The First Magic World War-Chapter 211 - 208, Widowhood has nothing to do with this matter.

James Cook was the captain of the Colossal Whale.

Charles once had a relationship with the captain of the White Sea Dragon, Francis Drake, as well as Captain James Cook in Cappadocia City, and with the help of their battle ships, they vanquished a fleet of slave traders. There was an exchange of Gold Pounds between them.

By the way, Charles entrusted Julian with his two thousand Gold Pounds which, after vanquishing Ban Lanmalock, had quadrupled to over eight thousand Gold Pounds. Combined with some he already had, he now possessed over nine thousand Gold Pounds, making him wealthy even by Inglima standards.

Upon seeing James Cook, Charles enthusiastically embraced the other man. James Cook was also quite pleased to see Charles.

He had previously had a pleasant time in Cappadocia City, and upon returning to Notruden, learned that Charles had not only delivered Chatham and the heads of important subordinates as promised but also depicted himself and Francis Drake in documents as heroes who saved a foreign emissary, recaptured Cappadocia City, and defeated a pirate fleet.

He also heard that His Majesty Alfred Guillaume was very fond of Charles, having summoned him several times in succession, and even bestowed upon him a position and political status in the Inglima Empire, which made him even more eager to cultivate a closer relationship with this young man.

Charles arrived early at the port, where James Cook invited him aboard the Colossal Whale and arranged for him to stay in a guest room just below the Captain’s Cabin.

By noon, Aurora also brought a team aboard the Colossal Whale. When she saw Charles chatting and laughing with James Cook, she could scarcely believe her eyes.

James Cook, thirty-five this year, was a twenty-fifth rank warrant officer of the Empire and a High-Level Transcendent. His Marine System Fighting Spirit was torrential and vigorous. He became a naval captain through true skill, commanding a Magical Alchemy Warship, and held an esteemed position. Generally arrogant, he looked down upon those who gained high ranks through noble birth rather than merit, and even when dealing with someone like her—a nineteenth class joint participant with a political status as a Cultural Commissioner in the Diplomatic Officer’s Mansion—he was unwilling to offer more than cursory courtesy, at best simply conducting official business formally.

But right now, this exceedingly proud naval captain was conversing with a foreign diplomatic commissioner as if they were close brothers.

Aurora, feeling sentimental, also recalled some words her father had spoken in the past couple of days, advising her to seize the opportunity.

Although Aurora had previously found these clichéd words somewhat repulsive, she was now slightly moved.

Charles greeted Aurora warmly, as the two of them were, after all, friends with bonds stronger than Gold Pounds. Charles had acquired two Magic Stabbing Swords, two Knight’s Spears, and a unicorn for Aurora’s decisive battle, all of which were fine quality. This bond, then, was even more substantial than that with James Cook.

James Cook, though he felt that Aurora had gained a higher rank than himself merely through her father’s protection and could hardly accept it, greeted her with a smile due to her gender and Charles’s mediation, though his aloofness was apparent.

Aurora had no need to ingratiate herself with James Cook. The three of them gathered together, chatted casually, and waited for the arrival of the Great Eldest Princess.

However, they waited until the afternoon and still the Great Eldest Princess had not arrived.

James Cook did not dare to rush her, and instead complained a few words. Charles did not dare to join in but simply smiled and acted as a silent listener.

As James Cook was complaining about the Great Eldest Princess’s temperamental nature and unsuitability as a diplomatic envoy due to her self-imposed seclusion following her husband’s death, the sky darkened slightly, and a figure in a black robe appeared above the Magical Alchemy Warship.

Charles almost let out a cry of surprise because he had seen this "neighbor" not long before, still in the same style of black robe, the same graceful figure, the same forbidding aura, mysterious and unpredictable...

The Great Eldest Princess in the black robe, now holding a book in her hand, looked no different from when Charles had seen her that day.

However, he never imagined that this mysterious, Sacred Order neighbor was indeed the Great Eldest Princess.

As they were talking merrily, James Cook saw Charles looking stunned, head raised to the sky, and he himself felt a bit foolish.

A faint voice came from above: "Arrange a quiet cabin for me."

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James Cook hastily led the way, assigning the Great Eldest Princess a cabin next to the captain’s cabin, right across from Charles.

Charles and Aurora watched the Great Eldest Princess enter her cabin and instructed that she should not be disturbed; both managed to suppress their laughter as they greeted James Cook and headed to their own cabins.

Having to command the Magical Alchemy Warship to set sail, James Cook couldn’t keep the two company. He returned to the captain’s cabin, feeling a cold sweat on his back, constantly speculating whether Her Royal Highness the Princess had heard his ramblings.

Once back in his room, Charles practiced Bloody Glory as usual.

After he had cycled through all the Bloody Vortex, wondering how to pass the time—since traveling by ship in this era could be rather dull—he heard someone knocking. Thinking it was Aurora, he opened the door, only to find a slender figure in a black robe instead.

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Her black robe covered even her face, revealing only a pair of lifeless eyes.

Charles performed an Inglima salute and was about to speak when Princess May said, "Do you have any books here? I only brought one and have finished it."

Charles, slightly surprised, replied, "Books? What kind do you want?"

Princess May spoke indifferently: "Novels."

Having transmigrated, Charles had perused several Old Continent novels and thought: "Old Continent novels are clumsily written and full of clichés. They’re not even worth the eyes of online writers desperate for reviews on Zhihu, who can’t get a contract."

Although he didn’t voice it, his disdainful expression revealed all his internal drama.

Princess May’s lifeless eyes became slightly annoyed as she said, "You too look down on those masters of the novel?"

"Do you know how many stories of joy and sorrow, love and hatred, grandeur and fluctuations they have created?"

"Do you know how deeply they’ve delved into the human heart, upheld morality, cared for mankind, and shown compassion for the world?"

She extended her hand and pushed, her slender palm just making a gesture that weighed on Charles like a mountain. He couldn’t even draw his rapier, only frantically channeling Bloody Glory as he struggled to say, "I do like classic literature!"

As a transmigrator, he never expected that by disdaining the shoddy novels of the Old Continent, he’d offend a Sacred Order princess with high status.

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