The Mountain of Ice and Fire

A man like the Mountain would immediately attract the attention of the Spider upon entering King's Landing.

Not just the Mountain, but any high-ranking noble who entered King's Landing would be noticed by the Spider's little birds.

The Mountain, as a super villain, received even more attention from the Spider. From the moment he appeared in King's Landing, his every move, day and night, along with his brothers, was under the watchful eyes of the Spider's little birds.

Since it was impossible to escape, why bother being cautious and subtle?

As long as you were in King's Landing, or near King's Landing, it was the Spider's little birds' absolute territory.

The Mountain understood the Spider's power all too well. Littlefinger's promotion from customs officer of Gulltown to Master of Coin in King's Landing hadn't taken long. Compared to Littlefinger, the Mountain was even more aware of the Spider's capabilities.

Despite this, he wasn't afraid of the Spider knowing what he was doing in King's Landing.

Firstly, the King was not in King's Landing, having left nearly two months ago, and wouldn't return for at least three more months.

With Littlefinger's brains and the Spider's cunning, they wouldn't dare to investigate and gather evidence in the Westerlands, even if they were certain, it would only be a 'guess'.

Neither Littlefinger nor the Spider had the guts to seriously 'guess' in the Westerlands.

Even if they wanted to report it?

Report what?

Report a guess?

And to whom would they report it?

The King himself was absent, a large number of courtiers were gone, and Duke Renly, sitting on the Iron Throne, was just a playboy, very handsome, well-dressed, and charming, deeply loved by noble ladies, but utterly useless.

Like the Spider, the Mountain had carefully considered and calculated, and his conclusion was absolute safety. Even if the Spider and Littlefinger shared intelligence, they couldn't do anything to the Mountain in King's Landing.

Moreover, they wouldn't suspect the Mountain of doing anything. They would only blame it on Duke Tywin.

That would be perfect, and he could rest easy.

Since it was Duke Tywin's intention, they would be even more afraid to come to the Westerlands to find evidence of Tywin's 'coinage'. If Duke Tywin found out and sent the Mountain to 'entertain' them, people would die.

The Golden Road passed through the Crag in the Westerlands, through the hundred-mile mountains of Silverhill. If a large rock rolled down the mountain, no one could stop it.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities, no one could say for sure.

Since they dared not investigate their inner 'guesses' in the Westerlands, what could they do without any evidence? What would they dare to do?

They could only know in their hearts, but could do nothing and dared not do anything.

The Spider and Littlefinger combined didn't know that they were being schemed against by an absolutely and completely despised brute, the Mountain.

The Mountain wasn't afraid of the Spider and Littlefinger either. He knew Littlefinger's secrets, and he knew the Spider's secrets. He was clear about the development of characters and the evolution of events in this world. He could threaten Littlefinger and the Spider. Revealing even a hint would make them tremble, lose sleep, and carefully consider and calculate, while they couldn't threaten him at all.

In mystical terms, the transmigrated Mountain was like a Green Prophet. He knew the past, he knew what was happening, and he could predict the future.

When the King returned to King's Landing, weary from his journey, he would be busy celebrating the Hand's tournament.

The only possibility was that Littlefinger could use this matter to leverage Eddard Stark, to make that 'fool' Eddard Stark use the law to confront the Westerlands Lannisters.

But even so, it would be at least half a year later.

Half a year later, all kinds of conflicts would begin to erupt, and the major families would begin to show their fangs and prepare to tear each other apart. The Mountain's little matter would no longer be a priority.

And before that, with Littlefinger's intelligence and the Spider's shrewdness, they wouldn't provoke Tywin the Lion themselves. Probably, at the slightest hint of trouble, Tywin would send someone to provoke them first, without them even needing to provoke Tywin.

Therefore, the Mountain, after careful consideration and calculation, wasn't afraid of the kidnapping incident in King's Landing.

As long as his party left King's Landing and wasn't caught in the act, everything would be fine.

The transmigrator's more than ten years of acculturation in a high-level civilization, coupled with the forced shaping of a worldview of shamelessness and the omnipotence of money, had yielded some results.

The Mountain's party moved quickly, and after a few days, they entered the territory of the Westerlands, entering the jurisdiction of the Silverhill Sarwyck family, truly a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger returning to the western mountains.

Calculating the time, it had been exactly half a month since they left Clegane's Keep. In just two more days, they would be back at Clegane's Keep.

The Mountain relaxed and walked slowly.

He had three horses for himself, switching between them, so the horses weren't tired.

The Mountain beckoned Master Tobho Mott to come up and walk with him.

"Master Tobho, you don't seem happy all the way!"

Tobho immediately felt nervous. He had heard of the Mountain's infamous reputation through frequent contact with too many soldiers, centurions, generals, and high-ranking nobles. It could be said that the giant beside him was a four-hundred-pound killing machine, a great demon.

Tobho stammered a lie: "Ser Gregor, I'm not unhappy."

"Oh, there's no need to lie. I can see it," the Mountain glared at Tobho.

Tobho was also a sturdy man, quite tall, with strong arms and muscles from long-term forging, and a fierce presence, but in front of the Mountain, he was just a half-grown child, without any prestige or aura.

"Uh, my lord, you want me to forge weapons, and I will do my best to forge them for you. When the weapons are finished, I beg you to let me go back," Tobho spoke still stuttering, but better than before.

"Alright!"

Tobho didn't dare to believe the Mountain's words. According to rumors, not a single word of the Mountain's could be trusted.

"My lord, is it true?"

"Do you want me to swear?"

The Mountain asked casually, and Tobho had already lost all courage, shut up awkwardly, his heart beating like a drum, his mouth dry, and his hands and feet weak. The Mountain's question probably meant he was angry.

It wouldn't be surprising if the Mountain tore him apart when angry.

Rumor had it that this demon dared to kill his own father, sister, and two wives. What was a blacksmith with a different surname to him? His life was as cheap as a cat or dog in the Mountain's eyes.

The Mountain glanced at Tobho and said solemnly: "Alright, I swear, I swear in the name of House Clegane's honor and the Seven Gods, as long as Master Tobho Mott forges the weapon I want, I will let him go home."

Tobho stole a glance at the Mountain, and the Mountain's expression didn't seem fake.

Even the most daring person wouldn't dare to swear falsely in the name of the Seven Gods!

Master Tobho's heart was therefore much more at ease.

The Mountain finished swearing and smiled: "Master Tobho, I want you to forge a knife for me first."

"What kind of knife?"

Tobho was a passionate researcher of weapons and armor. Without this passion, it would be difficult for him to become the head of the blacksmiths on the Street of Steel, revered as a master by his peers.

"A face knife!" The Mountain smiled.

Master Tobho was stunned. It was the first time he had heard of a 'face knife'.