socalfunplaces Chapter 184 Use of Power
Chapter 184 Use of Power
Chapter 184 Use of Power
A soldier pushed open the door and entered; Harriet recognized him as the guard in the corridor.
"I'm sorry, Lord Royce sent someone to give instructions that you cannot be alone with the Earl, so I must remain in the room."
Harriet thought that perhaps Royce Seck wasn't as useless as Master Jord had said; at least he had some sense of caution.
However, if there are outsiders present, she and Jarl will be unable to have the conversation they envision with Reggie.
Harriet habitually glanced at Jarl, but this time, Jarl shook his head.
If it were just a matter of killing this soldier, it should have been an easy task for Jarl.
But even Harriet knew that doing so was inappropriate.
Currently, the Iron Chain Fortress Sack family controls Whitewood City, and she and Jarl are essentially lambs to the slaughter.
If someone were to die at this point, it would undoubtedly be digging one's own grave.
Even if they manage to escape, it will inevitably implicate Count Reggie and his family.
If something were to happen to them, Cathy would be heartbroken.
More importantly, it will surely alert the Zorc family, making them realize that the Lines family's power has been revived and is ready to make a move.
But what if we can't harm this soldier?
Harriet looked at Reggie—oh! Poor Earl.
Just looking at Harriet right now has probably used up most of his energy.
In this situation, she had to figure out a solution herself.
Harriet knew her place; she wasn't knowledgeable enough, nor was she particularly eloquent, so she couldn't persuade the soldier to leave.
Therefore, relying on ordinary power would not achieve her goal.
Coincidentally, she possessed extraordinary power.
But this power is a gentle power; it was created not to harm people.
Harriet had asked Mr. Mosley if this power could be used for offense.
Mr. Mosley said yes, but she would need to develop it herself, and gave him a few suggestions.
Harriet decided to give it a try, but first she needed to clarify her goals.
Was she going to kill him? Obviously not.
All you need to do is make sure the other person can't hear you.
Harriet cannot make the other person deaf; instead, she can make their hearing more sensitive.
Just then, Harriet remembered Mr. Mosley's words: letting power run wild is also a way of using power.
She suddenly had an idea.
Since she can only make these soldiers' hearing more sensitive, she might as well make it as sensitive as possible.
Harriet immediately gathered her power, used witchcraft, and then secretly unleashed it on the man.
The power took effect shortly afterward; the soldier let out a short cry and then fell to the ground quietly.
The person was lying there writhing and rolling around, his hands tightly covering his ears, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.
Jarl immediately asked, "You attacked him?"
Harriet shook her head: "I enhanced him."
"But why is he like this, even to the point of being unable to make a sound?"
“He can make a sound, he just doesn’t dare,” Harriet replied. “His hearing has become unusually acute; his own shouts might make his brain tremble. Let’s continue.”
“But he’s listening,” Jar said, “and you say you’ve enhanced his hearing.”
“I let my power run rampant,” Harriet replied. “Now his hearing is so sensitive that a grain of sand falling to the ground might sound like thunder to him.”
Doesn't that mean he'll listen to whatever we say?
"Being able to hear everything also means being unable to hear anything," Harriet said. "Our conversation would probably be drowned out by the sound waves in his ears."
Brown Braid remained silent for a long time, seemingly deep in thought about Harriet's actions, before finally managing to offer only a brief comment:
"There has been progress."
Perhaps, but Harriet understood, yet she still couldn't escape Mr. Mosley's guidance.
She suddenly realized that what Mr. Mosley had said to her unintentionally might have been extremely valuable tips.
Harriet went to Count Reggie, helped him with his pillows, and helped him sit up.
Count Reggie said in a narrative voice, "Thank you, madam. I should be kneeling before you, but you are the one serving me."
"Don't worry about it, sir. Besides—" Harriet said, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I'm just his fiancée."
"Hmm—yes," Count Reggie asked after a few seconds of rest, "may I ask which family you are from?"
Harriet's lowly bloodline inevitably made her feel somewhat inferior.
"I am just the daughter of an ordinary person."
"I see," Reggie paused, "Then your future path won't be easy—good luck if you really want to stay by Cathy's side."
Of course I want to stay with Casey, but:
"You don't deny my identity?"
Count Reggie forced a smile: "Perhaps other highland nobles will object to this marriage because of your lowly bloodline."
But I have no right to object. Kathy is indeed Natalie's son, but the identity of his father is unclear.
"I once asked Sir Pegasus who Cathy's father was, but he said he didn't know either. However, I don't think it's anything to be proud of. And since I can acknowledge Cathy, why wouldn't I acknowledge you?"
From just these few words, Harriet concluded that the frail old man before her must be Cathy's friend:
"Thank you for your understanding, sir."
"I wanted to decline, but I didn't know your name."
Upon hearing this, Harriet belatedly realized that she had not yet introduced herself:
"My name is Harriet Lavigne."
"Harriet—I hope you can be a woman who can stand on your own two feet, just like your name suggests."
"I will try my best."
"So, you're saying the master is alright?"
"Very healthy!"
"Really?" A sincere smile appeared on Reggie's aged face. "That's wonderful—Harriet, you must take good care of Cathy."
"I will!" I swore!
"Kathy is a poor kid. He's lonely, but he's more afraid of being alone than anyone else," Reggie said. "He's actually very clingy."
But I was always worried about being disliked, so I didn't dare to get too close to anyone. I noticed this a long time ago, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
"When he was young, I could protect his body within the city walls, but I could not protect his heart. He had no relatives from childhood, his mother's whereabouts were unknown, his father's name was unknown, and he had no brothers or sisters, so I could not give him affection."
Hearing Reggie's sigh, Harriet quickly said:
"Casey has already met his mother!"
Reggie's eyes widened: "Harriet?"
"Um!"
"Thank God, she's still alive!"
Although they might be in danger right now, Harriet wouldn't tell Reggie that:
"He also learned about his father's identity and spent some time with him."
"Oh?" Reggie's voice rose slightly. "Who is it?"
“Henry,” Harriet replied, “Henry Gijano Panza, known as the Navigator.”
Upon hearing this, Reggie was immediately speechless and stood frozen on the bed.
He suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha! As expected of Jasper's daughter, Natalie's taste isn't too bad. Navigator? What a prestigious title! They say bad men are more attractive to women, and it seems that's true?"
Is the navigator a bad man? Harriet wasn't sure, but he couldn't possibly be a great guy.
However, not all women like bad men. Harriet thought, "Cathy is a good man, and I like him."
Reggie seemed much more energetic, and he continued:
"But Casey's judgment should be good too. The fact that you dared to risk your life and venture deep into the enemy-held Whitewood City shows that you have courage and are willing to sacrifice for Casey."
Harriet bowed slightly: "Thank you for your compliment, sir."
"You are very tall, and your child with Cathy will surely be kind and strong."
Despite Harriet's best efforts to suppress her emotions, she couldn't stop her cheeks from turning flushed and burning.
"Sir, it's too early. We're all too young."
“He’s not young anymore,” Reggie said. “If I remember correctly, Cathy is fourteen years old, isn’t he? He’s a grown man now—well, you might not believe it, but I’ve watched Cathy grow up, and to me, he’s like my own flesh and blood.”
"Yes, Casey is a lovely boy, so I was looking forward to holding his child—but now it seems unlikely. Look at my health, I'm afraid I won't make it that far."
Forced labor? Harriet had never expected to encounter such a problem on the plateau.
Moreover, this kind of thing can't be accomplished in just a few words.
However, upon hearing Reggie's regretful voice, Harriet felt that she could help him from another angle.
Harriet reached out and grasped Reggie's aged right hand.
Then, by mobilizing the collective resources, they began to examine Reggie's physical condition.
Mr. Mosley said that to fully understand the power in "Life Never Dies," one must put in a lot of extra work to understand the structure of various organisms. Harriet's first attempt to understand this was naturally her own body, that is, the structure of humans.
Harriet immediately noticed that several of Count Reggie's internal organs were showing signs of failure.
So she began to use witchcraft in an attempt to heal the internal organs and restore their vitality.
She felt the power within her flowing into Reggie's body, and she also noticed that Reggie's internal organs were being rapidly repaired.
After finishing, Harriet felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion creeping over her entire body.
There was no other way; Reggie's body was very weak, and she could only undergo delicate treatments, which required a lot of effort and energy.
When he opened his eyes, Reggie's complexion had improved a lot, and he seemed to feel it himself.
Reggie asked incredulously, "What did you do?"
"My power," Harriet replied.
Reggie squinted at Harriet, but before he could speak, Jarl, who had been listening in, interjected:
"But you'd better continue to feign illness; it's a cheap yet effective strategy that can lull the enemy into a false sense of security."
"Of course I understand," Reggie said energetically. "It seems that Casey must have gone through a lot on this trip."
"Yes," Harley nodded.
“This power will definitely help Cathy,” Reggie said. “Harriet, for that reason alone, the Davis family will surely acknowledge you as the Duke’s fiancée.”
Harriet felt flattered and overwhelmed; she had never imagined she could be so happy.
"Thank you, sir."
"Yes," Reggie nodded, "but I've also considered being Cathy's wife."
"Feed?"
"I originally intended for my granddaughter to marry Cathy, but I discovered that I had long since developed feelings for her. Therefore, when I heard that the Zorc family wanted to arrange a marriage between them, I didn't object, thinking that as long as Cathy could secure her position as duke, that would be fine. But if I had been a little more selfish, things wouldn't have turned out this way. My granddaughter wouldn't have to be pushed into that bastard Royce's bed on her fourteenth birthday next year."
“Don’t say that, sir,” Harriet said. “No one can predict everything in the world, and the future is still uncertain. At least, your decision allowed me to meet Cathy, which is my good fortune.”
Reggie's smile was much brighter after his complexion improved.
"You two have such a good relationship... But I don't want to get too involved in your young love affairs. Alright, why did you come to White Forest City?"
Harriet regained her composure: "Count Zeman of Moonstone Fortress sent me to inquire about your situation."
"Hmph!" Reggie snorted. "Morgan at least hasn't forgotten Lord Jasper's kindness to us."
Harriet added, "He said if we could communicate, you could tell me more."
“Yes,” Reggie said, “I’m the only one who can make this decision. For thousands of years, only Whitewood City has never betrayed Goringburg. Although Goringburg has fallen, the bloodline of the Lines still lives on, and the Davis family will surely follow!”
Harriet asked, "Sir, what should I do?"
Regis asked briefly, "Does Kathy have any help outside the plateau?"
"There is a librarian who is willing to help Cathy."
"What role can a librarian play?" Reggie sighed and shook his head. "And although Cassie's father is a navigator, pirates leave their offspring everywhere, so it's unlikely he would send a fleet just for Cassie. Besides, his large ships probably can't even climb the turbulent currents of the plateau."
Harriet wanted to say that Mr. Mosley's power was not to be underestimated, but she also understood that an individual's strength was unlikely to influence the course of the entire region.
"Hmm—" Reggie sighed again, "Kathy needs help. The Zeman family alone is far from enough. He needs more."
"Yes," Harriet nodded in agreement.
"But Whitewood City has already fallen. The other nobles on the plateau will not give me face and raise the banner of rebellion, risking turning against the Zork family."
Reggie squinted in thought, then suddenly gave an order.
"Bring me paper and a pen!"
He quickly wrote down a list and handed it to Harriet.
Harriet asked, "Are these your friends?"
"I've already said that my friends are not trustworthy right now," Reggie said.
"And these are—"
Reggie replied, "The way of riding the earth may have been abandoned long ago, but those who bear that title are always more principled than lords."
Kashi's guardians were once the strongest warriors on the highlands, and these were his admirers.