The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Count Audre was surprised to see Master Tobmott, but then he understood.

Since it was Master Tob, it was highly likely that he could design the noodle-making machine. As a smart man, Count Audre had a clear choice: to voice his doubts or keep them to himself.

Moreover, with Master Tob here, a master of weapons and machinery, Count Audre knew that any suspicion was unimportant.

A person who can be called a master is not only skilled in blacksmithing and weapons but also in manufacturing siege and assault machinery, as well as exquisite iron crafts and practical ironware, such as tableware and farm tools.

A master is not just a skilled craftsman but also represents proven extraordinary creativity in the field of ironware.

Count Audre was approachable to ordinary people, let alone a master. He immediately stepped forward to shake hands and embrace the master but was interrupted by the Mountain. The Mountain reached out to stop him and said, "Now that you've seen him, let's drink!"

*

Keechwick's head was truly gifted, not only was it particularly large, but his forehead protruded like a spatula, and the key was that his chin also protruded, which turned into two spatulas.

Polliver fell in love with Keechwick at first sight.

The first thing Polliver decided to do was to invite Keechwick to visit his art room. It was a room filled with many glass bottles, and the bottles were filled with wine, and the wine was filled with many organs, fingers, and many other kinds of things.

Polliver felt that if Keechwick's head were cut off and made into a work of art, it would be a unique masterpiece, unparalleled throughout the ages, second to none.

But Polliver knew that if his head was cut off, Keechwick would die, which was unacceptable to Lord Mountain, so he must not cut off Keechwick's head now. But he could place an order first, in case someone else took Keechwick's head first in the future!

"Lord!" Polliver said humbly.

Keechwick stared at Polliver, his gaze like sharp hooks, and few people were not afraid, but Polliver felt nothing.

Keechwick stared at Polliver without speaking.

This Polliver guy clearly looked like a patient, but he was a knight with status, and he also had two guards beside him.

Although Keechwick's reputation in Lannisport was not small, he was not a knight, nor did he have his own surname. Therefore, Keechwick was not a lord.

He stared at Polliver without saying a word!

"Lord! I want to pre-order your head. Your head is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, extremely beautiful, unique, and there is no such wonderful thing in the world. I beg you, allow me to cut off your head after your death and soak it in a large wine vat to make it into a work of art."

Keechwick tilted his head and stared at Polliver without saying a word. He was a little puzzled. Are all of Lord Mountain's subordinates like this? This guy is completely abnormal!

Polliver suddenly showed a look of great joy: "Lord, you agreed so readily, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Keechwick didn't say a word, but Polliver happily thought that Keechwick had agreed: default!

Mysterious logic!

"Lord, you are free now, let's go back to Clegane now, I want to take you to visit my art room. I bet you will fall in love with it deeply at first sight, my art room, only lacks your head, this rare treasure."

"I have something to do! You go back and tell Lord Mountain that I will come to Clegane after I finish my business," Keechwick said coldly.

"Oh, I see, you are going to the brothel. Although I am newly married, I must accompany you, my good brother."

"I'm not going to the brothel!"

"Go to the bathhouse, that's fine too! Let's go, let's go!"

"I'm not going to the bathhouse either!"

"Oh, I see, you want to go to the casino to have fun and leave!"

Keechwick stared carefully at Polliver and no longer thought that this guy was a psychopath. This dog thing presumptuously thought that he would 'donate' his head to him, and then he no longer called him lord.

Being called lord did feel strangely comfortable.

"Knight Polliver, I am not going to the casino, nor am I going to the restaurant! I am going to find someone."

"Who?"

"Stinkmouth."

"The guy who reported you to Count Audre and got you arrested and put in the black prison?"

"Yes!"

"That won't work." Polliver said decisively, "Lord Mountain swore to Count Audre in the name of family honor and the Seven Gods that you are not allowed to kill anyone in Lannisport. But..." Polliver grinned, "To thank you for being willing to have your head made into a work of art for me, I can kill him for you, and if you want to do it yourself, we can just catch Stinkmouth outside the city."

"Good idea!" Keechwick said indifferently.

"There are tens of thousands of people in Lannisport, that guy must be hiding. Where are we going to find him? If I were Stinkmouth, I would have left Lannisport."

"He didn't leave. After I was arrested, he came to see me in the black prison and said that he would not leave until he saw my head chopped off with his own eyes."

"Isn't he afraid of being caught and beaten to death by your brothers outside?"

"He's afraid!"

"But he still has to wait until the day you die, he wants to see you die with his own eyes?"

"Yes!"

"Who did you kill from his family? His wife, parents, or siblings?"

"I killed his boss, Eggon!"

"Avenging his boss, this kind of person should not die!" Polliver said with sincere admiration, "Keechwick, let's let him go. Besides, we can't find him. Let's go back to Clegane first."

"As long as I come out, I will definitely find him!" Keechwick said coldly.

*

Slap!

A loud slap.

The beggar boy who was hit staggered, and the cloth bag on his shoulder fell with the shaking of his body. The broken bowl, gray cloak, and other things in the bag scattered all over the ground, and a fine short sword also fell out, gleaming coldly.

This good sword was picked up by a dirty, thick hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good sword. Where did you steal this from, kid?"

The leader of the hooligans who was holding the sword and admiring it was not angry when he heard this, and smiled: "Brothers, tear his stinking mouth apart and take off his pants."

Bang!

The Stinkmouth boy took the lead and punched one person in the bridge of the nose, knocking the enemy unconscious, and the person who was beaten fell backward.

Thus, a melee of one against twenty began.

The boy was agile and his fists and feet were heavy. He knocked down several people in the blink of an eye, and for a while, the other boys did not dare to approach.

The boss who was playing with the short sword in his hand could no longer laugh and roared: "Dare to beg in my territory and dare to hurt my people, brothers, show your weapons and cripple him."

So, short knives, daggers, and kitchen knives were revealed and slashed at the beggar boy together. In just a short while, although the boy surrounded in the core knocked down several more people, he was also cut in the chest, back, arms, and lower abdomen.

Blood splattered, and the cuts were so deep that the bone was visible!

He avoided several stabs to vital points with the dagger.

"Kill him!" the boss roared. The bloody smell and the brothers who were knocked down again aroused his ferocity.

More than a dozen knives were raised again, and the boy's movements were no longer agile. He smiled and said, "Kill your grandpa, and you are still my grandsons."

The hooligan boss was furious and joined the battle with his sword.

"Get out of the way!" a voice came.

The voice was not loud, but it made people feel like they had fallen into an ice cave.

Everyone involuntarily shivered.

Turning around, a uniquely shaped man with a particularly large head and a terrible scar on his forehead was walking over.

Behind him, there were three other people, one of whom was a tall, bald man whose breastplate was engraved with the black three-dog pattern that made both villains and good people tremble.

Thank you chua534 for the reward, thank you!