"You are beautiful, ma'am, and I would love you to stay with me to-night. Gregor said.

“...... As you wish, my lord...... It is my pleasure to serve you......" Mrs. Allen's cheeks flushed slightly, adding to her beauty.

Gregor never considered himself a noble man, and good people were far from noble people. On the contrary, he thinks that he is very dark-bellied, and after crossing over, he has brought the demonic attributes of the Magic Mountain, he is no longer the science and engineering man he used to be, but he is not a pure Magic Mountain either.

"Madame, you have only arrived today, and you have been tortured again in the Silver Hall...... I suggest you get a good night's sleep with Andy Chariot tonight!"

Andy Charlotte – Mrs. Allen's baby son, seven years old.

Mrs. Allen looked up and looked at Gregor in disbelief at his sincerity.

Gregor understood that in Mrs. Allen's mind, in her previous understanding, she was a beast without humanity, especially to women.

Gregor was notorious for raping many commoner women and tarnishing the reputation of some noblewomen.

No dog will give up a bone to the mouth, and it's a nice fragrant meat bone. Mrs. Allen was very young, with good looks, and the most beautiful thing was her two big eyes. Moreover, the last knight's wife was more accomplished than Gregor went to rape the big-handed and rough-skinned peasant woman in the riverlands.

But Gregor rebuffed Mrs. Allen's 'dedication' with a 'gentle' rhetoric.

Mrs. Allen walked out of Gregor's room to the bachelor's apprenticeship room on the second floor, and when she held her seven-year-old son in her arms, she was in a trance, and she couldn't believe it was true.

That night, Mrs. Allen had trouble sleeping.

The son next to her was at ease because of his mother's company, and he slept soundly and sweetly, but she tossed and turned by herself and found it difficult to sleep.

Gregor was 'empathetic' and had a sensible and respectful attitude towards a lady that she had never heard of.

This Lord Gregor is not the same as the rumored vulgar and unblinking Demon Mountain-sama. Mrs. Allen, who had escaped the catastrophe, was in a strange mood, and her intuition told her that this Gregor was not as bloody and terrible as rumored. He is not as brutal as a beast to women.

To Mrs. Allen's amazement, Gregor was so clever that he had come up with a wonderful way of filtering the salt. From the construction of the cross, the filtration of the salt residue, and the bitterness of the boiling water, Mrs. Allen felt that Master Gregor had the wisdom of a bachelor.

When leaving the door of Lord Gregor's room, Mrs. Allen couldn't help but look back, she saw the desire in Gregor eyes for her, he admired Mrs. Allen's beauty and maturity, and did not mind Mrs. being his mistress, but he first considered Mrs. Allen's abused body and severely traumatized mood, for a woman who had been in a prison car to Fort Klegan for less than a day, the physical and mental trauma and exhaustion were certain.

The trauma of losing her husband, the grievance of being forcibly slandered by the Silver Hall Salot, the pain of losing your home and personal freedom, these are all painful marks of the soul.

But since she got out of the prison car, no one in Mrs. Allen's family has been subjected to inhuman abuse, which is completely different from being tortured in the Silver Hall.

The behavior of the Silver Hall Chariot was more demonic than that of Sir Gregor.

*

Night. Castle Rock City. Lannister Main Castle.

The hairless Duke Tywin has a small personal hobby: he likes to comb his golden beard over and over again in the mirror.

Cocoa!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" said Duke Tywin.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Fellow Fellow entered, holding a parchment letter.

"Read!"

"My lord, this letter is a bit special. ”

"Oh!"

The scholar unfolded the top half of the letter on his desk and pressed the left and right corners of the top half of the letter with a ruler.

This is a long letter, with pictures and words.

Duke Tywin's face was expressionless, his pale green eyes adorned with golden yellow, and his gaze was fierce. He saw the first picture of a clay jar filled with salt, and the text below it was a note of clay jar mineral salt, and the second picture showed a man carrying a wooden bucket full of salt, and he scooped the salt into a cauldron with a wooden ladle, and the cauldron was filled with water, and a fire burned in the hole of the stove......

The third picture is a strange cross with a belly pocket-like object hanging from it, and a large wooden barrel underneath it. The text note below the picture is a snow salt filter. The text details how to use and make a snow salt filter.

The last picture shows that the filtered brine is put into a large pot and boiled again on low heat until all the water in the pot has evaporated, and only salt remains in the pot.

As Duke Tywin read the letter, Master Potter peeked at the Duke's reaction. Duke Tywin's face didn't react in any way, but his eyes flickered.

"Maester Harry's drawing is okay, but his handwriting is poor. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Let Master Harry be careful, don't get killed by the Magic Mountain. ”

"Lord Duke, this letter was addressed to you by Sir Gregor at the request of Master Harry. ”

Duke Tywin stopped his movements and looked up, his eyes strange

"Gregor asked Maester Harry to write me a letter?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Is he still Gregor? He couldn't think of these things! ”

"Yes, sir. It seems simple, but none of us thought of such a simple solution. The simple process of producing snow salt is actually full of wisdom. ”

Duke Tywin's gaze sharpened, "Bachelor, do you believe that this was created by Gregor?"

"The Seven Gods are above, I don't believe it at all!"

"I don't believe it either!"

Fellow paused and said, "My lord, there's a new invention in Gregor's letter. ”

"Oh!"

Fellow unfolded the bottom half of the letter, with a drawing of something Duke Tywin had never seen before, and the overall appearance looked like the number 6.

"What is this?"

"Mistress Gregor named it the Sentry. ”

"Sentry?"

The first time Duke Tywin heard the name, the first time he saw it.

His eyes fell on the text description: the military sentry, two iron pieces concave synthesis, there is a small iron bead in the middle of the belly, the mouth contains a flat mouth, inhalation and puffing, the air flow enters from the flat entrance, and is poured into the belly of the military post, stimulating the small iron beads in the belly of the belly to roll and increase the resistance of the airflow. The air jet ejected forcefully through the narrow holes in the whistle shell, and the iron whistle emitted a high-pitched whining sound. After training, the iron whistle can be long or short, high or low, the penetration is amazing, the high-pitched sound pierces the eardrums, and it is beneficial to give orders in the battle of the army.

Duke Tywin flipped through the words and graphics many times.

"The two narrow holes are too thin, how can the iron balls be put into the iron whistle?"

"My lord, put the iron beads in the whistle shell first, and then close the two whistle shells. ”

In this world, the level of wrought iron is already very high. Many decorations are made of iron in various decorative forms, such as flowers and grasses, figures and beasts.

"This military post was also invented by Gregor?" Lord Tywin's eyes changed, and so did his voice.

"That's what Maester Harry's letter says. "Maester Potter himself can't believe his words," said Harry, adding that the soldiers of Clegane had been trained with sentry posts, which was very useful. ”

"Write at once and tell Gregor to return to Castle Rock tomorrow with the sentry and his men. ”

"Yes, my lord!" said Master Potter, "My lord, Sir Gregor also invented something called chopsticks, and Master Harry said that he used chopsticks instead of knives, forks, and spoons to eat. ”