APTnovel Chapter 501 Request for an Audience
Chapter 501 Request for an Audience
Chapter 501 Request for an Audience
"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? I have a small five in my hand!"
Atticus, who had replaced a silver tooth in his upper jaw, grinned from ear to ear, gathering a table full of bets into his lap. "Even an all-knowing genius herald master can't predict everything, like my trump card."
Johnny Farr, the court's chief herald, shrugged, placed another ante, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Playing cards is really just a numbers game. As long as I calculate correctly, you definitely can't beat me."
“But you’ve been losing all afternoon,” Atticus retorted dismissively. “You’ve almost lost three gold coins.”
"The premise is that there are enough games," Jonas said. "You know, in federal universities, this kind of uncertain mathematics is called probability."
"Probability? The dice are rolled by the Lord; no one can predict the next number."
"But if enough are thrown, the result will inevitably tend toward probability," Jonas said. "This is a theory from many years ago, and it is said that Easterners have conducted a large number of large-sample experiments on this, and their theory has been verified."
"You'll have to beat me first, Jonas," Atticus said, "otherwise it's all bullshit."
Then Jonas put in three large silver coins.
"Trying to bluff me?" Atticus grinned. "I'll call, and raise again!"
Jonas stood frozen at the table for a moment, then threw down his cards and got up to leave.
Seeing this, Caroline helped to put Jonas's coins away.
"You've already run away? Commander of the Heralds?" Atticus provoked.
“Stubbornness is a bad habit for a herald, and I know how to cut my losses in time,” Jonas said.
"Then you have to admit that playing cards isn't a math game," Atticus said, getting up and straightening the hem of his long, gold-trimmed coat.
"Practice makes perfect, I can't deny that, but my respect for knowledge will never waver," Jonas said stubbornly. "However, Sir, if possible, I hope you can do me a favor."
"The Twin Towers and the harbor serve the Sinclair family, and I will never refuse your request as long as it is based on loyalty and righteousness."
Atticus said.
"That's enough," Jonas said. "By the way, I remember you were knighted by His Highness Mitchell."
"That was many years ago. I was his attendant. I know what you're trying to say. Of course I remember His Highness's teachings. I understand what the bottom line of justice is."
Jonas nodded, and Caroline followed him away.
On the way back to the Heraldry, Jonas turned around and said, "Hmm—we've been playing cards all afternoon. Looks like we'll have to work overtime tonight to finish up the work we've been accumulating."
"Yes," Caroline nodded.
"I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't waste this time, right?" Jonas retorted.
Caroline shook her head: "I understand your meaning, my lord."
"You are truly remarkable, Anne. You possess a composure far surpassing that of men, and I am grateful to those who raised you."
Upon hearing Jonas's words, Caroline's eye twitched involuntarily.
Although—the person who raised me may also be the one who harms me.
Caroline quickly banished the thoughts from her mind.
This conflict still causes her deep distress and pain.
Jonas was undoubtedly paving the way for Caroline's future.
Caroline, however, needs that supreme power.
She had longed for power since childhood, yet she was aware of her own mediocrity. But now, power could make up for that lack.
Of course, she wasn't doing it for herself.
She wanted to rescue her mother.
However, her own identity became an obstacle in this turbulent situation.
If she cannot wield the sword and spear, then she is the target of the sword and spear.
"You flatter me, Lord Jonas," Caroline said modestly.
This is not the Heraldry Academy, but given the presence of people around, the proper formalities are still necessary.
Atticus is the garrison commander of the Twin Towers and the port sheriff; if we can win him over...
Whether it's keeping the enemy outside the capital or infiltrating the city with one's own men, the chances of success are undoubtedly much higher.
Finally, they returned to the Herald Academy.
Everyone else had gone out to work, and now it was just the two of them.
Jonas walked deeper into the compound, tidying up unfinished work as he spoke to Anne: "The Eldest Princess's methods have been underestimated by everyone. She swept away dissent on the front lines with swift and decisive action, and now the army is advancing triumphantly. Her influence has accumulated considerable military merit. This means her prestige is rising rapidly."
"But she's a woman," Caroline said.
“You are the same,” Jonas said. “Just as she needed more leverage to wield power, so too do you, Anne.”
Caroline said, "I understand, but history has shown that any title, name, or even justice is written by the victors; power triumphs over everything."
“That’s what a herald should say,” Jonas said with a satisfied smile. “But clearly, our predicament is that, as the granddaughter of the former king, you are now a member of a collateral branch and have been missing for many years. Your identity is already being questioned, making it impossible for you to openly accumulate strength. In fact, our progress has been very slow.”
Caroline is very aware of this.
Caroline had been watching Jonas's recent efforts closely, and she knew very well that Jonas had to put in a tremendous amount of effort for even the slightest progress.
Caroline will never forget this kindness. Clearly, Jonas didn't have to go through all this trouble; he did it all for Caroline.
Although Jonas claimed it was for the sake of royal legitimacy and based on his friendship with Caroline's father.
Mitchell Sinclair, although Caroline has recently learned of many of his shortcomings.
But no one dared to deny the prince's straightforwardness and loyalty.
However, no matter how much Caroline verifies the past, she cannot change the fact that the deceased can never return.
Saving my mother is the most important thing right now.
She went to see her mother again a few days ago.
The princess was no longer insane; instead, her eyes were filled with doting affection.
She felt she owed me, Caroline thought, while I was the one who was indebted.
strength!
Caroline needs strength.
"During this time, my research on the Divine Gift Codex has become more profound," Caroline said with a firm gaze. "Spice is the key to deciphering it, and the origin of spices is unknown, but they are undoubtedly very ancient, so the power hidden within them must also be so."
"It's like having books but not knowing how to read, Anne," Jonas said earnestly. "Power that can't be used is as ephemeral as mist."
"Knock knock knock!"
A knock came at the door.
"Come in," Jonas said.
A servant came to report: "Commander Jonas, someone has brought a letter of introduction and requests an audience with you."
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Jonas looked at the other person: "Who is it?"
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"He calls himself Dick Buchanan, a knight."