GOT: TFD 6 - Ruthless Road

TAP* *TAP

The sound of the hooves of horses resounded on the dirt road called River Road. The Wendish town was not too far away from Riverrun. In fact, Wendish Town was a region that came directly under Lord Hoster Tully, but he had given the town and its surrounding lands to his knight. Now, Ragnar owned it unilaterally.

As they moved toward the south, the scenery started to change, the landscape became more colourful with fields of grass and crops on the sides of the road. Flowers and trees were in abundance, but not much crowd was on the road.

Riverlands was a region said to focus mostly on fishing, cattle, and crops, and their

rivers serve a dual purpose of keeping their land perpetually fertile as well as providing fast and easy transportation for their goods. It was a good place to be, but other than these food items, the trade was limited, the rivers were also more prepared as modes of transportation.

Ragnar had read that the most prosperous regions in Westeros were Westerlands and The Reach, as these two had a vast amount of fertile lands and mineral wealth. The richest, however, was Westerlands, as they boasted the most gold and silver mines.

A saying was famous in Westeros, The Reach and the Riverlands feed the realm, but the Westerlands enrich it.

...

"Monty feels itchy butt," said the gentle giant as he slowed down his chariot. They had been travelling non-stop for more than 2 hours now. The whole way should have only taken them an hour but because of the crap roads, it took them so long.

"Fine, let's have some rest, you calm your ass as well. I will cook some nice fish I bought from Riverrun." Ragnar asked the coachman to park on the side.

"M-My Lord, it's not safe to be here. We are close to the Westerlands, thieves are common near the borders, as it's the best place to plunder merchants,"

"Calm down, Rupert. Do you even see the size of both of us? Even if there are a dozen thieves we can easily chop them in half." Ragnar assured him and went to light some fire on the side of the road.

"Monty do leaky-leaky..." Monty ran into the small forest to pee. The big man used his own name every time because he just loves it. The poor guy was never treated with love and respect in his life, so now, he was just enjoying every moment of it. He got what he unconsciously desired the most from Ragnar, dignity.

Yet, Ragnar had no idea about Monty's past, as the guy lacked the mental abilities to articulate his life story. But hopefully, someday he will get better and tell everything.

"Where did you find that man, my lord?" Rupert asked him.

Ragnar remembered the day he saw him, "On this very land we all live on, just scared and mistreated. All right, tell me, have you ever eaten spiced fish? I've felt the

food in Westeros is really bland. These spices are from my vast farms in Essos. Taste them,"

Ragnar was used to 21st-century tasty food from Earth. He even had spices that were not present in this world and had carefully engineered them with Spagyric(or plant alchemy) to grow only if he wanted them to. He understood the vast knowledge and the upper hand he had over the rest of the world, he was surely going to exploit it to his advantage, none shall receive any free meals from him.

Rupert took a bite of the grilled fish, poured with some powder that he could see was spices. It was a hot spice mixture, usually of ground coriander, cumin, cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, and pepper. Ragnar used this mix in nearly every dish.

COUGH* "This is so tasty... but! Ah, my tongue is burning."

"I nearly forgot you guys are not tolerant to this stuff. Here, drink some milk." Ragnar handed him a leather pouch.

But Ruper denied, "Water... give me water."

"Fool, you don't understand science. Water will make your throat burn more. Milk helps better. Try it," Ragnar shoved it at him.

Rupert needed something, anything watery. He just drank the milk and waited. Eventually, the heat did subside, "I... how are you so wise in the ways of science?"

"Huh, I might look like a savage, but not even the pedo Arch Maesters of that rotten citadel can stand against me in a debate. Here, use this cream to dip the fish, it will help with spice. Ugh... Where is Monty now, his fish is getting cold?"

He got up and headed into the small forest to find his dear butler. ...

Monty had gone to pee behind some trees, he had been holding it for a while now, but the bad road made his bladder nearly burst. Being a giant man, he peed rivers at a stretch. A tree would feel honoured to be watered so much.

He kept whistling his favourite tunes and humming something. Life had never been better for him. Though he didn't like the weather of Westeros, as he was used to the warmth of Essos ever since he was a babe.

But, the big man found something strange. The birds were tweeting beside his ears, warning him of some danger. Yet he ignored it and finished his deed. "Hehe... feel

good now. *Growl* Tummy empty!"

"Then let me cut it OPEN!"

All of a sudden, a shout resounded and a man jumped down from the tree, a short sword in his hand. He intended to stab Monty's neck, so he latched onto his back. "DIE!"

However, Monty may not be intellectually gifted and slow in the head, one thing he was not bad at was fighting.

"Little bad man... I kill," *BAM* With no care at all, Monty slammed his back onto a thick tree.

"Ugh... AAAA..." The assailant cried in pain as he found his body being crushed. His rib cage broke entirely with the sound of crunch, they even stabbed his heart.

But Monty was a ruthless person, he was taught to be ruthless in fights. Meereen's fighting pits were not kind to those who showed weakness.

Crunch* He pressed the man so hard, the tree started to fall, along with that, his skull cracked open. He had died long ago though, this was just tasteless dessert.

However, the ambush was far from over. The thief had 5 more mates, but they were just too shocked by the brutality that they forgot to act in time. And now, when they did, it was the worst time.

"More little people!" Monty exclaimed and uprooted a small tree beside him, aiming

to use it as a club.

The five thieves timidly came towards him, jumping around. They had worn light leather armour, but sadly, that only saved one from stabs and slash, not from a 500- kilo tree trunk.

BAM* "Puny little man! Break easy!"

He slammed first on the head of one, and it caved into his chest like a plastic doll. It was a gruesome sight that made others fear it. Their fight or flight response fooled them and they ended up fighting.

Now with only four more left, Monty roared loudly to assert dominance, "RAAAAAA!"

His dominance did make them pee their pants, two of them decided to run away, while the strongest of them stayed behind, challenging Monty, "I shall slay you, beastly human."

SLASH*

"You want to slay my butler?"

A third voice reached their ears. Ragnar had arrived, his longsword, Lothbrok, was already bathing in the blood of the two who ran away earlier. Their bodies now lay on the forest ground, halved in from the middle.

With no care at all, he walked forward. No human in the world could make him go serious in a fight, another reason why he wanted an easy life now. "Monty, you fine?"

"Big brother, Monty kill two... Monty bad?"

Ragnar chuckled, "No, buddy. If anybody attacks you with the intent to kill, you have every right to kill them. No matter a man, woman or child. It's a savage world we live in, after all, aren't I right, dead meats?"

The fact that he was already addressing the two remaining sword wielders as dead folks scared them. Plus, Ragnar was also a man of tall and broad stature, and the odds of winning officially went to ditch.

"AAAAA..." Again, when a man is in panic, he does stupid things, such as attacking Ragnar.

TING* *SLASH*

Ragnar simply slammed his sword downward. The assailant tried to block the strike, but Lothbrok was nothing ordinary, it was a wizard's magical sword. Like a hot knife cutting butter, the enemy sword got divided in two, then it further halved the man, from head to his crotch.

"What a precise strike, even the cock was chopped from dead centre." He was proud of his work.

But he was not done, one man remained. He was scared out of his wits, knowing he can't run, he kneeled and threw the sword away. "I surrender, don't kill me."