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Cersei looked at the transformed Mountain carefully with curiosity and expectation, and then couldn't help but reach out and gently tap his extremely hard armor a few times, accompanied by a crisp sound. She showed satisfaction on her face and asked Maester Qyburn beside her: "Maester Qyburn, in his current state, is Clegane capable of defeating that guy named Garon?"

Facing Cersei's question, Qyburn spread his hands helplessly and replied: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I know very little about battles, so I have no way to judge the specific standards of the strength of both sides. But as far as I know, Marquis Garon is indeed very powerful, and can be said to be the most powerful person I have ever seen in my life. Back then, we all studied under the same tutor in the Citadel, and he was simply an absolute genius. His knowledge amazed the doctors, and I have never seen anyone who is as proficient in all kinds of knowledge as he is."

However, Cersei seemed uninterested in Qyburn's story of the past, and even seemed a little irritated. She waved her hand impatiently, signaling Qyburn to stop talking, and turned to look at Varys, urging him, "Okay, I'm not interested in these things. I'm too lazy to pay attention! But what's going on with father? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Varys, tell us the news you heard before!"

Varys naturally did not dare to provoke Cersei easily, so he spoke carefully: "Okay, Your Majesty. First of all, I have to tell you an important thing. Not long ago, the fake king Viserys was poisoned to death in Storm's End. However, the hateful Targaryen rebels deliberately blocked this news, resulting in heavy losses for many of the "little birds" I sent out. But only three days later, they had reached a consensus internally and decided to let Rhaegar's son Aegon the Younger inherit the throne, and at the same time they would marry Viserys' widow, Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne, as the new queen. According to the front-line battle reports provided by Earl Randyll, the enemy's army does not seem to be affected by this change."

Cersei was furious after hearing this and cursed angrily: "Damn it! Why don't all these guys die!"

Varys continued to report, "In addition, Stannis on Dragonstone has also made some moves. His army has been moving very frequently, and it is clear that he will take some action in the near future."

Cersei frowned, she had never expected the situation to deteriorate to such an extent. She turned her head and looked at Jaime beside her, and asked anxiously: "How many troops are left in King's Landing?"

James thought for a moment, then responded, "Including the guards of the Red Keep and the gold cloaks, the total number is about 20,000, but most of them are just recruits, and their weapons and equipment are not yet complete."

Cersei took a deep breath and began to plan secretly. Suddenly she asked, "Where is my father? Why hasn't he come?" Before she finished speaking, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was suddenly knocked open. A Lannister knight rushed in panic, his face full of fear. When he saw several people in the room, he was about to speak: "Oh no! Tai..." But at this moment, a black shadow fell rapidly from the top of the door frame like a ghost. A sharp dagger flashing with cold light pierced his neck at lightning speed, and then came out of his mouth, instantly strangling his words in his throat before he could say them.

It turned out that Arya was listening to Varys's report, and seeing the knight so panicked, she immediately realized that Tywin's body had been exposed. So she did not hesitate and resolutely took action to end the life of the knight who reported the news.

Then, she quickly raised the crossbow in her hand, aimed at Cersei and fired a round. Three extremely sharp crossbow arrows flew straight towards Cersei like lightning, aiming directly at her vital parts. Everyone was shocked by this sudden attack and was unable to react for a while, even the seven guards on duty in the room were no exception!

"No!!" James roared with grief on his face across the table, and jumped high like an arrow.

At this moment, a huge figure blocked Cersei's way and held her tightly in his arms. Three clear and pleasant metal collision sounds were heard, followed by a muffled sound of "pop" entering the flesh. The crossbow arrow penetrated the armor and pierced deeply into the flesh.

After finishing the shooting, Arya quickly drew out her dagger before she even had time to check the result of the attack. She turned around in a flash and closed the door of the conference room tightly with lightning speed, and blocked it with a heavy gate from the outside. While Jaime and the others were locked in the conference room and everyone had not yet recovered from their shock, she dodged from the other side of the throne and entered the tower like an agile cheetah.

This series of thrilling events happened in a flash. From the appearance of the assassin to his quiet departure, it took only a few tens of seconds. Jaime crossed the long conference table and came to Cersei's side in the blink of an eye. He pulled his sister up anxiously and carefully checked every part of her body, fearing that he would miss any tiny scars. When he confirmed that his sister was safe, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the Mountain also slowly stood up. He seemed to have no pain from the three crossbow arrows stuck in his back. The crossbow arrows on his thick back were like three insignificant toothpicks, which did not affect his movements at all.

Only then did the seven guards rush to the door as if awakened from a dream. They regretted that so many people had failed to notice the assassin hiding in the house. This was undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty. If the queen mother met with an accident in this incident, the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of Lord Tywin's cold face, everyone shuddered.

However, the closed door of the conference hall in front of them brought them a new problem. The door was more than 20 centimeters thick, made of solid oak, and tightly connected with iron rivets, making it extremely strong.

The Mountain was like a moving mountain, and every step he took carried a heavy feeling of oppression. He raised his strong feet without hesitation and kicked hard at the closed door.