vstars Chapter 702 Finding a Job for Your Child
Chapter 702 Finding a Job for Your Child
Inside the palace in Helmington, Karl stood in John's study, his body slightly tense, his gaze fixed on John, who was looking down at documents across from him.
The document had just been submitted by the intelligence department. Karl could guess what it said without even looking at it, after all, the commotion he had caused yesterday was so great that no one in the entire fortress could ignore it.
His fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the fabric, a vague unease rising within him. He was both worried that his father would scold him severely and had a nagging feeling that things might not be as bad as he imagined.
John's gaze lingered on the last line of the document. His brow twitched slightly, and he placed the thin sheet of paper on the table, glancing up at Carl standing opposite him.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on John's profile and outlining a gentle contour. He looked at Carl's slightly uneasy expression, pursed his lips, and then gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"Karl, you've caused quite a stir."
Upon hearing this, Carl's heart skipped a beat, and his already tense body tensed even more instantly.
He subconsciously lowered his head, his gaze falling on the tips of his shoes, his cheeks slightly flushed, and a strong sense of embarrassment welled up in his heart.
He could picture yesterday's scene: when he activated his abilities, he felt as if he were being lifted by an invisible force, flying around in the air above the fortress at such a speed that he created gusts of wind. Passing soldiers and civilians stopped and looked up at him.
Even worse, he lost control of his direction during his first takeoff and crashed directly into the church roof, creating a large hole in the sturdy roof, with broken tiles falling down with a clatter.
Carl felt increasingly embarrassed as he thought about it. He looked up at John's face, his voice low and timid.
"Father……"
He opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say lingered in his throat for a while before finally coming out, his tone full of uncertainty.
"Did I do something wrong? Maybe I shouldn't have shown my abilities..."
Karl's mind was in turmoil. He knew his ability was special; he had used it to fight the monsters lurking on the border and to save the lives of many of his comrades.
Yesterday, he just wanted to try flying higher and faster on a whim, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big commotion and even damage the church roof.
He began to doubt whether he really shouldn't have exposed this ability to everyone, whether it would cause trouble for his father, or whether it would give those who already had opinions about him as the crown prince a handle to use against him.
John looked at Carl's dejected appearance and felt both amused and sorry for him.
He deliberately put on a stern face, his eyes became serious, and his tone was deliberately harsh.
"You've only made one mistake..."
Carl's heart leaped into his throat. He held his breath, staring intently at John, waiting for the next sentence that might make him feel even more guilty.
He had already mentally prepared himself for the consequences. If his father punished him, whether it was confinement or some other form of punishment, he would accept it without hesitation. He had no reason to argue.
Seeing Carl's extremely tense expression, John finally couldn't help but blurt out the second half of his sentence with a hint of mockery.
"That means you shouldn't have made such a big hole in the church roof. This is considered vandalism of a public building and you should be fined several months' salary."
Carl was stunned. He blinked, seemingly not quite understanding.
He originally thought his father would give him a severe scolding and even restrict his ability to use it, but he didn't expect that the only wrong thing his father mentioned was damaging buildings, and that he would also be fined several months' wages.
He paused for a few seconds, then reacted, his tense body instantly relaxed, and the embarrassment on his face was replaced by a faint smile.
John saw Carl's expression brighten instantly, the seriousness on his face completely disappearing, replaced by a gentle smile.
He looked at Karl, and said earnestly, word by word:
"As for your abilities, you earned them by proving yourself, and it's not illegal. You even used them to fight those monsters and protect the country, so how can that be considered wrong?"
Upon hearing these words, Carl felt a surge of warmth wash over him, and his initial unease and guilt vanished instantly.
He looked at John, his eyes shining, a strong sense of agreement welling up inside him.
Yes, his ability didn't come out of thin air; he earned it by passing the angels' test. He used this ability to do many things to protect the country and its people. How could that be wrong?
John looked at Carl's enlightened expression, nodded with satisfaction, and then added a sentence with a hint of seriousness in his tone.
"Moreover, your deeds in defending the country have been praised and commended by the people of the whole country. I will also bring you heroes to Helmingen to receive your medals. You will participate in the ceremony. This will give you some basic public support, which will be meaningful for your future ascension to the throne and succession to me."
Carl's eyes widened even more instantly; he could hardly believe his ears.
Receiving the medal, especially alongside those who had made outstanding military achievements, was a tremendous honor for him.
More importantly, his father said this would build up public support for his future ascension to the throne, which meant that his father truly recognized him, his abilities, and everything he had done for the country.
An overwhelming excitement surged through Karl; he felt his cheeks burning and his heart beating faster and faster.
He looked at John, his voice trembling with excitement, and asked impatiently.
"Father, do you mean I can continue to use my abilities in the future?"
In Karl's mind, being able to use his abilities openly and honestly was more important than any reward.
He wasn't afraid of the hardships of training or the dangers of the battlefield. What he feared was that his abilities would be seen as an anomaly and be shelved, that he would have all that power but not be able to use it for what he wanted to do.
John's smile deepened as he watched Carl's excitement, which was so great he almost jumped for joy.
He nodded slightly, his tone very certain.
"Of course, but it has to be used in the right place."
John's smile faded as soon as he finished speaking, his tone turned serious, and his words abruptly changed.
"With great power comes great responsibility. As the crown prince, since you have demonstrated your abilities to the world, you must fulfill your due responsibilities. The crown is golden because the person who wears it can give his people a direction to move forward."
Carl's smile slowly faded, and he looked intently at John, taking in every word his father said.
He used to think that having great power would allow him to protect more people and be invincible on the battlefield.
But now he understands that ability is not just a weapon, but also a heavy responsibility.
As the crown prince, his every move is watched by countless people. His abilities cannot be used for momentary pleasure, but must be used to benefit the country and its people. He must become the direction for the nation's progress, just as his father said.
Looking at John's composed face, Carl felt a surge of admiration.
Although he was still young and his life experience was far less than his father's, he could clearly feel that his father's words contained profound truths, a love for the country, and earnest expectations for him.
With such a wise and responsible king, how could this country not become increasingly prosperous and powerful?
Carl took a deep breath, straightened his back, looked John into his eyes, and spoke with utmost sincerity.
"Thank you father!"
He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer just a young man with special abilities, but a crown prince who shouldered the future of the country. He had to become more outstanding in order not to disappoint his father's expectations.
John was quite pleased to see how much more mature Carl had suddenly become. He raised his hand to interrupt Carl, who was about to continue speaking, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.
"Don't be too happy yet. After you receive your medal, don't go back to the army. Learn the Yoda accent from your mother."
"what?"
Carl's resolute expression froze instantly. He stared wide-eyed at John, his mind a complete blank, unable to process what was happening.
Yoda accent? Isn't that what people from the Yoda Empire say?
Why would a crown prince of the Kingdom of Heldran need to adopt the Yoda accent? Is he planning to engage in diplomatic negotiations with the Yoda Empire?
That's not right. There are specialized diplomats for negotiations; there's no need for the crown prince to personally learn an accent.
“I’ve found you a job in Yoda. Go there and get used to it. Consider it as gaining some experience in governing a country.”
Carl was filled with doubt. He looked at John with puzzlement in his eyes and couldn't help but ask.
"What job?"
John looked at Carl's bewildered expression and a sly smile appeared on his face. He paused deliberately, whetting Carl's appetite, before slowly speaking, his tone tinged with mockery.
"It's alright. This job can give you a bit of an imperial position in the Yoda Empire. Emperor of the Yoda Empire, would you like to consider it?"