The First Magic World War-Chapter 290 - : 283. Mr. Rogge Ota Rivers changed his surname to Guillaume
Chapter 290: 283. Mr. Rogge Ota Rivers changed his surname to Guillaume
Charles was certain that Ban Lanmalock was an Englima person who had no tacit understanding with pirates.
So, he said bluntly, “We are going to eradicate the Golden Goat Pirate Group on St. Michael Island.”
“However, this is a military secret, and you cannot tell anyone.”
Ban Lanmalock was overjoyed and exclaimed, “As a man, to achieve great deeds is to seize the day. Mister Mecklen, rest assured, I, Ban Lanmalock, will give it my all.”
Charles actually didn’t know what to do either.
He was just a minor undercover agent.
The task Menilman had given him didn’t include capturing St. Michael Island single-handedly.
His mission was to deliver messages, establish contact with the resistance force the Golden Deputy Goat on the island, and rescue the three members of the Sacred Order from St. Michael’s prison. Although all tasks were not simple, they fundamentally still fell within the scope of “internal support” activities; however, dispatching a great priest from Englima and also bringing Notruden’s youngest lion along with a troop of Englima’s army was definitely outside his remit.
Charles could only take one step at a time.
It couldn’t be helped, as the task was arranged by the Great Eldest Princess of the Inglima Empire, Anne, and it was also possible that some Emperor had a hand in it, leaving no room for refusal.
In the entire Inglima Empire, there were few people who could make Ban Lanmalock follow orders so readily—Princess May couldn’t manage that. After all, the youngest lion of Notruden’s father was Count Ranmalock, and in his day, he was a figure who could stand side by side with Zimmerman.
Charles hadn’t chatted with Ban Lanmalock for a few sentences before a group of messengers arrived, requesting Charles to go with them to the Red Dragon Palace.
Charles had no choice but to bid farewell to Ban Lanmalock and follow the messengers to meet His Majesty Alfred Guillaume, the Emperor.
Having gone through all the formalities, Charles once again saw the young Emperor.
This time, Alfred Guillaume displayed an air of unconcerned tranquility and gracious magnanimity, flawlessly portraying the young Emperor of a vast empire, impressing every dignitary so much so that they would proclaim, “Truly, he is a sovereign among men!”
Charles always felt something was amiss, but dared not speak a word about it.
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His Majesty Emperor Alfred Guillaume inquired about the matters concerning the alliance between the two countries and only engaged in a short conversation of about fifteen minutes. He did not ask Charles to stay for dinner and allowed him to leave.
Charles breathed a sigh of relief, for he was actually quite intimidated by the young Red Dragon Emperor, but as he was leaving the Red Dragon Palace, a palace attendant hastily caught up with him, handed over a letter, without uttering a word, and then hurried back.
When Charles returned to 698 South Riverbank Avenue in Cerventus, he opened the letter to find erratically flamboyant handwriting. The content of the letter was simple, just a few phrases: You have done very well; I didn’t expect that you could win over my aunt from the perspective of writing novels yourself; the two gifts were given with much thought.
Lord Mecklen!
Keep up the good work, and I won’t let you down. Your new position is already in process.
The novels you wrote are not bad, but why is there only “The Legend of the Lionheart King”?
There’s no “Red Dragon Emperor”?
Hurry and write a book on the Red Dragon Emperor; the day you submit it, I will gift you a piece of land on the New Continent.
After pondering for a while, Charles slapped his thigh and thought to himself, “I can only trouble Mister Rogge Ota Rivers to change his surname to Guillaume now.”
“Mister Qiu is in his prime and won’t cross over to this world for at least forty years, so I am quite safe.”
Having planned the new novel, Charles didn’t intend to start “mouthing” it immediately—after all, his fast-writing staff team wasn’t with him, and writing by hand was just too exhausting.
Far away in Strasbourg, Garanord’s Home was hosting a dance.
The protagonists of this dance were all quite young and of very prestigious identities. They conducted themselves with politeness and elegance, forming several small groups and chatting casually about various recent gossips. Even the war in Ferlanden was merely one topic of gossip among them, not the whole.
At the center of the dance, naturally, was Sophia Garanord.
This Strasbourg Rose had little joy on her face; she preferred adventure over such tranquil, luxurious, and somewhat decadent social balls.
A dozen or so young men were gathered around Sophia Garanord, engaging in animated discussion. There were other young men who wished to join them, but the dozen or so who were already there had distinguished status, naturally forming a barrier that made those of insufficient standing feel ashamed and dare not approach.
These dozen or so young nobles were discussing the most scandalous gossip of late, none of which reached Sophia Garanord’s ears. Suddenly, a young man said, “I heard, Sophia, that you recently obtained a Transcendent spear. I wonder if you could let us appreciate it?”
“Or perhaps we could each bring out our own treasured Knight’s Spear for comparison, to see whose is more precious?”
This suggestion was met with cheers from the young men, all of whom were keenly interested in this Strasbourg Rose and wished to earn Sophia Garanord’s favor. A chance to overshadow others with a real coup, why wouldn’t they agree?
They all believed that the Knight’s Spears treasured by their families could outshine any others.
Sophia Garanord found the whole affair quite amusing and didn’t bother getting involved.
A noble lady suddenly flitted over, saying, “Sophia! You are the pride of Strasbourg. Your collection of spears must be extraordinary. I’ve wanted to see them several times, but you’ve never agreed. Will you show them this time?”
Sophia Garanord felt no fondness for this distant relative and noble lady, replying indifferently, “Sorry, but that spear was only lent to me by someone else; it’s not mine to show.”
The young man who had proposed the comparison of Knight’s Spears was somewhat embarrassed and retorted, “The Old Continent is rife with famous Knight’s Spears known by name; if you won’t show us, Sophia, at least let us know its name.”
Sophia Garanord, exasperated, responded dismissively, “It’s named ‘Whale Slayer’.”
The word had barely left her lips when the entire room fell silent. Someone stuttered, “Is it the ‘Whale Slayer’ known as Lionheart?”
“The weapon of Notruden’s youngest lion?”
What many were thinking, however, was whether it could be Count Ranmalock’s weapon?
After all, Count Ranmalock’s fame was unmatched in Fars at present.
The young lady couldn’t help but exclaim, “How could you have possibly obtained ‘Whale Slayer’? How is that possible?”
Sophia Garanord said coolly, “A friend of mine won this Knight’s Spear in a duel on the Severn River, under the witness of Emperor Alfred Guillaume, against Retainer Lamarlock.”
“Indeed, he only lent it to me temporarily, so I really can’t allow you all to admire it.”
With that, Sophia Garanord strode away, leaving behind a group of young nobles with their heads swirling with imaginations.
What does it mean to be the Strasbourg Rose?
This is the Strasbourg Rose.
She can easily have a friend who defeats Notruden’s youngest lion and “borrows” his Knight’s Spear for her pleasure.
What is style?
This is style…
That was the unanimous thought among the bewildered young nobles who had been a part of the misunderstanding.
Soon, the events at the ball spread throughout the noble circles of Strasbourg.
The duel between Charles and Retainer Lamarlock was already known in Strasbourg, but rumors don’t care for the truth…
Sophia Garanord herself didn’t expect that without telling a single lie, without deliberately guiding any public opinion or trying to do anything, she would end up at the center of the storm of gossip.
The latest scandal about Charles dueling Notruden’s youngest lion for the Strasbourg Rose, even compelling him to hand over the family heirloom, the Knight’s Spear Lionheart ‘Whale Slayer’, spread throughout Strasbourg, flying faster than news from the Ferlanden front lines.
When Anne Brittany heard this gossip…
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