The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The 3rd Blood Witch Prophecy (3 Updates)

(14,000 words updated, don't disfigure my face, I want my pretty-face-restoring punch)

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Seeing Tyrion Lannister filled the Mountain with a sense of security.

He saw a knife to kill Tywin. A good knife.

Killing Tywin himself would be inconvenient, and if any rumor leaked out, he would be completely finished.

In the Seven Kingdoms, anyone who betrays their lord is despised.

Regardless of whether the Mountain was the Duke of Dragonstone, everyone would remember that the Mountain was Tywin's vassal. From their ancestors to their generation, the Clegane family had always been vassals of the Lannister family.

A vassal betraying and killing his lord is a high-risk stock. One stab would trap himself, and he would never be able to escape the dishonor. Before the Lannister family was completely destroyed, a careless move could cost him his life.

Jaime Lannister, to save the people of the entire city, killed the Mad King when he ordered the use of wildfire to blow up all of King's Landing. Although the Mad King deserved to die, Jaime still received a nickname from the people of King's Landing: Kingslayer! This nickname had accompanied Jaime through the first half of his life and had already begun the journey of the second half. And even after Jaime's death, the name Kingslayer would still be passed down among the people. - That's how infamy comes about!

If he killed Tywin, he couldn't go and join the Dragon Queen across the Narrow Sea, but the Imp could.

Just imagine, when the Royal Navy was in his hands, sending the kinslaying Imp overseas would be a very simple matter.

Moreover, the Imp would once again owe him a huge life-saving favor. He didn't know if he could ever repay it in the future.

Thinking of this, the Mountain smiled unkindly.

"Lord Hand," the Mountain said with a smile.

"Duke, I am no longer the Hand."

"In my heart, you will always be the Hand I respect."

"I will definitely tell my father what you said when I go in. I want to see the expression on his face."

"Both father and son have dedicated themselves to the country and the people, a good Hand who has done his best. It's not contradictory that you both are Hand."

"For the country and the people? Dedicated?" The Imp pointed to the scar on his face. "You're right, Mountain, this is my medal for serving the country and the people."

The Mountain stared at the medal: "Indeed, a big medal, but I think it's a bit long."

"Where's Qyburn? I want to find him to treat my wounds later."

"You can definitely find him in the dungeon's secret room. - Lord Hand, reminded by the medal on your face, I think you have fewer guards around you. Where are Shagga and Conn?"

"Drank too much horse piss," Bronn shrugged.

"If it were me, I would never allow them to drink so much."

"I'm not you. I don't have any money now. I'm here to ask my dad for some money." The Imp looked at the two guards. "These two guys eat a lot. They have big appetites, especially Bronn."

"Bronn!" The Mountain said, "Where are your family soldiers?"

"I told them to go home after the war. I have to pay them extra wages if they stay here," Bronn said. "After my mother-in-law died of illness, my sister disappeared and has been missing. My wife doesn't know anything about the business they left behind, and she's pregnant. All I know how to do is stab people with a knife."

"What about the taxes on the territory?"

"Maester Franken is in charge of everything in the castle. He said that as soon as there's a war or conscription, the castle will be in deficit. I don't know if he's lying to me. I can't understand the account books at all."

"Your Lord Hand can read them."

"He can't afford me. I'm very expensive," the Imp said. "See you, Mountain."

"See you, Halfman."

The Mountain watched the knife walk into the Hand's Tower. As long as everything in the Red Keep followed the original world trajectory, Tywin would die. If Jaime couldn't come back, then he would do it himself!

*

"Father," the Imp stood in front of Tywin. "May I have a drink?"

"What else can you do besides drink?" Tywin frowned slightly. He could smell the alcohol on the Imp's body.

"I can do many things. When you were fighting at the Green Fork, I led the mountain men and militia to defeat the left flank of the Northern army. When you were going to save the Westerlands, I entered King's Landing to help you stabilize the political situation and prevent Cersei and Joffrey from causing chaos and collapse in King's Landing. In the Battle of the Blackwater, I cooperated with the Mountain's tactics to defeat Stannis Baratheon's enemies, who outnumbered us several times over. I can obviously do many things, Father."

"Of course, besides wine, there are also prostitutes," the Duke said coldly. "What did I say when you came to the palace? Don't bring prostitutes. Did you do it?"

Tyrion's back stiffened. Did Cersei know about his Shae? Impossible. Shae was by Sansa's side. If Cersei knew, Shae would have been beheaded long ago.

"I have never been to a brothel during my time in King's Landing. Don't listen to my sister's words."

"I don't need to listen to Cersei's words. I know what kind of thing you are. Drunkenness, prostitutes, gambling, arrogance, conceit, sweet talk, disregard for others, and associating with barbarians. Now that the war is over, are you still planning to keep those hundreds of barbarians? Yesterday, in the casino, I heard that your Shagga cut off a person's hand."

"That guy cheated and swindled Shagga out of all his money."

"Cheating? What kind of place is a casino? Do you expect those gamblers to have the honor of knights? You called Podrick to use the Lannister name to force the guards to release people. Don't think I don't know?"

The Imp was speechless and couldn't say a word.

He needed Shagga to save his life. Cersei could send someone to kill him again at any time, but he couldn't say it in front of his father. Cersei must have said countless bad things about him in front of his father, without a doubt.

The Imp climbed onto the stool and faced his father face to face.

"Since I am useless, and I haven't received any rewards for military merits in King's Landing, nor do I have any official position, it's useless for me to stay here. Let me go back to the Westerlands."

"The Golden Road is there. You can go back to the Westerlands yourself."

"No, I'm not just going back to the Westerlands. I hope to go back and manage Casterly Rock."

Duke Tywin, who was sorting out documents, stopped and raised his head, as if he didn't recognize the Imp at all: "What did you just say?"

"Jaime is in the dungeon. He can't come back at all without negotiation, and you have already given up on saving him. Even if he comes back, he is a Kingsguard, sworn to be loyal to the royal family and protect the king, and he can't marry or inherit any territory for life, let alone inherit Casterly Rock. Cersei is the Queen Mother, a member of the Baratheon family, so only I am the Lannister heir."

"Get out!" Duke Tywin said calmly.

The Imp stared into his father's eyes, looking at the golden threads in his green pupils. He was just testing whether there was even a little bit of his position in the depths of his father's layers of inner self. The answer came out, and although he had thought about this answer, it was still difficult to accept.

"I am your son. If you don't give Casterly Rock to me, who can you give it to?"

"I won't give it to anyone, let alone you, Tyrion. From this moment on, until forever, Casterly Rock will not be yours, forever." Duke Tywin stared at the Imp's one black and one green eyes. "Look at yourself, smell the smell on your body. If I couldn't deny that you are my blood, I would have drowned you the moment you were born. When you stagger down the street, the voices of the people laughing on both sides are whips on my face. I raised you, what have you brought to the family? Drunkenness? Prostitutes? Gambling? Trouble? The war with the North, the turmoil in the kingdom, are all thanks to you."

Tyrion felt tears welling up in his eyes. His father hated him deeply in his bones, which may be related to his mother dying because of giving birth to him. He laughed, although the wound was very painful, and he miraculously suppressed the tears. He proudly straightened his neck and showed a victorious smile: "I don't have any money now, Dad. You have to give me money."

"I won't give you money, not a single copper coin."

"Then I'll go to the brothel and owe money in the name of Lannister, and then ask someone to send the bill to the Hand's Tower."

Duke Tywin choked!

The two fathers and sons looked at each other, and no one retreated. Tyrion would rather die in his father's hands than die in his sister's assassination.

"Do it, call your guards in, a sword to the neck. It's not like you haven't done such a thing before," Tyrion said calmly.

However, his father miraculously calmed down. The old thing could do this, and Tyrion had to admire him: "I can give you money, but you have to listen to me."

"As long as you give me money, I will listen to you. I can do anything."

"Haven't you always been clamoring for war merit rewards?"

"That's what I should get."

"I'll give you Sansa."

"What?"

"I will give Sansa to you as a military merit reward, and then we will slowly plot against the North. Your and Sansa's children will become the Lord of the North."

"…………"

It turned out that the old bastard was unwilling to exchange Sansa back through negotiations for this reason: to吞噬the North through Sansa. Between the North and Jaime, he chose the North. He was plotting to make the North surnamed Lannister.

"You promised me just now. I'll give you money, and you'll listen and do as I say."

"Sansa is Joffrey's fiancée."

"Joffrey will, according to the rules, dissolve the engagement with Sansa in the Great Sept of Baelor, and then get engaged to Margaery Tyrell, and get married on the same day."

"…………"

"You have to answer me now."

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

"Then when will you arrange it?"

"On the day the sheep gut thread is removed from your face."

"What if I'm killed before the day the sheep gut thread is removed?"

"Cersei won't send anyone to assassinate you again, and you don't need to keep the mountain barbarians to protect you anymore. Of course, as long as you're happy, you can keep them if you want. I'll give you money to raise the barbarians, but you must marry Sansa, and there must be no mistakes in the middle, and make Sansa pregnant as soon as possible."

"…………"

*

Inside the Red Keep, the Mountain's two-story stone house residence.

Although the witch knew that the Mountain had prophet-like abilities, Jane didn't know.

The Mountain told the witch some things about the future, and through the witch's mouth, he told Duke Tywin and Jane, which made the Duke and Jane believe in the witch very much. From then on, Tywin was superstitious about the witch, and Jane also sank into the blood witch secret arts and couldn't extricate herself.

Jane sat in the Mountain's arms: "I've finished what I wanted to say. It's your turn."

"The Duke will use my head to quell the years of grievances with Dorne and exchange it for Dorne's support?"

"Yes!"

"My head is not heavy enough."

"But it is one of the necessary conditions for the transaction with Dorne. At the same time, the Duke also took the opportunity to get rid of you. After the King's Landing War, your honor, strength, title, and power have become stronger and stronger, which is absolutely unacceptable to the Duke."

A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure invites crime!

Jane also saw in the prophecy the Mountain's great competition with Oberyn Martell from Dorne, in order to judge the Imp's guilt or innocence. This relieved the Mountain a lot of worries, which shows that, in the local area of the Red Keep, the world trajectory has not been changed much.

"In my duel with Prince Oberyn Martell of the Red Viper, I killed him, and I must die? He killed me, and I am already dead."

"Yes!"

"Do you think Oberyn's spear can win my ice sword?"

"No!"

"He can win me unless I put on two hundred pounds of plate armor, roar and attack wildly, like a reckless and clumsy angry bear, exhausted and my movements become slow, then he will have a chance to strike, but will I give him such a chance?"

"You won't."

Jane's words always made the Mountain feel extremely comfortable. He liked to listen to his wife's compliments that followed his heart, and he enjoyed his wife's worship and praise for him. He didn't need to play the machismo, he was the machismo.

The Mountain looked at the glass bottle in his hand: "Can the transparent liquid inside resist the venom on the Red Viper's spear tip?"

"Drink it, and any snake venom will be ineffective against you."

"Antidote?"

"No, this is also poison, blood poison."

The Mountain blinked his eyes: "Fight poison with poison?"

"No, this is a blood witch secret method, made with snake venom."

"You made it?"

Jane twisted her shoulders, giggled, and refused to answer.

"Okay, I know, it was actually made by Grandmother. So, the prophecies you told me are really the prophecies you saw?"

Jane shrank her neck, smiled evilly, like a bad little kitten: "Okay, I admit, it wasn't me, Grandmother asked me to come, she saw that Duke Tywin was going to be unfavorable to you, the Duke was going to kill you."

"After I killed Oberyn?"

"Grandmother hopes you don't kill Oberyn, maybe you will need Dorne's support in the future."

"Did she give a perfect solution?"

"Go to the Claw Peninsula, you will get something good that you can't imagine."

"What good things?"

"I don't know, but it will be of great help to you."

"Grandmother is unwilling to tell you, or can't tell you according to the wizard rules."

"Can't say. Many secrets, if they are said, are not secrets. Monks, priests, wizards, and magicians all have this agreed rule. They believe that if certain secrets are said, maybe, possibly, about - the original trajectory will be changed."

"I must go to the Claw Peninsula. Many of the naval soldiers and captains come from the Claw Peninsula. I had the court bachelor record a book of promises, and I must fulfill them one by one."

"Then let's leave tomorrow. Grandmother said that as long as we leave the Red Keep, we'll be away from all danger."

"Alright, we'll go to Claw Isle tomorrow, but before that, I need to see someone now."

"Who?"

"Court Supervisor Horace Kevin."

"Can I ask what it's about?"

"No."

"Alright." Janny said obediently and gently, her sweet smile making the Mountain sink into it. She turned around, her warmth and fragrance filling his arms, suddenly the Mountain's finger hurt, a silver needle pierced his finger, withdrawn, blood glistening, and she licked it on her well-behaved and rosy little lips.

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