The Mountain of Ice and Fire

A customer came to the little girl Aester's stall early in the morning. He was bald, with a black beard, and his eyes stared intently at people, occasionally gleaming as he looked at someone's buttocks, hands, face, or eyes. Only when the person being stared at noticed, avoided, and moved away would he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

This person was very tall.

He wasn't wearing a helmet or a neck guard, just some simple armor protecting his arms and calves. His chest and back weren't armored either, only covered with leather protection.

The only armor this neurotic fellow had was very well-made, obviously crafted by an experienced blacksmith using the best steel.

He had a sword belt around his waist, with a longsword, short sword, dagger, and steel spike hanging from it.

The Brown Soup stall didn't have seats; customers either stood and drank or squatted on the street to drink.

But this first customer wanted to sit while he drank.

Aester and her grandfather Booz could tell that this person was not to be trifled with, so they gave up their stools.

Aester and her grandfather Booz each had a stool so they could sit and rest during breaks from serving customers.

This guy, who seemed to have something wrong with his eyes, didn't consider himself an outsider and sat inside the stall to drink.

Aester was very afraid of this man.

Because whether he was drinking soup or doing anything else, his eyes always glanced at Aester. When Aester paid attention to him, the guy's eyes would meet hers, and he would always smile.

That strange look was hard to describe as malicious, but it couldn't be called normal either.

The little girl and her grandfather could only hope that this weird guy would finish his soup and leave soon.

But this guy had an amazing appetite, drinking five bowls in a row without showing any signs of leaving.

Customers came and went one after another, and the Brown Soup business was brisk. A large pot of Brown Soup was visibly decreasing rapidly.

Meanwhile, the dozen or so stalls next door had only a few scattered customers, and many stalls hadn't even had their first customer yet.

At this time, a mercenary speaking broken Common Tongue arrived. His name was Iggo, a mercenary from the Brave Companions. The common people preferred to call the Brave Companions the Bloody Mummers.

The Bloody Mummers were fond of two things when they captured people: first, cutting off hands, and second, cutting off feet.

They used blood as entertainment and took pleasure in severed limbs. In addition, because they came from various places across the Narrow Sea, they wore unique clothing styles specific to their ethnic backgrounds, like the various costumes of actors on a stage, hence the Bloody Mummers' infamous reputation.

If Gregor Clegane were here, he would know that the Bloody Mummers were the same group he had seen in the original story before he transmigrated—the ones who cut off Jaime Lannister's hand.

Iggo swaggered to the stall and threw a silver stag into the boiling pot of Brown Soup: "Little girl, I want this whole pot of Brown Soup."

Shoo!

The silver stag splashed soup when it landed in the pot, splattering on Polliver's face, who was sitting behind the stall 'studying' Aester's waist. Polliver was stunned and only then noticed Iggo, a Dothraki man who looked different from them.

As soon as Iggo threw the silver stag into the pot, the few customers standing in front of the stall drinking Brown Soup immediately put down their bowls and quickly slipped away.

The poor people living in Flea Bottom had a special intuition and sensitivity to trouble.

The owners of the dozen or so stalls around them all smiled. This Iggo was the mercenary they had jointly paid to drive the grandfather and granddaughter away.

The Bloody Mummers were known for their cruelty and bloodshed, but their reputation was quite good. Generally, once they took the money, they would strictly complete the task for the employer.

Iggo wasn't the only Dothraki arakh-wielding mercenary in the Bloody Mummers. There were several exiled criminals, led by the fat Zollo.

This Iggo was ranked last in the Bloody Mummers, but the fact that the dozen or so Brown Soup owners had jointly paid him to deal with the grandfather and granddaughter on the street was already a very generous gesture.

Polliver, who had been waiting here on the Mountain's orders for the grandfather and granddaughter to finish selling Brown Soup so he could finish work, was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately stood up, wiped the Brown Soup from his face, and laughed, "Good, good, good, brother, all the Brown Soup here is yours, even the pot is yours."

One silver stag, when converted, could buy one hundred and forty bowls of Brown Soup. And there were only twenty-odd bowls of Brown Soup left in the large pot.

Iggo, who had come to make trouble, then noticed the large man behind the stall. Looking at his attire, he wasn't a member of the city watch, nor was he a soldier under a noble, but most likely a mercenary.

Professional soldiers under nobles had standard equipment such as armor and helmets.

Iggo saw that this tall man only had a few pieces of armor and no family crest, so he was naturally a mercenary.

Among all the mercenary groups in King's Landing, the Bloody Mummers ranked first in combat power and reputation.

"Brother, I'm Iggo of the Bloody Mummers. I've bought all the soup here, it's free for you to drink. After you finish drinking, hurry up and leave," Iggo said arrogantly.

As soon as the name of the Bloody Mummers was mentioned, he waited to see the other party collapse in fear and put on a flattering smile.

Sure enough, the other party smiled, grinning: "Little sister Aester, old man Booz, let's go, we don't want this stall anymore. Let's go, let's hurry back and pack our things, and set off immediately."

The name of the Bloody Mummers frightened Aester and Booz. The two didn't know if this neurotic bald, black-bearded man was also a member of the Bloody Mummers. They had been worried that they wouldn't be able to sell Brown Soup for long, because the surrounding stall owners had threatened to make them get lost, or they would deal with them.

From the looks of it, 'retribution' had really come.

What the grandfather and granddaughter didn't expect was that the stall owners would spend a lot of money to hire a ruthless person from the Bloody Mummers. These stall owners hated the grandfather and granddaughter with a vengeance.

The name of the Bloody Mummers made children cry at night in King's Landing.

Polliver grabbed the old man and the little girl with his large hands, gently pulling and pushing them. The grandfather and granddaughter were so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word. The little girl Aester wanted to go back to get the copper coins in the drawer of the stall, but grandfather Booz was frightened and tightly held her hand, hurrying away.

The Bloody Mummers liked to cut off hands and feet the most, which was why they were so famous. They also had another name, 'Foot Hunters'.

The grandfather and granddaughter hurried away, and an arakh suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

Iggo smiled insincerely, speaking with strange inflections and an Essosi accent, but because he was speaking the Common Tongue of Westeros, the grandfather and granddaughter could barely understand.

"You think you can just leave like that? I've taken someone's money, old man. I just want your right hand so you won't be allowed to set up a stall here in the future."

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed, and the arakh was like a ray of light, heading straight for the old man's right wrist.

This strike was so fast.

The Dothraki were a nation on horseback, their best skill was riding horses, and their most powerful combat weapon was the arakh.

Clang!

A loud noise, sparks flew everywhere.

A longsword suddenly blocked the arakh, then the longsword circled and drew a semi-circular arc, slashing diagonally, as fast as lightning, hitting Iggo's left neck.

This sword strike was extremely ruthless!

The longsword slashed deeply, cutting off Iggo's shoulder collarbone, almost splitting half of his chest.

The longsword was deeply embedded in Iggo's tall body, with a section of the blade exposed on both sides.