Jon Snow was also genuinely happy for the victory at Rising Stone Town.
With hardly any bloodshed, three thousand Rebel Army soldiers surrendered, and even most of the buildings in Rising Stone Town were preserved.
This is true forgiveness.
The King's latest military order to him contained similar instructions: combat and forgiveness.
Of course, what Jon valued most was combat.
In this regard, Rising Stone Town was also an excellent reference.
So, after receiving the notification, Jon immediately reviewed the battle footage, meticulously studying every frame, both excited and engrossed as a viewer, and absorbing Knowledge and experience as a student.
Tactics and equipment working together, intelligence and action closely linked, easily defeating the enemy.
As expected of a Demonstration Battle.
Although there was a small regret at the end, it did not diminish the brilliant results of the entire battle.
A full three thousand men, nearly half of the Reach's forces, were lost here. This also meant that the area east of Bitterbridge lost its barrier, and the army could easily attack, reclaiming a large amount of land.
Countless victories and glory awaited people to claim. But this had little to do with him; the King's arrangements for him were not in the west.
From last night until now, Jon Snow stood on the tower top of Crow's Nest, deep in thought for a long time.
The sun had already risen into the sky.
He saw the distant forests and fields, all land.
Strangely, Theon Greyjoy's subtle expression and words from not long ago suddenly surfaced in his mind, full of the scent of schemes and tricks.
Why am I thinking about that guy?
Jon shook his head, casting aside these unnecessary distractions.
There was still serious business to attend to now.
"The reinforcements from the sea will arrive soon. Make all preparations. We depart in the afternoon," Jon Snow gave the order.
Behind him, the old Maester of Crow's Nest was the only listener.
But the people scattered throughout the Castle had already begun to act, rushing to complete the last tasks, preparing to welcome the real battle.
The old Maester understood the reason.
The Light Screen connected people more closely than ever before, becoming a kind of whole, like the combination of a brain and limbs.
Compared to mere violence, what the old Maester valued most in his heart was actually the Light Screen.
Fire? Light? Healing? They were nothing more than more powerful Swords or gold coins, capable of creating more intense disasters or favors; the rules of the human world would not change.
Only the Light Screen.
The immense abundance of Knowledge and Information, the close communication and deep exchange among the human race, everyone would benefit from this, and civilization and Knowledge would advance rapidly...
This was the true power that could change the world.
Although he couldn't imagine the clear face of that future, the old Maester firmly believed that it was definitely not as monotonous as it was now; the Light Screen had more potential...
Ding~
A new task on the Light Screen was chiming. Looking at the content, the old Maester couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Since writing those letters, Governor Jon Snow, sent by the King, had put him, the Maester, on the shelf, with no more important tasks assigned.
But now.
The old Maester couldn't help but look at Jon's back and ask, "My lord, you want me to stay and manage Crow's Nest?"
Jon turned around, a smile on his face. "Maester Coomon, are you unwilling?"
Maester Coomon was slightly startled. This was the first time Jon Snow had called him by name. "No, my lord, I am willing to serve. It's just, I thought..."
Coomon paused, unsure how to continue.
"Maester Coomon, you are mistaken. I have never considered you an enemy."
Jon took two steps closer. "Your Majesty is the True King of all Westeros, and you are a Maester who has sworn to serve the people of the Seven Kingdoms. Do you think I have so little confidence in your integrity?"
Jon's words were sincere: "We are like-minded friends."
Coomon was speechless and could only bow slightly.
The reasoning was indeed sound. But deep down, old Maester Coomon still couldn't completely accept the current situation.
The Connington family were still under house arrest.
Jon was not surprised by the old Maester's attitude. He opened the Light Screen and used the modification authority specially granted by the King.
Ding~
The crisp notification sound made Coomon instinctively shift his attention to the Light Screen.
The next moment, his Eyes widened.
"This! My lord, it shouldn't be like this, it's all in the past, this..."
Jon walked up to him and gently patted Coomon's shoulder. "To give you a surprise, I specifically quietly applied for a Maester position for you at the King's Landing Academy. Unexpectedly, after reviewing it, they gave me a huge surprise first."
Coomon's gaze was fixed on the ground, trembling slightly.
"The King's Landing Academy doesn't require people to abandon their surnames," Jon said again. "So, should I address you as Maester Coomon Baratheon?"
The records documented him.
Coomon, the youngest son born to a commoner, of Duke Lyonel Baratheon, "the Laughing Storm," King Robert's grandfather.
It was said that Duke Lyonel had bestowed the surname upon him.
Coomon sighed deeply, "No, my lord. If you must, call me Coomon Storm. Please change it back, those are just rumors."
On the light screen, the word "Baratheon" in his personal information was so conspicuous and out of place.
He had never dared to dream of Storm's End or the stag banner.
Jon readily complied and changed Maester Coomon's surname back to "Storm."
"Even so, with your ability and character, you are perfectly suited to guard Crow's Nest," Jon returned to the main topic. "I have to lead the troops myself. Only with you maintaining the castle's operation can I feel at ease."
Coomon glanced at the light screen again. In just a quarter of an hour, he had become a member of the King's Landing Academy and had a surname that should have been buried in the past.
What else could he do?
King Joffrey was about to win all Seven Kingdoms with a series of brilliant victories, and Crow's Nest was just a negligible pile of rocks within them. How could he allow the King to doubt Crow's Nest's loyalty?
"I am at Your Majesty's service," he could only agree.
Jon nodded with satisfaction, "Please rest assured, during my tenure, Crow's Nest will receive nothing but glory and victory!"
Jon's face was full of high spirits.
Old Maester Coomon stared at his face in a daze, recalling an image, "My lord, I know Lord Jon Connington. You are not just similar in name to him."
Jon Snow smiled, "It is said that my father named me after Hand of the King Jon Arryn."
But he also knew Jon Connington.
The former Lord of Crow's Nest, Hand of the King to Aerys II, who was exiled for his failure in the Battle of the Bells and letting the rebellious Duke Robert Baratheon escape, and was rumored to have died on the Essos continent.
Similar to him, how could that be a blessing? Was it just a simple observation, or a veiled warning?
Jon gave a self-deprecating smile. I'm being too sensitive.
"Advance!"
He ordered his Sixth Regiment and the temporarily formed First Regiment of the Royal Fleet's ground forces.
"Victory is ours!"
Over two thousand people infiltrated the mountains and advanced north...
On the second night, they saw bright campfires and heard the clamor of voices.
They had arrived.
Jon Snow gripped his Flame Sword, waiting for the best moment to attack.
...
Inside Storm's End.
Joffrey gently stroked the priestess's belly, which was like a ten-month pregnancy.
It was warm and smooth to the touch.
Who would have thought that inside was not a tiny, lovely new life, but a terrifying, monstrous shadow assassin?
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