"I know he is still alive." Oberyn continued, with an almost obsessive hatred in his voice. "Although Ser Corleone severely injured him outside House of Order and cut his tongue, he is not dead. I know that he is still in the ward of the Red Keep, receiving treatment from the maester."
As he spoke, he took a step forward and looked directly into Tywin's eyes.
"I demand that Gregor Clegane be summoned and confronted with this guy!"
"Let's hear what kind of stories these two people who "executed orders" together in the Red Fort would tell."
Silence.
A long silence.
There is only the sound of rain, tapping on the windows and hitting everyone's nerves.
Tywin Lannister slowly raised his head.
His gaze passed over Oberyn and finally settled on Corleone's face.
Farmer, who was canonized as a knight by him, still stood there calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
But Tywin knew that he arranged all this.
Find Lochy, torture him, bring him to King's Landing, show up at the Royal Council, and force Oberyn to confront...
Every step was calculated, just to force him into a corner.
"Gregor Clegane Ser." Tywin spoke slowly, and each word seemed to be chiseled out of a crack in the stone. "He is currently lying in the ward of the Red Keep, with serious injuries that have not healed, and he cannot move or speak."
"And all this is thanks to our Ser Corleone."
"In House of Order, he cut off Clegane Ser's tongue, broke several of his ribs, and left fatal sword wounds on his chest and joints."
His tone was calm, as if he was stating the facts.
But when she heard the name of the Mountain, Cersei's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slumped in her chair.
But Oberyn was unmoved.
The Prince of Dorne maintained his lazy sitting posture, but the light in his black eyes was as sharp as a knife.
"The serious injury has not healed?" He sneered, obviously not believing it. "Lord Tywin, as far as I know, that happened more than half a month ago."
"With the Maester Medicine of the Red Keep and the financial resources of the Lannister family, any expensive medicinal materials will not be a problem. Clegane Ser should be able to get out of bed and move around."
He paused and mocked meaningfully. "Unless the knight serving the Lannister family is injured, Lord Tywin is not even willing to provide him with treatment..."
Such blunt sarcasm made Tywin frown slightly.
However, just when he was about to say something, Corleone on the side suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, and it was clearly audible in the silence of Council Chamber: "Speaking of...
"I heard some interesting stories in Flea Bottom."
With that said, he released his hand holding Lochy's arm and took two steps forward.
Lochy lost support and almost fell down when his legs went weak, but Corleone didn't look back at him and just let him collapse on the ground, like a puddle of mud.
"Rumors say that the Red Keep has recently ordered large quantities of poppy milk, spider maggot ointment, and healing herbs from the Summer Isles... enough to treat an entire army of wounded."
Corleone walked to the long table and gently brushed his fingers across the smooth tabletop.
"I'm curious, is there any fighting in the Red Keep recently, or... is someone receiving very, very special treatment?"
As he said that, he turned his eyes to Cersei, and Queen Mother's body suddenly became visibly stiff.
"Cersei." Tywin naturally looked at his daughter. "Do you know what Ser Corleone said?"
Cersei's throat moved.
She wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
She could feel her father's gaze, that look she was so familiar with.
Growing up, whenever she made a mistake, whenever she lied, whenever she did something he considered "stupid", her father would look at her like this.
As if to say: I know what you are thinking, I know what you did, now, admit it.
Yes, she did privately order Qyburn to heal Clegane because she needed him.
Joffrey is dead, Jaime is gone, that Tyrion of Tyrion is still alive, and my father's thoughts are all on that damn Farmer.
She needs a weapon, a powerful and obedient weapon that belongs only to her.
Clegane is that weapon.
If he died, she would really have nothing.
By chance, she met Qiongben, who had fled to King's Landing to seek a living. The weirdo who claimed to be expelled from the city said frankly that he knew how to conduct experiments on corpses and used darkness Magic to treat injuries.
So, she asked Qyburn to treat Clegane secretly, and she did not care about using any means.
She only wanted Clegane to survive, as long as he could still be used by her.
But she didn't expect that Corleone would know about this matter!
This damn Farmer, how far can his eyes see and how much can his ears hear?
If possible, Cersei really wanted to order the Kingsguard to kill Corleone right now, but she couldn't do it. After all, not long ago, even her father, who had almost never experienced failure, had to choose to compromise under the other party's design.
Now I have absolutely no ability to compete with it.
"I...
"I don't know what you are talking about, Ser Corleone. Red Fort's purchases are all recorded. If you have any questions, you can check the books...
"Account books can be falsified."
Corleone mercilessly interrupted Cersei who was trying to argue, "But not a living person."
He turned around and faced Tywin.
"Lord Tywin, if you don't believe my rumors," then we can go and see for ourselves how seriously injured Clegane Ser is, or...
"We can ask Queen Mother Your Majesty. After all, she is the owner of the Red Keep. She should know best about the health status of Lannister Knights who serves Lannister Knights."
Hearing this, Tywin's eyes returned to Cersei's face.
This time, there was something in his eyes, as if he finally saw his daughter's stupidity and the pathetic role she played in this power game.
"Cersei," Tywin said, no emotion in his voice. "I want to hear the truth."
Hearing this, Cersei's breathing quickened.
She wanted to deny it, but immediately rejected the idea of denying it.
Corleone I am so sure, there must be evidence. If she chooses to lie and is exposed by the other party, what will her father think of her then?
A complete idiot.
A loser who can't even tell a lie.
No.
She can't do that.
She is Cersei Lannister, the daughter of the Seven Kingdoms Queen Mother, the Duke of Casterly Rock!
The heart.. is."
One word came out from Cersei's teeth, so softly that it was almost inaudible.
Hearing this, Tywin didn't react at all. He just looked at his daughter for a long time, and then nodded slowly.
"Very good," he said.
Then he turned to the door and ordered, "Go and bring Gregor Clegane Ser."
This sentence was said to the guard at the door.
The two Lannister guards bowed their heads and accepted the order, turned around and left quickly, their footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.
Council Chamber fell into silence again.
Everyone is waiting.
Time passes very slowly.
Every second feels like a year.
The sound of rain outside the window continued, pattering, like an endless torture.
Finally, footsteps sounded again.
Heavy, slow, step by step, like the footsteps of a giant stepping on the stone road.
There was a sense of mental oppression in the footsteps, which made people instinctively want to retreat and escape.
Creak~~~~The door opened.
The first person who appeared at the door was an old man with gray hair.
He was wearing a dark gray robe, which was stained with suspicious dark stains, like dried blood or the residue of some kind of medicine. His face was thin and pale, his eyes were sunken, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
That smile made people feel uncomfortable, as if they were looking at an experiment rather than a living person.
Qyburn walked into Council Chamber and bowed slightly. "Lord Tywin, Queen Mother Your Majesty, ladies and gentlemen."
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and then he stepped aside.
The moment the figure appeared at the door, the air in Council Chamber seemed to freeze.
The man wore special armor, which was twice as thick as an ordinary knight's plate armor. There were ferocious spikes on the joints, and the three black dogs of the Clegane family were engraved on the chest.
The armor is black, but there are dark red marks on some parts, like blood stains that can never be washed away.
He wears a fully enclosed helmet, leaving only slits for the eyes. The helmet is shaped like a demon's head, with curved horns on his forehead, and a snarling dog's mouth carved on the visor.
Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, everyone knew it was him.
Magic Mountain.
Because just standing there, his size gives people a breathtaking sense of oppression. You need to lower your head slightly when entering the door. He is so strong that the special armor looks tight, his shoulders are as wide as door panels, his arms are as thick as tree trunks, and his palms are so big that it seems that he can easily hold a person's head and crush it!
The Magic Mountain walked very slowly, and every step was as heavy as tapping the ground.
But the most terrifying thing is his eyes, which are exposed from the eye slits of the helmet.
Scarlet bloodshot eyes covered the whites of his eyes, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead. There was no rational light in his eyes, only pure and naked violence.
They didn't look like human eyes at all, they were almost the same as those of beasts.
His eyes swept over Council Chamber, like a wild dog looking for prey or a target to bite, and then stopped on Corleone.
At that moment, there was an almost substantial murderous intent in the air.
Clegane's body tensed suddenly, his huge palms instantly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he let out a low roar similar to the roar of a wild beast.
The scarlet light in his eyes grew stronger, and he took a heavy step forward with such force that even the floor groaned under the weight.
"Clegane!"
Upon seeing this, Cobain immediately shouted sharply.
The sound was not loud, but Clegane's movements suddenly stopped.
He turned his head to look at Cobain, his eyes were still violent, but there seemed to be a little more... obedience?
Immediately afterwards, Cobain walked up to him and whispered something.
Clegane's body slowly relaxed, and the hand holding the sword loosened, but he still stared at Corleone, the hatred in his eyes so thick that it almost bled.
Everyone in Council Chamber held their breath.
The little king had never seen such a scene before. He immediately shrank in his chair and turned pale. He covered his mouth tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of screaming.
At this time, the Prince of Dorne finally stood up.
Oberyn glared at the Mountain, his black eyes burning with seventeen years of accumulated fire.
His body was as tense as a fully drawn bow, and his fingers gently rubbed the poison-quenched dagger at his waist. His long years of Mercenary career allowed him to instinctively start to calculate the distance and angle of his hand.
But Corleone not far away winked at Oberyn, which made him calm down a little.
"Gregor Clegane."
Oberyn let go of the dagger, but still stared at the opponent.
Hearing this, Mo Shan turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were still violent, but there seemed to be a little more confusion, as if he was trying to remember who this person was.
"Do you remember me?" Oberyn took a step forward.
Mo Shan did not respond, but a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and then he was quickly occupied by violence, glaring in the direction of Corleone.
He growled low, as if saying that no one else is important, only the person who cut out my tongue...
"It seems you forgot."
Seeing this, there was a hint of sarcasm in Oberyn's voice.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and looked at Amory Lochy, who was paralyzed on the ground, and pointed at the Magic Mountain.
"Do you remember this person?"
Lochy was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, his pants were all wet, and his lips were trembling, trying to deny it. After all, he had worked with Magic Mountain for so many years, and he really knew this guy's cruelty and violence too well.
If he identifies the Magic Mountain in front of everyone, he will definitely die miserably!
But...
When Lochy looked up, he saw Corleone's dark eyes, as if he suddenly remembered some not-so-pleasant memories, and shuddered all over.
"Yes... he is Gregor Clegane Ser, we all call him The Mountain"!
"Very good."
"So, tell us, what did you do with this man at the Red Fort seventeen years ago?"
"He... he...
"He killed Princess Yi Lia... He raped her and then strangled her to death...
, as soon as these words came out, the anger in Oberyn's eyes became even higher.
"There's more!"
"Princess Rhaenys..." Lochy murmured, "I... I dragged her out from under the bed. She kept screaming and crying... I stabbed her... many times...
Lochy couldn't speak anymore. His body began to tremble violently, and tears and nasal mucus flowed down together.
Lift your head.
The light moves between the Magic Mountain and Corleone, as if thinking about which one will have more serious consequences if offended.
But no matter how he thought about it, he finally came up with an answer that neither of them could afford to offend.
"Who"
Seeing that Lochy was about to collapse, Oberyn decided to strike while the iron was hot. He took a step forward and asked angrily, "Tell me! Who gave the order? Who asked you to go to the Red Keep to kill them!"
Hearing this, Lochy moved his lips and instinctively looked at Tywin.
This time, his gaze stayed for a long time.
Everyone can guess the answer.
But at this moment, Tywin suddenly spoke.
"Lochy Ser."
"You should think carefully before you answer. There may be errors in memory about old things from seventeen years ago. Are you sure everything you said is true?"
This sentence sounds like a reminder.
But everyone present could hear the threat.
Hearing this, Lochy's body trembled even more.
He looked back at Corleone, the demon who dragged him out of the dungeons of Harrenhal and tortured him in every possible way to force him to speak.
The other party didn't speak.
He just looked at Lochy. There was no emotion in those eyes, only a bottomless darkness.
As if to say: Say it, say it, say that name.
Lochy Take a deep breath.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"The order is...
The words have not yet fallen.
A huge, iron-gloved hand stretched out from the side without any warning and held Lochy's head.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Lochy's eyes suddenly opened wide, his mouth still kept the shape of speaking, but his voice stopped suddenly.
Because that hand...
Hold tightly suddenly.
Then.
Poof!
Not loud.
Like a ripe watermelon being smashed.
The sounds of skull shattering and blood gushing were mixed together, and Lochy's head deformed in the iron gloves.
Magic Mountain let go of his hand.
Bang!
The corpse fell softly to the ground, and the blood spurted from the broken neck splashed into a large fan-shaped pattern on the floor. His head was already shapeless, like a crushed apple, with white brains and red blood mixed together, dripping from between the fingers of the iron gloves.
Everything happened too fast.
It was so fast that no one reacted.
Even Corleone just narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then...
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Screams sounded.
It's Tommen.
The eight-year-old king jumped up from his chair, covered his eyes with his hands, and let out a sharp scream.
Immediately afterwards, Mace Tyrell jumped up from the chair, his fat body knocked over the chair, and he fell backwards and hit the wall, making a dull sound.
Cersei also stood up, but her movements were slow and there was no emotion in her eyes.
It seemed as if everything happening in front of her had nothing to do with her, as if she was just a bystander, watching an absurd drama.
Oberyn was the last to react. He slowly straightened up and turned his head to look at Clegane. In his eyes, the eagerness and expectation were no longer there, replaced by bottomless cold hatred.
"You...
He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Kill him."
Hearing this, Clegane turned his head and looked at Oberyn. The eyes under the helmet were still scarlet and violent.
He raised his hand, which was stained with brains and blood, and wiped it on the armor casually. The movement was as natural as wiping off dust.
Then, he tilted his head slightly.
As if to say.
Yes.
I killed him.
How?