The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Gregor's appetite was astonishing.

It was several times that of an ordinary person.

A table full of meat, bread, lettuce, pastries, and bacon soup, along with the most renowned Arbor wine, was all swallowed into his stomach.

He even finished off four glass jars of honey used for spreading on bread. Although the glass jars weren't large, it would take the Earl himself more than seven days to finish just one.

The golden honey was perfectly edible on its own.

Gregor didn't treat the honey as honey, but rather as a kind of snack.

Many things in this world were primitive, crude, and backward; but many things were also wonderful. The sky, the earth, and the water were all very clear and bright, without any worry of smog. Plant-based dishes and animal-based dishes were all good things. The honey was definitely genuine and unadulterated, with no additives or adulteration, and since Gregor was eating the Earl's food, he indulged himself to the fullest.

Earl Osgrey noticed that Gregor was drinking less wine.

Although he was still drinking, he wasn't doing so frequently.

The Earl not seeing Ser Gregor drinking like water made him feel more at ease.

He was afraid Ser Gregor would get drunk and cause trouble.

This mad dog couldn't be beaten or scolded, he could only be appeased with smiles, respectfully welcomed and seen off, and everything would be fine.

Soon he would be Tywin Lannister's son-in-law, and his relationship with Casterly Rock would be the closest possible outside of blood ties. Recently, he had also gained Tywin's increased importance, and in Earl Osgrey's eyes, he was practically considered a member of Tywin Lannister's family.

Earl Osgrey was also a Lannister, although from a branch family, but his Lannisport could be taken away with just a word from Tywin. Earl Osgrey knew very well who he could provoke and who he couldn't touch.

Finally, after accompanying the Mountain through the meal without any surprises, Earl Osgrey secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the Mountain. The Mountain, having eaten his fill, didn't have any murderous intent in his eyes, and the redness on his face wasn't from wine, but rather from eating so heartily and vigorously.

This made the Earl very relieved.

He liked the 'civilized' Mountain.

Earl Osgrey was a cultivated knight. The crude Mountain was someone he always treated with respect but definitely wanted to keep his distance from. He felt comfortable with this kind of Mountain who didn't burp after eating, didn't glare, and didn't curse.

The grace of the Seven Gods was miraculous.

Earl Osgrey had absolute faith in the Seven Gods, just like other nobles in the Westerlands.

"Ser, would you like to take a walk in the garden? I have tall mulberry trees transplanted from across the Narrow Sea, which I spent a fortune on. They're completely different from our local mulberry trees, and the trees are already full of mulberries, as beautiful as purple pearls. Would you like to see them?" the Earl asked enthusiastically.

Mulberry trees also existed on the continent of Westeros, but they were very short and had pitifully small leaves, as cheap as grass, and couldn't be used to raise silkworms. The continent also didn't have silk; all silk came from the East, imported from the Free City of Pentos across the Narrow Sea, via a maritime 'Silk Road'.

"Mulberry trees?" Gregor's eyes lit up for a moment, then became indifferent.

Well, his old home before he transmigrated was a mulberry tree production team.

They were absolutely dedicated to growing mulberry trees and raising silkworms; every household was skilled in the trade.

There were several large silkworm-raising countries in the eastern continent of Essos, and silk was their specialty, expensive and in high demand on the continent of Westeros. Essos had a mature and commercially integrated system of silkworm rearing, spinning, silk production, and garment making.

The 'expensive Eastern mulberry tree' that Earl Osgrey regarded as a treasure held no attraction for Gregor. Before he transmigrated, he had been playing on mulberry trees since he was a little kid.

Mulberry trees!

Going a step further, developing mulberry tree planting and silkworm rearing for textile production? Opening up another Silk Road?

Forget it, don't think that science and engineering guys are really omnipotent and invincible. Planting mulberry trees was no problem, raising silkworms was barely manageable, but textiles… Gregor had never come into contact with them in his previous life. Frankly, he didn't understand the technology to forcibly create a textile industry under these agricultural conditions.

However, having read some history books, he knew that there was a great person in history who easily learned and quickly surpassed the textile industry that was flourishing in another country. That method was ingenious, and he could just pull it out of Gregor's mind and use it.

In a good season like summer, the Westerlands could become a small silkworm-raising country in just one year, and in two years, it could become a large country, and silk that was in short supply throughout the continent would appear in the Westerlands.

However, Gregor didn't move at the Earl's 'grand invitation', and he didn't have the mind to engage in the textile industry.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.

He was too lazy to mess with the textile industry right now.

Earl Osgrey enthusiastically invited Gregor to taste the mulberries and admire his Eastern mulberry trees, but Gregor just glanced at the Earl without any feeling and closed his eyes. He had eaten too much, and after a burp, he wanted to rest and relieve the fullness.

The Mountain's crudeness coupled with absolute arrogance made Earl Osgrey feel embarrassed.

As expected, he was still the same barbaric Mountain as before. When faced with his invitation, not only did he not go, but he didn't even answer, and just glanced with his eyes as a response. This was very rude.

In terms of title rank, the Earl was higher than Gregor.

But in front of Gregor, all title ranks were bullshit. The ranks and positions of the two people seemed to be reversed.

Earl Osgrey decided to suggest another topic that could arouse Gregor's interest. It was rare for Gregor to be so 'civilized' today, and it was a rare opportunity to win his favor, which could also show goodwill to Duke Tywin.

Earl Osgrey tried his best to implement Duke Tywin's policy of replacing 'iron' with 'wood'. If he could get Gregor to inadvertently 'let slip' a word in front of Tywin, that would be beneficial.

"Ser, I recently bought two good swords from the weapons shop of Master Tobho Mott in King's Landing. Would you like to take a look? If you like them, I'll give you one. Although you may not use it, you can give it to a deserving subordinate. Master Tobho Mott's swords are truly exquisite. I waited in line for more than half a year to get these two, and they weren't cheap!" Earl Osgrey knew that the Mountain liked swords, loved swords, especially Master Tobho Mott's weapons. This immediately hit the Mountain's weak spot, and he hoped to win his favor.

Master Tobho Mott?

This time, Gregor didn't even open his eyes, and just grunted in response.

Tobho Mott was already at Clegane's Hold; the Mountain wouldn't lack real good weapons from a master, rather than commodity weapons.

In the future, he would just let the Earl come to Clegane's Hold to ask the Mountain for good armor, helmets, and swords.

That stubborn blacksmith apprentice, Gendry, was really an honest and good person. As long as he had a hammer, iron ore, and a blacksmith shop, he would be full of energy, working hard as if he had forgotten that he had been abducted by the Mountain.

Having iron to forge gave him peace of mind. The Mountain had also promised him a gold dragon a month, which was impossible under his master, and even thinking about it was a luxury.

For more than ten days, Gendry had been full of energy in the blacksmith shop on the Clegane lands, forging weapons and armor. The Mountain was even considering finding him an apprentice.

A good blacksmith master with royal blood!

As for Master Tobho Mott, he had entered the role set for him by the Mountain even earlier than Gendry. The master was the general manager of the blacksmith weapon shop and noodle-making machinery, a civil servant. A week ago, the Mountain promised that as long as Tobho agreed to bring his wife and children over and swear allegiance to the Mountain in the sept, he would consider bestowing him with the honor of knighthood.

Tobho Mott didn't even pretend to think for a moment and agreed immediately.

In a while, Tobho Mott's family would be settled in Clegane Village. The King's Landing kidnapping case? It never happened!

For the knightly honor that was more precious than life, the Mountain was willing to wholesale it if there were excellent talents. For example, the increasingly obedient Gendry. The Mountain not only considered giving him knightly honor, but also considered giving him a surname: Clegane.

The Mountain, feeling broad-minded and content, closed his eyes and snored. Faced with the Mountain's crudeness, Earl Osgrey gave a dry laugh and left on his own.

An hour later, the sound of hurried footsteps came running towards the Mountain from the garden. Perhaps because he had done too many unconscionable and wicked bloody things, even in his sleep, the Mountain's vigilance was very high, as if it were an animal's instinct.

The Mountain opened his eyes and saw several centurions with bruised noses and swollen faces, and several of his wolfish and fierce-looking thug subordinates.

The leader was the most capable executioner, Dunsen Clegane.

This kid's style had recently become a bit like Polliver's, which was not a good sign.

"Lord, thank you to the centurion brothers for their accommodation. Everything has been taken care of," Dunsen said respectfully in front of Gregor, as if he were a serious elementary school student facing his homeroom teacher.

"Everything has been taken care of?"

"Yes, Lord, everything has been taken care of."

"Alright, let's go back."

"Lord, shouldn't we say goodbye to Earl Osgrey?"

"No need!"

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