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Chapter 135 The Iron Throne
Chapter 135 The Iron Throne
"Why does everyone call the archbishop 'fat man'? Doesn't he have a name?" the daughter asked.
Ha, she's caught her red-handed this time. Mysera definitely wasn't paying attention in class.
It's also possible that this old maggot, Paisell, forgot to teach him.
How old is this old guy? He seems to be eighty years old, right?
“Of course he had a name before; monks all have names,” Cersei explained patiently. “If the person was a nobleman, when he joined the church, he would drop his family name and only keep his given name.”
"But once he becomes an archbishop, he must give up all his names, because the church considers him to be the spokesperson of the gods and no longer needs a mortal name."
"For example, the current archbishop is called Fatty, while the previous one was called the one before Fatty."
Mysala chuckled.
"I heard from Yue Tong that the bishop worships the seven gods and is devout in his faith. Whenever he is hungry, he will eat a meal for each of the seven gods."
Cersei looked closely at her daughter and suddenly realized that she already resembled her in some ways.
Beautiful and reasonable, brave and strong.
It also possesses extremely high intelligence.
I wonder which fool among the seven kingdoms could be worthy of her.
She is worthy of being Jaime's and her daughter's daughter, a Lannister's daughter.
Not Robert the idiot.
There was a time when she loved this idiotic drunkard.
Although there is only one day.
When she married Robert Baratheon, thousands of commoners came to the sanctuary to cheer for her, and the cheers of the crowd could be heard from King's Landing to Lannisport.
"They love you, my queen," Robert whispered in her ear. "Look how happy every face is."
At that moment, her marriage seemed so perfect and blissful.
Until she saw James.
James looked like he'd swallowed a mouthful of horse manure, and his face fell.
But she wanted to become queen, and Jaime couldn't make her queen.
She became a queen by day.
On their wedding night, Robert reeked of alcohol and kept muttering Lyanna's name.
In retaliation, she went to see James while Robert was out hunting.
But that's not what Cersei wanted either.
She wanted Prince Rhaegar.
When she was a child, her father promised that he would definitely marry her off to Prince Réga.
"Don't tell anyone, child." The father wore a secret smile that Cersei had only seen once before. "From now on, this will be a little secret between the two of us."
She kept these words to herself until one day she couldn't help but paint a picture.
James found out.
He lied to her, saying that Queen Alexandra was sitting on a dragon, embracing King Jaeharis.
James, who was neither educated nor cultured, immediately believed it.
When Cersei was ten years old, she saw her prince with her own eyes and could hardly believe that there was such a handsome person in the world.
He is no ordinary man; he has the blood of ancient Valyria, the blood of dragons and gods.
But she didn't marry him; her father disappointed her.
Cersei's beautiful dream was shattered, and the witch's curse took root and sprouted like a poisonous flower.
"One day you will be the queen of the world, until another woman comes along, younger and more beautiful than you. She will overthrow you and take away everything you cherish."
Cersei simply couldn't put this woman alongside Sansa.
This foolish girl is obsessed with marrying Joe, just as she once was with Prince Rhaegar.
For this reason, she willingly acted as Cersei's little spy, reporting on Lord Eddard's every move.
But after spending so much time together, Cersei began to understand why Robert liked him.
This old wolf from the north is a fool, a simple and loyal fool. There is really no other in the Seven Kingdoms who can so confidently entrust their allies and servants to him.
The only drawback was that he remained in the position of regent.
Back at the Red Keep, Cersei lay on Robert's bed, feeling terribly lonely.
She often spent her time alone in her room, but she never enjoyed sleeping alone.
Although he had many bed partners and maids, they were all daughters of his father's vassals, and they were all neurotic little girls.
She only felt safe and warm when James was by her side.
Only then can she get wet.
Only James could do that.
Robert on their wedding night was fine, but only once.
During her days and nights in King's Landing, she longed for Jaime to return quickly.
After the battle, he turned into an arrogant and conceited jerk who even wanted to break free from her control.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Who would come looking for you this late?
It was Sansa, her face flushed.
"I—my—I'm here."
Cersei understood everything.
Joffrey felt soreness in his lower back and legs, and was listless, as if his body had been hollowed out.
So he stood up and rubbed his lower back.
Then, he carefully began to descend the steps.
These days, getting tetanus is a matter of life and death.
Every time Joffrey climbed down from the Iron Throne, he had to be careful not to get cut.
Arrogant Aegon deserves to die.
He gathered all the weapons of the world, assembled them at the throne, melted down their blades, and forged them into an iron throne to weaken the people of the world.
Aegon I forged his throne from the weapons of his enemies, simply to symbolize his conquest and authority, and to constantly remind himself of the responsibilities and hardships of ruling.
Conquering the world is easy; maintaining it is difficult.
A king cannot sit comfortably.
But he rode on the dragon's back without complaining of back pain.
A certain emperor from a barbarian land in history finally achieved unification with great difficulty, relying on the accumulation of six generations of his ancestors.
So he didn't torture himself or his descendants, but collected weapons to make twelve golden statues, purely as a spectacle.
Then the second generation died.
Given such cases, it's difficult for Joffrey to argue which approach is superior or inferior.
Seven kingdoms, one language.
The Common Tongue was brought to Westeros by the Andals, and it is spoken throughout the continent.
Whether they were the First Men of the North or the Rhoynar of Dorne, aside from differences in accent, people from different regions could understand each other.
Therefore, Joffrey didn't need to accomplish great feats like standardizing cart axles and writing.
It is enough to focus more on the text medium and the efficiency of dissemination.
Parchment was the primary writing material, widely used in the upper classes for both court documents and correspondence between nobles.
If someone could reach the level of being extremely learned, then that person would be considered the wealthiest person in the seven kingdoms.
After all, a single book requires the hides of dozens or even hundreds of sheep, which resulted in all classic texts being handwritten copies.
Take, for example, that massive book that recounts the lineage of nobility.
As far as Joffrey knew, only Paisell had a copy; the Citadel of Oldtown did not have one.
The silk was all bought from the East. The nobles went to great lengths to acquire some, and they made clothes to wear. They were too reluctant to write on them.
The common people were illiterate.
If you really want to promote knowledge in lower-tier markets, you can draw a few lines on the ground with a twig, or carve a few words on a piece of wood.
However, this would cut off the middle layer.
Parchment is too expensive, and carving a piece of wood would be too low-class.
The newly enfeoffed minor lords in the Reach couldn't even afford to support a maester on their own; they needed several families to pool their resources to get the Citadel to send one.
In addition, literacy classes were gradually established among the soldiers, and these people were to be trained as key personnel in the future.
Once the number of people increases, there will still be a need for high-quality and inexpensive paper.
Joffrey was tired of staying in King's Landing.
He planned to go and inspect the paper-making progress in a few days, and also take a look at the land reclamation work of Commander Baron.
Back in his room, after confirming that no one was there, Joffrey finally lay down on the bed with peace of mind.
He is used to sleeping alone, or at least he has his own blanket.
Otherwise, turning over or doing other things always feels inconvenient.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Who would come looking for you this late?
It was Cersei, a sinister smile on her face.
Joffrey's wariness immediately rose.
After all, he had given James some subtle hints before.
And they hoped that Jaime could figure out the idea through his own means, thereby bringing Cersei back to Casterly Rock.
Could it be that he realized too much and gave him away?
"Sansa—" Cersei began, but she was talking about something else.
That's good—is that alright?
Joffrey paused for a moment.
So early in the morning, you'll get an electric shock, won't you?