and the noble power class.

Gregor asked Lord Gawen to send a guard to hire an ox cart, and everyone worked together to move all the bottles, jars, flowers, and plants from the witch's room onto the ox cart. The witch dared not get out of the carriage, stood on Jeyne's carriage, cursing and scolding everyone for the order in which they placed her bottles and jars.

Miss Jeyne stood aside, holding the kitten, and was surprised by her grandmother's irritable personality and tireless energy for scolding people.

Half an hour later, everything was packed up, and the witch was tired of scolding. Jeyne dared not ride in the same carriage as the witch, so she got on Gregor's horse. Whenever Gregor went out, he usually had three horses to ride.

Gregor also ordered a guard to buy a small bucket of wildfire from a street store. Amidst the witch's cursing and stamping, Gregor poured the wildfire on the roof of the witch's plank house, and then threw a torch on it.

The fire immediately burned up. People on the street carried buckets of water, but no one dared to put out the fire. It was not until the fire spread and was about to burn through the narrow passage and burn the neighboring houses that Gregor shouted to leave.

So, a carriage and an ox cart began to drive out of this street, with eight guards protecting them on the left, right, front, and rear, their hands on the hilts of their swords, and people stepped aside.

Gregor and Jeyne rode side by side next to the carriage the witch was riding in.

After they left, everyone quickly put out the fire. The flames were quickly extinguished, but the smoke had already soared into the sky.

The witch suddenly lifted the curtain and pointed at Gregor, cursing, "Die, Mountain! I want to eat snow salt roasted meat, and I will always refuse to use chopsticks when dining. I only use iron utensils."

"Okay!" Gregor said politely.

"I also want to wear silk clothes. The silk from Qarth is the best quality."

"I will definitely send someone to buy you the best silk from Qarth at the trading market in Lannisport. Grandmother, did you live in Qarth when you were young?"

The witch ignored Gregor's question: "Gregor, I also want three servants, one to grind medicine, collect herbs, refine medicine, and taste medicine for me; one to wash and comb my hair, draw water for bathing, wash clothes, and cook; and one to clean the sept, clean the room, take care of the sept's torches, add holy oil, and be an assistant during ritual prayers."

"Grandmother, everything will be done according to your wishes."

"I also want a helper." The witch brushed aside her long hair, and her pale yellow eyes made Jeyne panic. "Gregor, your betrothed looks very good. Can you ask her if she is willing?"