N-A-A Chapter 291 Heraldic Attendant
Chapter 291 Heraldic Attendant
Chapter 291 Heraldic Attendant
The man in front of me is named Wolf Ritchie.
He is the lord of the Ritchie waters and the heir to Duke Ferdinand Ritchie.
His uncle, Dale Ritchie, was the husband of Princess Sally Sinclair.
Wolf glanced at Anne, his eyes full of disdain.
Anne was often looked down upon, so she was able to calmly control her emotions in the face of Wolf's arrogant attitude.
She casually placed a few sheets of paper in front of the man, then said slowly:
"Lord Wolf, the Royal Family has carefully considered your family's request. This is the plan drafted by the Heraldry."
Wolf lay back in his chair, glancing at the plan briefly without picking it up to examine it.
He looked at Anne: "You mean this is the royal family's intention?"
"Yes."
"And who are you?"
Anne explained, "I am a Herald of the Heraldry of the Heraldry."
"Servant? Ha! That means you're nothing at all?"
Wolf glared angrily and slammed his fist on the chair armrest.
"What is this? Is it an insult to me? Or is it an insult to the Richie family?"
"Absolutely not. The Heraldic Attendant is not an attendant, but a formal position within the Heraldic Academy. I am also a Heraldic Master."
"Hmph! I've never heard of a woman becoming a herald."
"Female heraldsmen are indeed rare," Anne had to admit, "but I'm not the first, and I won't be the last."
"Then why doesn't Jonas Farr come to see me?"
Wolf roared, "What is this if not an insult? I am the heir to the dukedom, and my daughter is the current princess! Don't I deserve a personal audience with Jonas? Or is this Toren's doing?"
Toren is the eldest prince, and Wolf's sudden mention of this name is undoubtedly an attempt to shift the blame onto the eldest prince.
Anne wouldn't fall for it, but she also understood that if this matter wasn't handled properly, it would become very troublesome.
But she had to handle it herself; it was Anne's job, and she didn't want to bother Master Jonas every time this happened.
"Joannas has other work to do."
"What could be more important than seeing me?"
Hearing this, Annie thought the person in front of her was really confident.
"It is indeed an important matter that I cannot extricate myself from."
"Then tell me!"
"I'm sorry, this is confidential and I cannot disclose it."
"you!"
Wolf suddenly stood up angrily, raised his right hand, and slapped Anne's left cheek.
"Wolf!"
Suddenly a voice called out, and the hand stopped beside Annie's face.
The force of his palm rippled through Annie's hair; Wolf must have used all his strength.
It seems he really intends to slap Annie.
Annie is very afraid of pain.
However, throughout the entire process, Anne stood motionless in place, showing no intention of dodging.
She knew very well that if she showed fear, everyone would start bullying her.
Anne didn't want to be seen as a weak person who was easy to bully.
But the fear was real at that moment; her heart was racing, and she was feeling wronged. At the same time, she was trying her best to control her emotions and not lose control.
Then, the voice that had called out to Wolf continued:
"What are you doing! Good heavens! This isn't your Peacock Burger!"
Wolf reluctantly withdrew his hand, walked back to his seat, and plopped down.
"She humiliated me!"
Only then did Anne turn her head to look.
Princess Sally was walking this way, and her husband Dalin, who was following behind her, was closing the door.
Sally glanced at Anne warily, her arrogance mirroring that of Wolf.
They truly are aunt and niece.
Sally looked at Wolf: "How old are you?"
"Forty-three."
"You're forty-three years old, not young anymore, how can you still be so short-sighted?"
Upon hearing this, Wolf also glared at Sally.
"Hey! Wolf! The first lesson for anyone in power is learning to control their emotions. Right now, even my youngest granddaughter can read your mind."
Wolf's lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing and looked away.
Anne thought this man really never learned his lesson; he had clearly told her to control her emotions, but he was still throwing a tantrum.
Is this person really over forty years old?
Sally said, "If she humiliates you, that's a handle you can keep to yourself. But if you hit her, the handprint on her face will become a handle for others to use against you."
"Remember, Wolf, a duke's heir is nothing in Platinum Castle, not even a duke. You never know who you can't afford to offend, so it's best not to offend anyone."
"Power does not tolerate any mistakes."
After reprimanding Wolf, the old lady turned to Anne, her eyes sharp:
"So, what are you doing here?"
"On behalf of the Royal Family, present the proposal to Sir Wolfe."
"Representing the royal family? Ha!"
Sally scoffed, tilted her head back, and looked down at Anne. "I am the king's daughter, the princess of this country. I am part of the royal family. I wouldn't even dare to say that I can represent the royal family. How dare you say that you can?"
Anne was not afraid to be tough: "The plan was approved by the Royal Council. If this does not represent the Royal Family, then any orders issued from Platinum Castle will be nothing but a joke."
Sally narrowed her eyes, staring at Anne for a while, her earlier disdain completely gone:
"What's your name?"
"Anne Booker".
"Booker—what a marginal family name! And nobody knows books better than the Sinclairs."
Absolutely not, Aaron knows far more than these people.
Moreover, in terms of reading ability, Anne believed that she even surpassed Aaron, and these Sinclair playboys could not compare to her. But if Anne were to say this, she would be seen as an arrogant and self-absorbed person.
Anne could only reply, "My name is not important right now. I am a member of the Heraldry, and I am here in my official capacity."
“Talking about official positions is just self-deception. Enough, I’m too lazy to waste my breath on you,” Sally said. “There is only one person in the Heraldry whose name I should remember, and that is your commander, Jonas Farr.”
Anne did the same: "I have brought the proposal; please review it, Your Excellency Wolf."
"He'll take his time to think about it," Sally said. "Come back tomorrow and ask him what he thinks. If he hasn't made up his mind yet, come back the day after tomorrow."
Sally's tone left no room for argument, and in fact, Anne had no right to make such a request.
She had no choice but to agree, even though she knew it was the other party making things difficult for her.
Hmm—if this is the princess, then it's certainly different from the stories she's read.
Where is the gentle, considerate, and understanding demeanor in this?
Especially considering her age, Mrs. Sally must be over fifty years old.
Anne could only bow and say, "Yes."
"You can leave now; this is none of your business."
Hearing Sally's order to leave, Anne felt a sense of relief. She bowed slightly and then left the room.
As he passed by Dalin, the white-haired old man nodded to Annie.
The narrow and cramped corridors of Platinum Castle make the building seem small.
It is said that Eugene Sinclair designed it himself. Anne doesn't understand why this man who ushered in a new era didn't design his castle to be bigger.
Anne went straight back to the Heraldry, seeing the Platinum Code of Heraldry hanging or painted along the way.
The emblem depicts the famous divinely ordained book, which Anne had glimpsed a few times on the day she first arrived in the capital, when she was reporting to the old king in the audience hall.
However, her distraction went unnoticed by the king, because she heard him snoring on his throne.
Anne was very curious about what secrets were recorded in that huge book.
Unfortunately, Anne never had the chance to go to the audience hall again after that day.
Even though the audience hall allowed the heraldic squires to enter, Anne didn't have time to look.
The bustle here is incomparable to that of the Herald Academy. Even when Annie's courses were at their busiest, it was not nearly as busy as it is here.
Moreover, the atmosphere here was unusually tense, and everyone was in a state of panic, including Annie.
In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at the entrance of the Heraldry Academy.
Pushing open the door, Anne saw Jonas Farrell sitting deep inside the room, writing furiously.
Anne quietly closed the door and stood beside Jonas.
Seeing the other person's focused expression, Annie didn't dare to make a sound and disturb them.
Jonas had two neat and thick mustaches on his upper lip, the ends of which were tapered and curved upwards.
He seemed to have waxed his beard; Anne could see the slight sheen of it.
Jonas looked to be in his forties, but he had been the head of the Heraldry for twenty years.
He is said to be the youngest Herald General in the Royal Household, and even without verification, Anne believes this to be true.
Suddenly, Jonas looked up and gazed at Anne:
"Oh! Annie, when did you get here?"
"I just arrived," Anne replied. "Sir, I saw you were writing, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"fine,"
Jonas pinched the corner of his eye, then gently stroked his beard. "I've been so busy lately, I'm really exhausted, so I didn't notice you were here right away. So, you came from Sir Wolfe's?"
"Yes."
"Have you reached an agreement?"
Anne shook her head: "Wolf seemed unhappy that I was the one who met with him, and he got angry with me. Then Mrs. Sally came and sent me away, telling me to ask for her opinion later."
"Ha, let them drag it out, I'm not going to see him."
Why?
"Ritchie Waters didn't actually have anything to ask the royal family; he was just there to make his presence felt."
Annie asked, puzzled, "What's the benefit of this?"
"To manipulate power, one must first enter the game. If one remains silent from the beginning, it will be difficult to gain attention later, and one will eventually become an insignificant pawn."
"As you saw last time, our old king is a seasoned enthusiast of sleeping. I'm afraid that one day he might decide to spend his life with this hobby. And at times like this, many people who were originally hopeless will undoubtedly smell the scent of power."
"The Richie family is Princess Sally's husband's family and one of her factions. Sally is a strong woman, but she is still just a woman. If she wants to participate in the competition, she needs more explicit support. Therefore, the Richie family must make a direct appearance."
"It's a pity that the contestant they sent has absolutely no manners of a lord's heir. Contacting such a person could very well lead to trouble."
"He seems to be planning to meet with everyone in power in the capital. I don't know what others think, but I would never take the initiative to meet with him."
Anne nodded slightly, though she understood to some extent, but not completely.
However, she never expected to achieve success overnight; there is still much for her to learn.
What we need to do now is to master the ways to survive in the royal city.
Moreover, Anne didn't want to rely too much on Jonas, even though he claimed to be her senior, he wasn't someone Anne could completely trust.
Anne asked, "Sir, is there anything I need to do next?"
"These are all missions that require going out, and you've only been here a short time and are a young woman, so it's not suitable for you to carry them out."
Hearing this, Anne felt displeased. She didn't want others to look down on her because of her gender, nor did she need any extra care from others.
"My lord, heraldryers are not divided into men and women."
“Yes, but many more people, regardless of whether you’re a herald or not,” Jonas stroked his beard, “Annie, you’re a rare beauty, and there are plenty of people in this world who lust after you.”
Upon hearing this, Anne immediately realized that what Jonas said was true.
Anne has no special ability to protect herself, nor is she willing to give up her appearance.
This conflict was irreconcilable, and she could only nod helplessly at Jonas.
Just then, there was a knock on the gate of the Heraldry.
Jonas nodded slightly to Anne, who then went to open the door.
There was a soldier outside the door.
Anne said, "If you have anything to say, I will pass it on to Lord Jonas."
"No," the soldier shook his head, "I'm not here to see Lord Jonas."
Annie asked, puzzled, "Then who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, is Anne Booker here?"
Hearing her name spoken by the other person, Annie's nerves immediately tensed up.
She was merely an insignificant attendant in the royal city, and her duties at the Heraldry were limited to running errands.
Why would anyone know her name?
Annie asked cautiously, "Who's looking for me, and what does it want?"
"Ah, so you must be Miss Anne," the soldier under the helmet said, his expression unreadable. "I am a city guard from the royal city. Lord Alexander sent me to find you."
Hearing this name, Annie finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Alexander Coolidge was the newly appointed warden of the city. Anne had worked with him for a period of time, so they were acquaintances.
The soldier continued, "We found a suspicious-looking man outside Baijin Castle, and we were about to arrest him by force. But then the magistrate appeared and asked him what his purpose was."
"To my surprise, the other party mentioned your name. The magistrate seemed quite surprised, so he suspended the arrest of that person and sent me to confirm with you."
Upon hearing this, Annie couldn't guess the other person's identity.
However, since the man could say his name, she had to go and meet him.
After she briefly explained the situation to Jonas, he agreed to let her leave for a short while.
Anne then followed the soldiers outside the castle.
She walked quickly, her mind racing—
Who is it?