Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

In this era, people don't have many entertainment options.

Even the residents of King's Landing, after finishing their work on weekdays, would simply go to the tavern for a drink.

Then, sneak into some houses filled with laughter and noise to play a game of City Outlaws.

Therefore, cultured people who can tell stories are very popular.

"Fellow villagers, come and listen!" A monk stood at the crossroads of the flea den, his voice booming.

"That despicable Stannis betrayed the faith of the Seven, colluded with the priestess of the Red God, and burned the statues of the Seven on Dragonstone! This is an unspeakable blasphemy!"

But this kind of meaningless thing is not popular.

The onlookers just muttered a few words.

Burning idols? What business is it of theirs?

The seven gods were above, and they were below, with several layers of noble lords in between.

A vendor nearby took the opportunity to hawk his wares.

"Fresh rats! Roasted rats!"

Unfortunately, the people present still showed little interest.

Although the soldiers from the Riverlands have not yet arrived, food is being sent to King's Landing by cartload, so there is no shortage of food.

Although the little devil doesn't have the ability like Littlefinger to break a golden dragon in half and use it as two flowers.

But he would write an IOU.

Joffrey was the nominal owner, but Casterly Rock paid for it.

If Tywin doesn't mind, then it's a win-win situation.

At this moment, the bard in the tavern began to pluck the strings, easing the somewhat subdued atmosphere.

"A remnant of silver hair and purple eyes, the posthumous orphan of the Targaryens."

"They actually formed a marriage alliance with the Nadothraki barbarians deep in the grasslands."

"They vowed to cross the Narrow Sea, carrying fierce winds and raging fire."

"Smash our walls, burn our towns."

"I just don't know."

"Is the dragon girl on horseback leading the way, or the horse king who rides the dragon?"

The audience in the tavern burst into laughter, and people outside also crowded in.

The bard's fingers plucked the strings, and the song gradually rose in pitch.

"King Robert the hero traveled to a foreign land for this matter."

"He crossed the Blackwaters and traversed the Narrow Sea, personally wielding a battle axe and a spear."

"We swear to slay that barbarian chieftain and end the absurdity of that bloodline!"

At this moment, the sound of the zither suddenly became mournful, and the strings seemed to break in sorrow.

"Who knew that disaster would strike from within, with the traitor emerging from among our own relatives!"

"Stannis, the gloomy duke, Robert's own brother."

"They actually spread lies about the king's death; what a despicable act of witchcraft!"

"He summoned shadows in the mist, using evil magic to steal the light."

"Intentionally trying to harm our young Joffrey, the Bucks' innocent lad."

"Go and seize that Iron Throne, so I can be crowned king!"

After hearing this, everyone applauded.

But no one paid.

"Kill your own family!" the monk added loudly.

"The Seven Gods despise kinsmen the most! Such people will go to hell after they die!"

The people in the tavern exchanged glances.

Someone responded lazily.

"Go to hell? Only those who starve to death go to hell."

A man drinking brown soup nearby chimed in, "That's right, all that fighting among the men, it's always us who suffer in the end."

"We've had so many kings, but none of them have made our work any easier."

This remark elicited a few scattered responses.

King Joffrey is a good man.

He opened several canteens in the flea den, and sometimes they would even sell the good stuff that was sold during the martial arts tournament.

Even if it's the best, I won't give it to them for free.

So it doesn't really matter who becomes king.

The monk and the bard exchanged a glance.

The poet put down his lute, lowered his voice, and spoke in a mysterious tone that seemed to say, "I'm only telling you this."

"You guys don't know yet, do you?"

"Stannis closed all the academies and taverns on Dragonstone. He didn't leave a single one alive."

The tavern suddenly fell silent.

The monk entered and nodded solemnly.

"It's off."

"The red god he worshipped forbade people to drink alcohol, to gamble, and even to sing and dance."

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they were seeing the sun rising in the west.

"He also punishes drunkards severely," the bard added. "If he catches one, he whips him. A friend of mine just came back from there."

"Damn it..." someone cursed.

"If he comes to King's Landing..." the monk drawled.

Before he could finish speaking, the tavern erupted in chaos.

"That son of a bitch can't be allowed into the city!"

"Protect our technology...protect our city!"

"Stannis, go to hell!"

"Long live King Joffrey!"

……

Although it's a bit of an exaggeration.

But what was spread was mostly the truth.

Ever since Littlefinger died, the bottom line of the King's Landing leadership has risen sharply.

After all, Ed, the moral exemplar, is keeping a close eye on things.

However, you can't defend a city with just words.

Stannis's forces were not large, and among his vassals, only Valerian and Setiga had any real strength.

The combined number of soldiers on the islands is only a few thousand.

Therefore, the other half of his forces were brought in by Davos Seaworth, the "Onion Knight".

This guy was a smuggler by trade and had some connections with pirates; other people wouldn't have been able to summon so many ships.

As for King's Landing...

After the propaganda was launched, the people were united in their hatred of the enemy and rushed to join the city's defense forces.

Those with combat experience were assigned to the capital's garrison, while the rest were mixed with conscripted soldiers sent by the king and other feudal lords for intensive training.

Although half of them were new recruits who had never held a sword before, they were enough to defend the city.

These are all the things we have time to do right now.

Since Renly hasn't become king, Stannis most likely won't attack Storm's End first.

Therefore, his fleet could appear in Blackwater Bay at any time.

The next day, or the next hour.

"Didn't the people who went to scout find anything?" Cersei pulled Tyrion aside and questioned him with a hostile expression.

"No, none of those fishermen who volunteered have returned."

He licked his lips and poured himself another glass of wine.

This guy has been drinking more and more lately.

"And what about your little birds, Lord Varys? Aren't they everywhere?"

The eunuch was also somewhat dejected.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that woman in red really does possess magic. I haven't received any news from her since last month."

"It is said that this heretic would burn traitors alive as offerings to her heretical god."

"But they are just poor children..." He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Joffrey glanced at the various expressions on the faces of the crowd and couldn't help but speculate in his mind.

It's unclear whether the spider genuinely didn't receive the message or simply chose not to tell them.

The other two Lannisters have also been arresting people everywhere lately.

A kind-hearted man, unable to bear seeing people living in dilapidated houses, demolished all the buildings along the river and then sent them all to repair the city walls.

Another gathered all the blacksmiths in King's Landing together to work on his chained iron chains.

The Prime Minister, however, neither understood nor wanted to participate in these matters, so he went off to train the troops.

"Uncle," Joffrey began.

We can't let them keep wasting their time.

The little devil turned his head.

Upon suddenly hearing this address, a look of foreboding crossed his face.

"I'd like to trouble you to make a trip to the Alchemists' Guild," Joffrey said calmly.

"Help me check how much wildfire is left."