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Chapter 138 Practical Knowledge
Chapter 138 Practical Knowledge
Joffrey placed the pale yellow paper on a slanted wooden board.
Then, holding the quill pen, I steadily wrote down seven letters.
science.
After all, the entire Westeros speaks the Common Tongue.
But under the distortion of fate, he insisted that this was the meaning when put together, and no one dared to stand up and object.
"Hey, Your Majesty's choice of name is truly fitting," the wise man Monsite immediately chimed in, trying to flatter him.
"We used to be able to refine metals and create fire creatures, but we have always struggled because these technologies did not have a proper name."
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"Some people think we use magic, or some kind of arcane arts, hehe, but we are completely different from the Shadowbinders of Asshal and the sorcerers of Qarth."
"Our science can be learned; it is not a miracle that can only be performed by a lucky few with extraordinary talents."
A shameless person is invincible.
Joffrey clearly remembered that when they first met, Monsiteh had loudly proclaimed that it was magic.
The fire sorcerers tried every means to prove their worth in order to regain their former glory.
For example, setting off some cigarettes in the palace, or performing magic tricks.
Actually, this was much more interesting than the clown show; Cersei, Sansa, and the other women always watched it with great interest.
But with the Mad King's masterpiece preceding it, some people inevitably recall programs where people were roasted alive.
Heartbroken and devastated, tears streamed down my face.
So Joffrey called off these performances.
After spending so much time together, the fire sorcerers realized that Joffrey disliked those ethereal things, so they immediately changed their attitude.
They began frantically proving that their technology was based on sound principles and evidence.
In an attempt to curry favor with Joffrey, they even targeted those around him.
For example, the little devils who are particularly interested in them.
The alchemists' guild hall became Tyrion Lannister's second favorite place to visit in King's Landing.
The workshops for creating wildfires are spacious underground stone chambers, with a room filled with sand above each workshop.
The fire mage claimed to have cast the most powerful protective spell on the ceiling.
If the stone chamber catches fire, the ceiling will collapse, and sand will extinguish the fire instantly.
"So-called magic is actually just ingeniously designed mechanisms," the little devil asserted confidently after his investigation.
"The latches supporting the ceiling are made of a special metal that melts immediately if the temperature gets too high, causing the ceiling to collapse and the sand to fall down."
Practice brings true knowledge.
The little devil even had a room specially set up for observation.
At that moment, he also took a piece of paper and started writing and drawing on it.
Because of the design of quill pens, they can only store some ink in the gaps at the tip, and need to be re-inked after every few strokes.
This also means that it needs to be tilted at an angle when writing; if it is written directly downwards, it is easy for ink to drip and stain the paper.
If it's on parchment, you can even scrape off the mistakes with a knife.
But you can only scribble a black blob on a blank sheet of paper.
In addition, because the pen tip is sharpened at an angle, writing can only be done from top to bottom, and you can't make a turn upwards to draw a circle.
After writing for a short while, the little devil frowned and asked a question.
"Why call it white paper? Isn't it yellow?"
Joffrey gently picked up a card.
Furthermore, under the influence of a certain divine deity, the Westeros people simply referred to parchment as paper in everyday language, except in formal written language.
The niche for this word has long been occupied.
Just like why blackboards are green, Joffrey named them that purely out of habit.
As for how to explain it to everyone—
Why explain? I am the king, and I call people whatever I say they should be called.
The white paper produced so far is far from usable; the one presented to Joffrey is the best one selected from hundreds of scraps.
Even so, this paper is thicker at the edges and thinner in the middle, making it extremely uneven.
The colors on it are uneven, some dark and some light.
The front is relatively smooth after polishing, but the back is very rough, retaining many small hemp fibers and fabric filaments.
Joffrey approached the drying area and reached out to touch the papers hanging on the wooden poles to dry.
Most of them were torn and deformed, and the few that were intact had curled up from the edges, bent into arcs, and were wrinkled beyond recognition.
"How did you manage to flatten them again?" Joffrey asked.
"Uh, Your Majesty, it's already beyond repair," Monsitel replied sheepishly.
"The paper becomes brittle after drying. Even if you press it down temporarily, it will curl up again, or you might even crack the curled corner."
"Hehe, look this way, Your Majesty."
Upon entering another drying area, a completely different scene unfolded before my eyes.
The paper here was not peeled off in advance as Joffrey had said, but was dried along with the wooden frame from which it was made.
Some were tilted, while others lay flat on the ground.
"No, not on the ground, Your Majesty, look at the wall."
On the stone wall to the side of the workshop, rows of warm yellow papers are neatly arranged.
Some workers even used soft-bristled brushes to gently scrape the paper.
"Start pasting from one corner, you idiots!"
Seeing that someone hadn't pasted it properly and had dropped the paper on the ground, Monsieur immediately jumped up and down in a fit of rage.
He showed no signs of aging on his face. "And another thing! You have to brush from the middle outwards, otherwise all the water bubbles will get trapped inside—hehe, Your Majesty, I'm talking about them."
"Let's keep watching, keep going."
Joffrey was led to the paper that was almost completely dried, and he touched the paper again.
The texture was similar to the one presented to him.
"Those items you gave me to look at before, were they produced here, right?"
Joffrey has no recollection of this drying method.
He only briefly described the general steps of papermaking to Monsieur.
Then he specifically mentioned that after peeling it off, it should be pressed down beforehand, since this is one of the few places he remembers.
As a result, the subsequent steps were not clearly remembered, leading to the production of a large number of defective products.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Monsite wiped his forehead. "It's certainly not that you're wrong, but rather that we haven't grasped the meaning."
Joffrey patted him on the shoulder kindly.
How can you say that?
"On the contrary, I want to reward your spirit of daring to put things into practice—not reckless practice, of course. Don't move around the Wildfire area without my orders."
"Tell me how you came up with this method?"
"Hehe, because a lot of defective products were produced, but there were also a few good quality ones mixed in."
"We sprayed some water on it and flattened it again. To prevent it from warping up again, we stuck it to the wooden board."
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"But this takes up too much space, and it's easy for it to stick and get stuck on."
"Drying it in the wooden frame also has this problem."
"Someone saw that the wall was empty, so they just stuck a picture on it."
"I figured it out immediately."
"In order to level the wall, I had people fill the gaps between the stones with river mud first, and then apply a layer of lime slurry from boiling the raw materials."
"To prevent the paper from falling off, we first had to brush a layer of flour paste onto the wall."
"But you can't apply too much, otherwise it won't come off."
Monsitet spoke eloquently, and Joffrey nodded in satisfaction.
This is exactly the situation he, as a manager, most wanted to see.
The wisdom of working people.
If more "wise men" like this could appear.
Then all he needs to do in the future is set the target, talk to people, and give orders.
Our Iron Throne will flourish.
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