Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He declared war on the Stormlands, then personally led a large army of knights eastward, conquering all of the Stormlands' lands north of the rainforest except for Storm's End. He then besieged Storm's End with a large force for two years, but was ambushed by Lancel Lannister V, King of the Rock in the West...

Matus is analyzing the pros and cons of this war, as well as the mistakes made by the three kings and generals involved.

But at this moment, he was suddenly interrupted and was slightly stunned, because this was the first time these disobedient 'students' had spoken to him.

Matus is a Bachelor who has passed the examinations and independently earned his place in the Military Science Chain. His research in military strategy is impeccable, and he has also been responsible for receiving newly recommended students within the Citadel.

However, most of those students were second sons or illegitimate children in their families. They were obedient and followed the instructions of their teachers, doing what they could, and they dared not neglect their studies.

If a student is disrespectful to their tutor or unable to complete their studies, the academy has the right to expel them without giving anyone special consideration.

But now... times have changed.

The City of Education no longer holds its former lofty position; instead, it has been split into several colleges, which are no longer a close-knit family but have become enemies vying for education funding.

Moreover, the students in front of him were even more difficult to deal with. They were all big and burly with fierce faces. Just looking at them made the bald scholar clench his anus slightly, let alone disciplining them.

Sir Henrik.

Matheus glanced at the list and recognized the other person's name. Although his expression was slightly unpleasant, he still forced himself to speak.

"I don't know where your scar came from, but we're in class now, please..."

"The scar on my chest was inflicted by that son of a bitch, Fell, during the Battle of Copper Gate!"

"He stabbed me in the back!"

The voice boomed as Sir Henrik, now a junior commander of the Golden Company and enfeoffed in a village in the Westerlands, took off his shirt and turned around to show everyone the scars on his back.

At that time, Henrik was serving in the Golden Company. He was ambushed from behind and slashed to the ground by a Fair family knight. The knight rushed up to finish him off, leaving a shocking wound on his chest.

"But in the end, I still managed to bite his throat off!"

"That son of a bitch broke one of my teeth."

Laughter erupted in the classroom. Sir Henryk was quite eloquent and a master of witty banter, eliciting laughter from the rough men present, followed by thunderous applause.

However, Henrik wore a smug smile, spreading his arms wide without hiding the scars on his body, which were his achievements as a man.

He then turned to Matheus, the scholar on the podium, with disdain and asked a fatal question.

"So... that damn Matheus scholar?"

What was your greatest achievement on the battlefield?

Chapter 619 Learning Power

"I...I have never been to the battlefield."

Henrik's question left Maester Matus somewhat embarrassed. He could only open his mouth and then utter the question in a very low voice.

"what?"

"A bald, shitty bastard who's never been on a battlefield is teaching us how to fight?"

Henrik, of course, heard Matus's words and immediately repeated them with an exaggerated expression and tone, followed by a loud laugh.

"Hahaha--"

His blatant laughter also amused the other officers and soldiers of the Kingdom's army who had come to participate in the training.

Their faces were all smiling, and they couldn't help but laugh together, clapping the table in unison and cheering. Then they looked at their teacher, Scholar Matus, with great interest.

Want to see how the scholar, who has been so greatly insulted, will retaliate?

Using his so-called war science? Then what about that toothpick-sized pointer he's using to anal this guy?

"I…"

The bald scholar, dressed in a gray robe and wearing iron chains, had anger written all over his face.

He was deeply insulted but could not express it in words, because it was truly ridiculous that he, who had never been on the battlefield, was to teach a group of officers who had come from the battlefield.

He desperately wanted to rush up and fight the other person, but reason told him to stay calm. He knew there was a high chance he wouldn't be able to beat the other person, and he might even be killed.

Matheus's face flushed red, and the scene immediately became awkward.

However, at that moment, Dr. Belton, the dean of the military academy, and Viserys and his entourage walked in.

"PhD!"

Upon seeing the arrival of the leader, Matheus, disregarding his anger, hurriedly and hastily began to speak.

The officers below, who were receiving training, were even more terrified when they saw the newcomer. How many people with silver hair and purple eyes were there in King's Landing?

Moreover, many of them even had the opportunity to see Viserys up close.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

All the officers and soldiers who had received training stood up to salute, including Sir Hendry, whose face showed the most tension.

"Clothes! Clothes!"

"hurry up!"

His companion handed him the clothes he had just taken off, and the officer of the Golden Company quickly put them on to cover his bare upper body.

"Humph."

Among Viserys's entourage, the red-haired female knight looked at the other party and snorted coldly, but remained silent.

Viserys himself seemed oblivious to what had just happened, still wearing a smile.

He heard everything that had just happened, while Dr. Belton beside him hadn't heard it clearly; Viserys' senses were much sharper.

In fact, he had already had some expectations about what had just happened, but as expected, it still happened, which was one of the purposes of his trip.

However, as king, he would naturally not personally step down to reprimand soldiers and junior officers in public, as that would be a very undignified act.

He then whispered a few words to one of the knights beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The knight turned and glanced at Henrik, then turned and left.

Henrik, watching the knight turn and leave, felt a little uneasy, while his unfaithful companions couldn't help but sneer, knowing that this guy was in trouble.

They were all transferred from various parts of the country, and he had never even met them before, so there was no need to talk about camaraderie.

...

What is the biggest difference between tenant farmers and nobles?

It was rare for Viserys to have a heart-to-heart talk with these lowest-ranking officers and soldiers. He might have done so in the past, back in Andalus.

The reason is not that complicated; it's simply about winning people's hearts and minds.

Robert also slept in the same grassy ditch with his soldiers and drank with them until they were very drunk.

However, that was during the time of conquering the world. It would be inappropriate to maintain such a close relationship with the people when he was in power. Viserys also needed to maintain the mystique of the royal family and his supreme authority.

What authority does a king have who spends his days mingling with the lowly people in flea beds?

Viserys has long since passed the stage of winning people's hearts, and he no longer has the time to do so.

But Viserys still pulled up a stool and sat on the podium to have a brief chat with the group.

He waved for the group to sit down; the classroom wasn't a throne room, so there wasn't a strict system of etiquette between ruler and subject.

What is the biggest difference between tenant farmers and nobles?

"Bloodline?"

"wealth?"

"that power?"

"That's right, you're all right."

"But there's one more thing you've overlooked, and that's knowledge."

Viserys spoke, and the group of rough men below sat upright with their backs straight. He earned the soldiers' respect not only because he was a king, but because Viserys had taken more lives than they had.

The image of King Robert challenging King Viserys on the last day of the trial more than half a year ago, only to be easily killed, is still vivid in everyone's mind. Many people present witnessed Viserys at that time.

When a ruthless person encounters an even more ruthless one, they become very docile. None of the troublemakers present dared to cause trouble, and the knights accompanying Viserys were also armed to the teeth, their cold armor and eyes glaring at the group.

"Most nobles have received the best education; at the very least, most of them can read, and their castles are assisted by scholars."

"why?"

"Because they are very clear that they need the help of a bachelor, and they understand the role of knowledge."

“A nobleman who is uneducated or even illiterate will be despised and looked down upon.”

As Viserys spoke, he turned to look at the class instructor, Matheus, the Dean of the Academy, Dr. Belton, and the other accompanying scholars.

They quickly smiled and nodded, while slightly straightening their shoulders.

Recently, due to the dismantling of the Citadel, the status of maesters has plummeted. However, Viserys's words have given them a boost, as the world still relies on the help of maesters to function.

“You all want to be nobles in the future.”

Viserys then turned back to look at the group of troublemakers in front of him.

"If you can't even read, how can you become nobles?"

In fact, Viserys was genuinely doing this for their own good; in this world, being literate is considered a valuable skill.

However, he spoke somewhat vaguely just now. In fact, a considerable number of nobles were also illiterate, but most of them were from the lowest-ranking knight families.

However, it's still possible to change one's destiny after learning to read.

“You didn’t have the opportunity to learn before, but now I’m giving it to you, and you still don’t know how to cherish it.”

Chapter 620 Economic Reform

Viserys briefly inspected the construction of the military academy. The first half of the academy had been completed and classes had begun, while the second half was still under construction.

Sir Henrik, who had been picking on Maester Matus in class, had a nerve-wracking day, but Viserys didn't punish him or even give him a second glance.

Henrik felt like he had escaped a disaster and breathed a sigh of relief on his way back to the dormitory.