Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

About half an hour later, the group visited some of the scenery of the Citadel and finally entered the Scholars' Tower.

During the period, they visited the long-known Book Desk in the lobby.

The Citadel claims to be the servant of the people, so it is natural that it cannot do without some work that benefits the people.

The Book Desk is where the assistant maesters in the Citadel provide writing services to the people.

The Book Desk is right at the entrance of the Citadel, which lowers the threshold for civilians to seek help.

Scholars' Tower.

The old man kept his word and personally registered in the General Manager's Pavilion and notified other doctors to meet with guests.

Rhaegar watched the whole process and was familiar with the internal rules of the Citadel.

Lord Leonor once studied in the Citadel and obtained six scholar necklaces in different categories. He often said that the days in the Citadel were fulfilling and tiring.

I heard from that guy Aemond.

Lord Leonor complained privately that becoming the Prime Minister was more tiring than studying in the Citadel.

Just thinking about it made Rhaegar happy.

Some people dream of becoming prime ministers for personal gain, while others find the hand of the king too heavy.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the old man led everyone up the tower and rested in a spacious reception room.

The Citadel is not a castle, and there is no hall for banquets.

Rhaegar walked along the corridor, and there were neat wooden doors on both sides, behind which were small rooms where scholars lived.

There were also special wards for patients, with iron fences outside the door.

Rhaegar nodded secretly, acknowledging the attitude of the Citadel towards academic research.

Although it was too extreme, it was very rule-abiding.

Rhaegar and his two younger brothers sat down and waited patiently at an oval conference table covered with scars.

Mondra pulled the old man with dead fish eyes out and whispered.

A dozen knights were guarding outside the door, and only Earl Bulwer entered the reception room.

In a blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.

Aegon was impatient and fell asleep on the conference table, kicking the stool back and forth with his feet.

Rhaegar looked around and started the conversation: "Guess how long it will take for the Cardinal to arrive?"

"Who knows, a bunch of old bastards who have never tasted women."

Aegon curled his lips, his voice full of disdain.

Women are not allowed to enter the Citadel, and the scholars inside are forbidden to fall in love and devote themselves to academic research.

For Aegon, it is simply a temple for monks.

Rhaegar smiled and ignored his second brother who was controlling his big head with a small head.

Aemond pondered and said, "You killed Dr. Fisher, the Citadel must be afraid of you."

"Why do you think so?" Rhaegar asked.

Aemond frowned and said, "You have dragons, but the Citadel doesn't."

"That makes sense, but not much."

Rhaegar shook his head and warned, "Don't underestimate the Citadel. These maesters can study without sleep and even see marriage as an obstacle."

"A bunch of guys who have abandoned their desires, their brains are not normal."

Aemond frowned even deeper and emphasized, "We have dragons."

Rhaegar shrugged and said casually, "Rather than being afraid of dragons, the Citadel should be more interested in observing dragons up close."

Aemond didn't understand and lowered his head to play with his fingers.

In his opinion, dragons are everything.

As long as the sheep thief is around, he dares to break into the dragon's den.

Whoever dares to provoke will not escape the dragon's flame.

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, not wanting to change a person's opinion easily.

Aegon and Aemond had too little contact with the Citadel, and it was probably the old dog Meros who was the most likely to do it.

He knew the Citadel too well.

When they were young, if the maesters of the Dragon's Lair hadn't done something in private, Helena would not have been able to tame the Dreamfire.

And the former Grand Maester Melos was not a kind old man.

To put it in a higher way, it was the pattern of Westeros.

Every castle with a name must have a maester serving to manage the fiefdom for the lord of the castle.

The deceased Borros Baratheon was a typical illiterate, relying entirely on maesters to write and read letters and take care of the inside and outside of Storm's End.

This kind of thing is unheard of in Essos.

Comparing with each other, Rhaegar felt that the institution of the Citadel was extremely deformed, like a tumor on a towering tree.

The aristocracy relied too much on the Citadel, no wonder their thoughts were corrupted.

On the other hand, the culture of Essos was prevalent, the powerful class was in fierce competition, and there was never a lack of fresh blood infusion.

Another half an hour passed.

Finally, a sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

Rhaegar turned his chair, rubbing against the floor with a creaking sound, and looked out the door.

Six scholars of different ages wearing bachelor's robes and a bunch of bachelor's chains hanging on their chests.

Three were very old, two were middle-aged and had extraordinary bearing, and the last one looked very young.

As soon as the six scholars entered the door, they picked out three Targaryen princes with conspicuous hair color and greeted them collectively: "Welcome the Targaryen princes to visit Oldtown. May the Seven Gods always protect you."

The stubby old man pointed to the oldest old man and introduced: "This is Dr. Levin, the most knowledgeable scholar in the Citadel."

Dr. Levin had white hair and beard and a ruddy face. He was a short and fat old man with good spirits.

The stubby old man wanted to continue the introduction, but was interrupted by Rhaegar's wave.

"Everyone, let's get straight to the point."

Dr. Levin put his hands in his sleeves and said seriously: "Targaryen's crown prince, what are you doing here in the Citadel this time?"

He did not kowtow like Archbishop Qyburn of the Seven Gods.

For the Citadel, it made no difference who was the king. They were just a group of useless scholars.

The only value they had was to provide bachelor management for the nobles of the kingdom.

The remaining time was spent studying hard in the academy.

Adhering to the principle that I am a waste and will not hinder anyone's professional ethics, most of the bachelors in the city are very tough.

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 and chuckled: "I admire the exploration spirit of the academy very much. I hope to build a royal academy in King's Landing to recruit noble children to learn and read. I hope the academy can help."

The foundation of the school city lies in the fact that the nobles did not pay attention to it, resulting in the monopoly of knowledge.

The way to destroy the school city is to break the inherent thinking and prevent the continuation of monopoly.

After hearing this, Dr. Levin thought deeply and thought: "It is a good thing to establish a new school city. If you are willing, I would like to send scholars to station and teach students."

Smart people talk with ease.

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.

I'm afraid that the nobles won't trust their heirs, and the teachings are only in name only.

Lei Jia was well prepared and said sternly: "There is no need to send special scholars. I will recruit lecturers on my own. I only need the city to open its library and transport books to fill the Wang Family Academy."

He didn't dare to use people from the academy, so Tru secretly recruited dozens of people.

The Royal Academy followed the Protestant replacement strategy and replaced the original status of the Old Town Academy.

Moreover, it will not only recruit noble children, but will also be appropriately open to civilians.

This idea came to me 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 were quite a few soldiers, but they couldn't read a lot of them.

Tohru, the only remaining maester who can still create wildfire, is a treasure.

Now as the regent, he has many nobles under his command, and there are also many bachelors available.

But it lacks the feeling of being in command.

After all, nobles are nobles. 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 he had no shortage of effective eagles and dogs.

He wants an obedient lackey!

Dr. Levin didn't know 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 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 this, thinking he heard wrongly.

Rega 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 snatch half of them."

"uh-huh?"

The corners of Rega's mouth were slightly raised as he stared at the other person.

Although I was just robbing you, 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. We do not own the school city."

"Your conditions are too stringent. Forgive us that we cannot replace tens of millions of scholars and obey them."

Give reasons first, then refuse, and finally apply pressure secretly.

Rhaegar listened carefully and secretly said that he was indeed a scholar, and he always spoke one thing after another.

But they got one thing wrong.

Rega still looked at the middle-aged doctor and sighed softly: "Dr. Levin, at his age, he doesn't see things as clearly as you do."

I've already robbed you, and you're still trying to reason with me.

I have been at ease for a long time and 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, looking like 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.

Rega 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."

Lei Jia 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 in his blood surged, running according to a special route.

Zila——

Sparks burst out, and the pads of the five fingers glowed with red light.

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 automatically without any movement.

Dr. Levin's pupils shrank sharply and he exclaimed: "This is magic!"

"Yes, you have studied stuff for thousands of years." Rhaegar replied.

The next second.

Seven sparks exploded in the palm of his hand, as if kerosene was poured, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rumble——

Seven sparks left the palm of his hand and turned into seven red fireballs the size of a washbasin in an instant.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and seven fireballs followed the trajectory of the curve, hanging beside the nine doctors, bursting with blazing heat.

"Prince, what are you going to do!"

The stubby old man was frightened and fell to the ground in shock and fear.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said regretfully: "Sorry, you moved."

The right index finger slightly pointed, and a fireball hit the stubby old man's head like a puppet.

Puff——

The head burst, and the flames engulfed the area above the collarbone.

Immediately, the fireballs scattered into sparks like bubbles, sprinkled on the headless body, and burned into ashes bit by bit.

Witnessing this scene, the eight people, including Dr. Levin, were so angry that their courage was almost broken.

Rega said calmly: "I have just learned a new fire magic, which consumes a lot of magic power, but is easy to control."

After that,

he glanced at the eight doctors and asked: "There are six fireballs left, who will do it?"