Chapter 472: Sorry, you moved!
Chapter 472 Sorry, you moved!
About half an hour later, the group visited part of the city and finally entered the Scholars Tower.
During the visit, I visited the famous document desk in the lobby.
Xuecheng prides itself on being a public servant of the people, so naturally it is indispensable to do some undertakings that benefit the people.
The writing desk is a place where assistant bachelors in the city provide writing services to the public.
As soon as you enter the gate of the school city, there is a desk, which lowers the threshold for civilians to seek help.
Scholar Tower.
Old man Ma Gan kept his promise and personally registered in the General Manager's Pavilion and notified other doctors to meet the guests.
Rhaegar watched the whole process and was familiar with the internal rules of the city.
Master Leonor once studied in the Citadel and obtained six scholar necklaces of different categories. He often said that life in the Citadel was fulfilling and tiring.
Listen to that guy Emond.
Master Leonor complained privately that after becoming the Prime Minister, he was more tired than studying in the city.
Just thinking about it made Rega happy.
Some people dream of becoming prime minister for personal gain, but some people find the hand of the king on their chest too heavy.
Half a quarter of an hour passed, and the old man Ma Gan led everyone up to the high tower and rested in a spacious reception room.
The school city is not a castle, and there is no hall for banquets.
As Rhaegar walked along, there were neat wooden doors on both sides of the corridor. Behind the doors was a small room where scholars lived.
There are also special wards for patients, with iron bars outside the door.
Rhaegar nodded secretly, acknowledging the city's attitude towards academic research.
Although it is too extreme, it is extremely rule-abiding.
Rhaegar and his two younger brothers took their seats and waited patiently at a scratched oval conference table.
Mond took the dead fish-eyed old man out and whispered.
A dozen knights guarded the door, and only the Earl of Bulwer entered the reception room.
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.
Aegon waited impatiently and fell asleep on the conference table, kicking the stool back and forth with his feet.
Rhaegar looked around and opened the topic: "Guess how long it will take for the Cardinal to arrive?"
“Who knows, they are a bunch of old **** who have never tasted the taste of a woman.”
Aegon curled his lips, his words full of disgust.
Women are not allowed to enter the city, and the bachelors inside are prohibited from falling in love and devote themselves entirely to academic research.
To Aegon, it was simply a monastic temple.
Rhaegar smiled and ignored the second brother who was controlling the big head.
Eamond muttered: "You killed that Dr. Fisher, the city is probably very afraid of you."
“How do you see it?” Rhaegar asked.
Aemond frowned and said, "You have dragons, but the academy doesn't."
“Makes sense, but not much.”
Rhaegar shook his head and warned: "Don't underestimate the city. These bachelors can forget about food and sleep in order to study, and even marriage is regarded as an obstacle."
“A group of guys who have given up on their desires have no normal brains.”
Aemond frowned deeper and emphasized: "We have dragons."
Rhaegar shrugged and said casually: "Rather than being afraid of dragons, the academy should be more interested in observing dragons up close now."
Aemond didn't understand, he lowered his head and played with his fingers.
In his opinion, the dragon is everything.
As long as the sheep thief is around, he will dare to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den.
Whoever dares to provoke will not be able to escape the dragon flames.
Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, not wanting to change someone's opinion easily.
Aegon and Aemond had too little contact with the Citadel, and to the greatest extent, they were probably still the old dog of Meros.
He knows the city very well.
When he was a child, if it weren't for the Dragon's Den bachelor's secret tricks, Helena wouldn't be able to tame Dreamfire.
There is also the former Grand Bachelor Melos, who is not a kind old man.
Any castle with a name and a surname must have a bachelor working to manage the fiefdom for the lord of the castle.
The deceased Borros Baratheon was a typical illiterate. He relied solely on his maester to write and read letters and take care of the inside and outside of Storm's End.
Such a thing is unheard of in the continent of Essos.
Comparing them with each other, Rhaegar increasingly believed that the institution of the Academy was extremely deformed, like a burl on a towering tree.
The aristocracy relies too much on the school city, so it’s no wonder that their minds are corrupted.
On the other hand, the culture of the Essos continent is prevalent, the competition among the elite is fierce, and there is never a lack of fresh blood.
Another half hour passed.
In the corridor, there was finally the sound of unhurried footsteps.
Rhaegar turned his chair, making a squeaking sound against the floor, and looked up at the door.
Six scholars of different ages wearing bachelor's robes with a bunch of bachelor's chains hanging on their chests.
Three are very old, two are middle-aged with extraordinary bearing, and the last one looks very young.
As soon as the six scholars entered the door, they focused on the three Targaryen princes with conspicuous hair, and greeted them collectively: "Welcome the Targaryen princes to visit the old town. May the Seven Gods protect you forever."
Old man Ma Gan pointed to the oldest old man and introduced: "This is Dr. Levin, the most knowledgeable scholar in the city."
Dr. Levine is a short, fat old man with good spirits and a rosy complexion. He has white beard and hair.
The old man wanted to continue his introduction, but was interrupted by Rega waving his hand.
“Everyone, let’s get straight to the point.”
Dr. Levin put his hands in his sleeves and said seriously: "Heirloom Targaryen, why do you come to the Citadel this time?"
He did not grovel like Archbishop Qyburn of the Faith of the Seven.
For the Citadel, it makes no difference who becomes the king, they are just a group of useless scholars.
The only use value is to provide bachelor management for the nobles of the kingdom.
The remaining time was spent studying hard in the school city.
Adhering to the waste, it does not prevent anyone's professional ethics. Most of the bachelor's waist rods in Xuecheng are very hard.
Rhaegar knew this and said straightforwardly: "Before I speak, I would like to ask what is the purpose of the city?"
Dr. Levin frowned and said seriously: "Explore unknown knowledge, cultivate available talents, and provide a learning opportunity for anyone in the mainland who is hungry for knowledge."
The Citadel relies on these three points to remain standing in Westeros for many years.
"well said!"
Rhaegar complimented him and said with a chuckle: "I admire the city's exploratory spirit very much. I hope to build a royal school in King's Landing to recruit noble children to study and read. I hope the school can help." The foundation of the school lies in The nobles' lack of attention resulted in the monopoly of knowledge.
The way to destroy the school city is to break the inherent thinking and prevent the continuation of monopoly.
Hearing this, Dr. Levin thought deeply and thought: "It is a good thing to build a new school city. If you are willing, I would like to send scholars to station and teach students."
Smart people speak with less effort.
He saw that Rega was up to no good and found another way to maintain the monopoly.
Assigning bachelors to various castles also includes the responsibility of teaching the children of nobles, and there is no difference when stationed in the so-called Royal Academy.
Rhaegar was well prepared and said sternly: "There is no need to send special scholars. I will recruit lecturers myself. I only need the city to open its library and move books to fill the Wang family city."
He didn't dare to use people from the academy, so Tru secretly recruited dozens of people.
Wangjia Xuecheng followed the Protestant replacement strategy and replaced the original status of Jiuzhen Xuecheng.
Furthermore, not only should we recruit aristocratic children, but we should also open it to common people as appropriate.
This idea came about during the three years I spent in seclusion at Harrenhal.
At that time, Harrenhal was in dire straits, and although the nobles respected him, they would not send their heirs to develop the territory for him.
There are quite a few soldiers who can't read a lot of Chinese characters.
The only remaining maester who can still create wildfire, Toru, is a treasure.
As the regent now, he has many nobles under his command, and there are also many bachelors available.
But it lacks the feeling of being like an arm.
Nobles are nobles after all. They can be Targaryen's hawks and dogs, but they are not lackeys who can come and go when called upon.
Rhaegar had dragons, and there was no lack of effective eagles and dogs.
He wants an obedient lackey!
Dr. Levine was not sure what he was thinking. He focused on opening the library and expressed his attitude: "The city keeps many lost and unique books. If they are ordinary books, we can still provide them. There is nothing we can do about precious classics."
The old man Ma Gan took over the conversation: "Prince, how many books do you need?"
“Half.” Rhaegar was waiting for this sentence.
"How many?"
The old man was stunned when he heard the words, thinking he heard wrongly.
Rhaegar stretched out a finger and said thoughtfully: "Half!"
Since we want to break the cultural monopoly of the school city, it is reasonable to ask for half of the books.
"impossible!"
Before Dr. Levin could speak, a middle-aged doctor accompanying him shouted angrily: "The school contains millions of books, and even the royal family cannot **** half of them."
"uh-huh?"
Rega raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the other person.
Although I was robbing, it seems very rude for you to say it.
Dr. Levin took a deep breath, stopped the middle-aged doctor from continuing to speak, and said silently: "Prince, we are only representatives of the school city, not that the school city belongs to us."
“Your conditions are too stringent, and I cannot accept them on behalf of millions of scholars.”
First give reasons, then offer rejection, and finally apply pressure secretly.
Rhaegar listened carefully, secretly thinking that he was indeed a scholar, and he kept talking one thing after another.
But they understood one thing wrong.
Rhaegar still looked at the middle-aged doctor and sighed softly: "Dr. Levin, at his age, he can't see as clearly as you."
I have already robbed you, and you still try to reason with me.
I have been at ease for a long time, and I am ignorant!
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the reception room changed, and everyone could hear the deeper meaning.
Aegon's eyes lit up, and he climbed up from the table like a salted fish, as if he was watching the fun.
Aemond was always ready, taking out the one-eyed dagger from his waist and playing with it in his hand.
Rhaegar turned his head and looked at Mond at the door, beckoning: "Lord Mond, please close the door."
Mond smiled, stepped out of the guest room, and closed the door.
Suddenly, only the Rhaegar brothers and the Cardinal Chancellor were left in the room, leaving behind the Earl of Bulwe who was guarding the door.
“The number of people is just right.”
Rhaegar looked around the nine doctors and said with a smile: "Let's play a game, one, two, three wooden figures."
Dr. Levin resisted with a stinky face: "Prince, we cannot agree to your request, please don't be embarrassed."
“If you don’t object, I’ll treat it as if you agree.”
Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and stood up alone, stretching out a white palm like jade.
Dr. Levin and others took a step back, their eyes alert.
Rega's eyes grew colder, and the fire magic power in his blood surged, running according to a special route.
Zila—
Small sparks popped out, and the pads of the five fingers glowed red.
In the blink of an eye, a faint red light emitted from the second knuckle of the index finger and the center point of the palm.
Rhaegar's face was expressionless, his body did not move at all, and his clothes moved without any movement.
Dr. Levin’s pupils shrank sharply and he exclaimed: “This is magic!”
“That’s right, you have been studying things for thousands of years.” Rhaegar replied.
The next second.
Seven points of sparks exploded in the palm of the hand, as if fire oil was poured on them, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Rumble —
Seven o'clock Mars leaves the palm and instantly turns into seven bright red fireballs the size of basins.
Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and seven fireballs followed a curved trajectory, hanging next to the nine doctors, blooming with blazing heat.
“Prince, what are you going to do!”
The old man was frightened and fell to the ground in shock and fear.
Rhaegar glanced at it and said regretfully: "Sorry, you moved."
The index finger of his right hand was slightly pointed, and a fireball hit the old man's head like a puppet on strings.
—
The head burst open and flames engulfed the area above the collarbone.
Immediately, the fireball dispersed into sparks like bubbles, scattered on the headless body, and burned into ashes bit by bit.
Seeing this scene before their eyes, eight people, including Dr. Levine, had their eyes wide open and their courage was almost shattered.
Lei Jia said calmly: "The fire magic I have recently learned consumes a lot of magic power, but it is easier to control."
Having said that,
He glanced at the eight doctors and asked, "There are six fireballs left. Which one of you will come?"
(End of this chapter)
