The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“Jeff, you're not familiar with Tiamat, you need a leash.” Jeyne said.

“A dragon won’t accept a master with a leash.” Daenerys said with certainty, “Dragons are more proud than we are. A leash would be an insult and a restraint to him.”

“Please, Your Grace, teach me how to train a dragon.” Jeff said. His voice trembled with excitement.

“Good!” The Mountain said.

“Wait a moment, Your Grace, wait a moment, I have something to say.” From among the Northern generals, Jon Umber the Small stood up. He was over two meters tall, and his coat of arms displayed a roaring giant in chains. Jon the Small was only fifteen, still a teenager, but already more robust than an adult.

The Umber family of Last Hearth in the North was said to possess giant blood. Every generation of the Umber family was tall and unusual.

“Lord Umber, what do you have to say?” The Mountain asked.

“Your Grace, one of the laws of Westeros is that taking a life requires a life. I wonder if the laws of Essos also have this provision?”

“Lord Umber, this world has always been about a life for a life, paying debts. Otherwise, how could we govern territories and countries?”

“If that's the case, then, Lord Jeff, Knight Jory Umber, Knight Roy Umber, Baron Mycah Umber, and seven Umber cavalrymen all died unjustly by the arrows of the Tiger Party's army in a non-combat situation. Please, Lord Jeff, hand over the murderers.”

Jeff was stunned!

The Elephant Party's magistrate, Joshuel, had been smiling and talking to the adults around him, but when he suddenly heard Jon the Small say these words, the smile on his face froze.

Several of the Tiger Party's generals were also shaken.

Queen Jeyne Westerling said, “Lord Umber, how could your family's knights and soldiers die from the Tiger Party's army's arrows in a peaceful, non-combat situation?”

“Your Majesty, Ser Sandor Clegane and Lord Eddard Stark, along with a thousand soldiers who went to accept the surrender, are all witnesses to this matter.”

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, keenly observing the situation, offered timely assistance: “Lord Jeff, Lord Eddard Stark came to Volantis to accept the surrender. How could your Tiger Party army shoot and kill his knights and soldiers? This is by no means a friendly act of submission.”

Lord Eddard Stark stood up and said in a deep voice: “Your Majesty, Lord Petyr, Ser Sandor Clegane and I led a thousand soldiers from the East City to the West City to accept the surrender. On the Long Bridge of Volantis, we were first intimidated by the tigers raised by Lord Jeff, which frightened our warhorses. I myself was thrown to the ground by a frightened horse and injured my arm.”

The Hound Sandor Clegane also stood up and said coldly: “Your Grace, Your Majesty, if my unicorn had not been unafraid of tigers, our surrendered soldiers would have been driven away like fleeing soldiers. To block the tiger and stabilize our position, my unicorn blocked the tiger, and I drew my longsword. To protect myself and my unicorn, I killed the tiger that attacked me.”

Littlefinger's mischievous smile hung on his lips, and his words were like knives: “Lord Jeff, are the words of Lord Eddard and Ser Sandor true?”

Jeff was speechless…

“If you can't speak, then it proves that Ser Sandor, Lord Eddard, and Lord Jon the Small have not wronged you!” Littlefinger said with a light smile.

“Daring to despise the surrendered army led by Lord Eddard, Lord Jeff is too arrogant.” Polliver Clegane stood up and shouted loudly.

The hangman Dunsen had long been filled with anger. Seeing that Jeff had no words of defense, he knew that Eddard and the others' words were not false, and not a fabrication. His anger was uncontrollable. He drew his short sword from his waist with a whoosh, and without saying a word, he pounced on Jeff.

Sweetmouth Rafford Clegane quickly grabbed the hangman Dunsen: “Don't move rashly until His Grace speaks.”

“How dare this guy be so arrogant, using tigers to frighten horses and shooting surrendered soldiers with arrows?” Dunsen shouted loudly.

A series of clanging sounds of swords being drawn rang out: Anguy Clegane, Tiamat, Jothos, Erlin, Big Head Chiswyck, Jothos Foote, Croom Warner, Landon Garth, Polliver Clegane… more than a dozen people drew their swords together, staring at the Tiger Party's Jeff and the several generals beside him.

Moreover, the two female generals beside the Queen, the close-fitting general Luke, the Kingsguard with peerless swordsmanship Bronn Swann, the fearless Barristan Selmy, the knights of the Kingsguard, the Ragged Prince of Pentos and his generals, and the Dothraki Khals and their bloodriders, all watched the Tiger Party's group with hostility.

Jeff's face turned pale: “Your Grace, I have already reported this matter to you.”

“I don't know that you used tigers to commit violence and shot my soldiers.” The Mountain said coldly.

“I was hit by several arrows and barely escaped with my life.” Jon Umber the Small tore open his robe, revealing a terrible arrow wound outside his heart.

If the arrow had been a little more off, piercing his heart, his life would have been in danger.

A general beside him tore open his clothes, revealing arrow wounds on his shoulders and back: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, if the gods had not protected him, Lord Jon the Small would have been shot to death by the Tiger Party's army.”

Lord Eddard said in a deep voice: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, nearly a hundred of our soldiers who went to accept the surrender were killed, and countless were injured.”

“Why keep such an evil person.” Big Head Chiswyck shouted. He rushed forward, his short knife gleaming. A white shadow blocked his path, “General, His Grace and Her Majesty are here, everything is decided by His Grace.”

“Ser Barristan, let me kill him first, and then I will accept His Grace's military law.”

“No!” Barristan Selmy grabbed Big Head Chiswyck's wrist and snatched his short knife.

The generals were in an uproar, uncontrollable, and shouts of abuse rose and fell. The hangman Dunsen Clegane jumped out, wanting to fight Jeff according to ancient rules.

“Lord Jeff, what do you say?” The Mountain's voice was surprisingly calm.

“Your Grace, when Lord Eddard passed the Long Bridge, he left the corpses and heads of the criminals on the Long Bridge. He violated the laws of Volantis, causing the deterrent effect of the Volantis law enforcement order to be lost, and the authority of the magistrates to be lost.” Jeff defended.

“Lord Eddard violated the laws of Volantis.” The Mountain looked at the Elephant Party magistrate Joshuel, “Lord Joshuel, may I ask which law of Volantis Lord Eddard violated by placing the corpses and heads of criminals for cremation under the Long Bridge? Please punish him according to the law.”

Eddard Stark said, “Magistrate Joshuel, I was wrong and am willing to accept the punishment of the laws of Volantis.”

Joshuel said awkwardly: “The laws of Volantis do not have a punitive law for placing the corpses and heads of criminals for cremation. It is just a tacit agreement to hang the corpses and heads of criminals to deter potential criminals in order to reduce the crime rate and maintain city治安.”

“Oh, in that case, Lord Eddard, you have violated the tacitly agreed rules, you need to apologize to the magistrates of Volantis.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Eddard Stark then apologized to Joshuel and asked for forgiveness or monetary compensation.

Joshuel accepted Eddard Stark's apology.

The Mountain looked at the Tiger Party's Jeff: “Lord Jeff, Lord Eddard violated the tacitly agreed rules of Volantis, but did not violate the relevant laws. He has apologized and received the forgiveness and acceptance of the magistrates. You led the Tiger Party army to use tigers to startle people and injure horses, and archers shot and killed nearly a hundred of my surrendered soldiers. This is a bloody case, what do you say?”