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As a king sent from heaven, Joffrey is of course here to revitalize the Baratheon dynasty. "Strongness of caste is pure nonsense!" On the Iron Throne, his screams resounded throughout the Red Keep. But looking at the silent lords in the hall, Joffrey calmed down a little. "There is a saying in the art of war: a victorious army will be arrogant, and an arrogant army will be defeated; a defeated army will mourn, and a mourning army will win." "I see, we have won too many battles in recent years and it has been too smooth." "Gather the grain, lower the high pavilion, quell the storm, destroy Dorn." "Now we are being attacked by three dragons from the other side of the narrow sea, which will scare you out of your wits." Keng! Keng! The two Valyrian steel swords were smashed into the floor by him, and the crisp trembling sound hit people's hearts. "You remember." "Because, as long as Joffrey lives." "He is invincible!"