Corleone's voice was full of incitement. He opened his hands as if he were drawing a grand blueprint. "Under your rule, Flea Bottom will no longer be the chaotic appearance you remember."
"The streets will be cleaned up and order will be strictly enforced. Any thugs who dare to cause trouble here will be severely punished. It will become the safest place in the entire King's Landing!"
"Imagine, Your Majesty!"
He continued to confuse, "When you arrive at the brand-new Flea Bottom and walk on the clean streets, your people stand on both sides, giving you cheers like a mountain and a tsunami!"
"This will be the greatest feat in the entire history of the Seven the Seven Kingdomss. What even the Conqueror" Aegon Targaryen was unable to accomplish, was accomplished under the rule of you, Joffrey the Great Baratheon I King Your Majesty!"
"You will prove to everyone that under your rule, even the darkest corners of King's Landing can be cleansed and returned to the glory of kingship!"
Corleone These seductive words were like the sweetest poison, completely filling Joffrey's vanity.
Especially the sentence "What even the Conqueror Aegon can't do" is very lethal.
For a young king who is only fifteen years old, whose mind is far from mature but who holds supreme authority and whose brain is still lacking, this wonderful vision has no resistance at all.
His breathing began to become rapid, as if he had seen the history books juxtapose Joffrey Baratheon and the Conqueror Aegon, and even surpass them in that glorious moment!
"That's great... that's great!"
"What a great idea you have, Wei..."
He pointed at Corleone, and his tone was urgent, but with the usual superior and frivolous feeling. "By the way, what's your name?"
Hearing this, Corleone couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly.
After talking for so long and wasting so much of my saliva, you didn't even remember my name?
This IQ...
Inbreeding kills people.
But why don't his younger siblings have anything wrong with them except for their love brain?
Food for thought.
He was complaining quickly in his heart, but the expression on Corleone's face was still impeccably respectful, and he bowed slightly. "Vito·Corleone, Your Majesty."
"Vito...Corleone!"
Joffrey repeated it loudly, and the sharp voice almost echoed throughout the Prime Minister's Tower.
"Okay! I remember you!"
"If you can actually do what you say you'll do and turn that cesspool of Flea Bottom into a place worthy of a king.
"The great Joffrey Baratheon I will personally canonize you as a knight, and reward you with fiefs and titles, so that you can have your own family crest!"
This promise is not unimportant.
For others, I am afraid that they will be so excited that they become incoherent immediately.
After all, in Westeros, where one's birth determines one's destiny, it is extremely difficult for a person to achieve a complete class leap. Being able to become a knight is already an unattainable dream for most civilians.
Not to mention, being personally canonized by a king can also have fiefs and titles, which are hereditary and irreplaceable.
However, in the face of Joffrey's generous promise, Corleone couldn't help but feel calm and even wanted to laugh.
Knight?
This title is indeed very useful, but it doesn't matter who it is.
If you are canonized by a great knight like the Sword of Dawn or Barristan Selmy, then the person who is designated will also be honored and respected by others.
But Joffrey Baratheon...
For the sake of the Seven Gods, even if the other party dares to block it, I am afraid that Corleone will not dare to mention this matter to others in the future, because this will be the biggest black history in his life.
Just like Tyrion's evaluation in the original book.
There have been stupid kings and crazy kings in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, but this is the first time that a king is both crazy and stupid.
Corleone would shudder just thinking about it if he would be known as the "Crazy Stupid King Knight" in the future.
However, although he was slandering in his heart, his face still showed the right amount of flattery at the right time, and he bowed again, his voice extremely sincere.
"Thank you for your trust and generosity, Your Majesty."
"It is my greatest honor to be able to share the worries of the royal family and contribute a little bit to your great cause. I will never dare to ask for any other reward!"
This kind of grateful attitude was very useful to Joffrey.
"Hahaha!!!"
He turned to Tywin and laughed like a child who had just got a favorite toy and was eager to show off, "Did you hear that, Grandpa!"
"I will be the greatest king of the Seven the Seven Kingdoms history!"
"I will surpass my father, even surpass the Conqueror Aegon, history will remember that moment, maybe people will call me Joffrey Saint Baratheon in the future!"
"By the way, I want people to knock down Great Sept's statue of Baelor and build a bigger and more magnificent statue of me, preferably made of gold!"
Seeing Joffrey's smug look, Tywin felt a sense of boredom in his heart.
He is naive, shallow, arrogant, and can be incited to forgetfulness with just a few empty words. This extremely stupid performance, coupled with his bloodline that brings shame to his family...
"I never doubted your potential and determination, Your Majesty."
Taking a deep breath, Tywin, like Corleone, looked calm on the surface and looked at him with a calm tone before speaking slowly.
There was no emotion at all, neither agreement nor opposition, it was more like a stylized perfunctory move based on status and face.
However, he cleverly avoided the topic of "the greatest king".
Maybe even Tywin thinks this title is too disgusting.
Hearing that even the famous Tywin Lannister praised him, Joffrey felt even more proud. He secretly thought to himself that following Miss Marga's words, he would occasionally raid the Prime Minister's Tower, and indeed there would be unexpected gains.
In the future, we may be able to reduce unnecessary "small games" and go to the Prime Minister's Tower to listen to state affairs more often.
Well... it's a pity that it's too far away. Even riding in a sedan makes me feel a little tired.
Why don't we just have this place demolished and build one near my Bedchamber?
The smooth-brained king always thought about problems simply and crudely, but just when he was seriously considering tearing down the Prime Minister's Tower and rebuilding it, Tywin spoke again.
"But Your Majesty."
"It is important to restore order in Flea Bottom, but I think the most important responsibility of a good king, a ruler who is committed to establishing an eternal foundation, is to ensure the continuation of the dynasty."
The Prime Minister spoke unhurriedly, not giving Joffrey any time to continue immersing himself in fantasy, and changed the subject directly.
He was really fed up with Joffrey's harassment. In other words, in layman's terms, he started to suffer from stupidity.
"Your wedding to Miss Marga Li is coming soon. At this time, you should first find the Minister of Finance to learn more about the wedding arrangements and budget."
"After all, this is about the royal family's face."
He spoke very naturally, with a tone of teaching the younger generation. "A grand, luxurious wedding worthy of a king's status can show our strength to the seven the Seven Kingdoms."
"A strong alliance between the Lannister, Baratheon and Tyrell families will strike fear into our enemies and help us win the war."
"On the other hand, if we do it too shabbily, it will arouse criticism from the nobles and think that our strength is beginning to decline."
What he said was very reasonable. Even though the tone of the lesson made Joffrey feel a little uncomfortable, he could only grit his teeth and nod.
Corleone, on the other hand, calmly took in all this and understood it in his heart.
This old fox...
In just a few words, he skillfully passed the hot potato of "Crazy Stupid King" to his Tyrion son.
Although he has never liked or even acknowledged Tyrion as his son, doing so is indeed a bit unethical.
It can be predicted that what poor Tyrion will face next will be endless harassment from a king who is picky about the details of the wedding and even whimsical.
After all, even the Seven Gods may not be able to predict what strange and bizarre ideas this eternal emperor with an out-of-touch personality and unique brain circuits will have in the next moment.
Sure enough, the Emperor was led astray by Tywin's words.
"That makes sense, Lord Tywin."
He stood up, with a ferocious smile on his face, "But it doesn't matter, if that damn Tyrion can't make the wedding more beautiful than ever, I will order Marin·Tran Ser to cut him in half for treason!"
"The half-person will become half-person, hahaha!"
As he said this, Joffrey laughed unbridled, but the joke didn't seem funny, because no one present except him laughed.
Although Tywin didn't like Tyrion's son, he never laughed at him in front of outsiders for the sake of the family's face.
If the Prime Minister doesn't smile, who dares to laugh?
Even Marin·Tran gritted his teeth and looked like he was having a hard time holding it in.
After a while, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed. Joffrey also felt bored and gradually put away his smile.
"The wedding is naturally important, but the construction of Free Fighting Arena must also be done as soon as possible!"
He cleared his throat, trying to save his face as the king, and said forcefully in a commanding tone, "Lord Tywin, I want you to fully assist this...
"Vito·Corleone, Your Majesty."
"Ah... right!"
Joffrey pointed at Corleone: "Get it done as quickly as possible. When the time comes, I will go with my Queen to observe and accept the worship of my people!"
After saying that, the king seemed to be eager to "plan" his wedding.
He ordered the waiter to put the sedan down and sat on it unceremoniously, "Come on, let's see if my uncle, who is half a man tall, is thinking hard about the king's affairs now, or is he fooling around with a prostitute!"
At the king's order, the sedan slowly lifted up, and the two waiters turned and walked toward the door.
It must be said that their skills were very good, and they even squatted down when passing the door to prevent the door frame from hitting the royal head of the noble king.
Just looking at this scene, Corleone always feels a little unlucky.
Why does it look more and more like carrying a coffin...
No wonder he died so early. No wonder Stannis, Your Majesty the Great.