The First Magic World War-Chapter 213 - 210. The Principle of Demonic Magic

"Oh! There are so many kinds of magic? Truly unfathomable."

"Magic can be used this way?"

"The fourth prince is really a genius."

"Is this a Fars author? I would like to visit this great novelist!"

Sweating profusely, Charles hurriedly said, "No, you don’t!"

"This author..."

"He has gone on a trip."

"Mm, a very long one, it is said he fell seriously ill and is searching for a very strange herb to cure his sickness."

Resting her chin in her hands, Princess May fell into thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Don’t talk about this book anymore, I think you’re terrible at storytelling, ruining a good novel. When I get to Fars, I will buy the original and read it myself. Until then, you shall not spoil the story for me."

Although Princess May’s face was covered by a black robe, Charles believed that beneath it, the Great Eldest Princess must be looking down her nose at him.

Just as Charles breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Princess May say, "Choose a slightly less good story instead!"

"A slight... slightly less good story?" Charles suddenly had the dreadful premonition that, should he ever return to Earth one day, he surely wouldn’t be able to find any other author’s work for a meal.

After a long contemplation, he finally picked a fantasy that he thought girls might like and said, "Once upon a time there was a count who had a son named Du Wei. This Du Wei, he never wet the bed..."

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"He couldn’t speak even when he was three years old, and everyone thought he was mute, or even an idiot. On his third birthday, as it rained and lightning flashed wildly, he suddenly blurted out his first words: ’Damn it!’"

As Charles told the story, he always pictured a tall, bulky man around 1 meter 89, wearing expensive glasses, angrily roasting, "Who are you saying writes slightly less good books?"

Princess May was quickly captivated by the story. She found the book she was listening to had a roller-coaster plot, vivid characters, humorous language, and even a touch of class. Except for the stories she had just heard from Charles, all other novels she had read were rubbish compared to this one.

She could hardly imagine that there could be such wonderful stories in the world.

She suddenly understood why Charles looked disdainful when he heard that she liked novels. Inwardly, the Great Eldest Princess thought, "Are Inglima’s novels so much worse compared to Fars’s? No, I’ve bought many novels by Fars authors, and they’re not this captivating!"

"Could it be? Only in Fars can one find the authentic Fars novels? Do they not publish their best novels in Inglima?"

"What kind of bizarre rule is this?"

Princess May still felt that Charles was clumsy at storytelling, unable to convey the essence properly. She did not know that Charles was trying hard to adapt the original stories to fit the style of the Old Continent, discarding plots involving transmigrators, which inevitably made the stories somewhat fragmented and prone to collapse. After reluctantly listening for a day, when letting Charles leave in the evening, she said, "This story is way too good, and you still told it poorly. I must buy the original book in Fars as well. Tomorrow, you will give me another story."

Charles was at a loss, and as he was about to leave first, Princess May added, "I shall also pay a visit to this author when I go to Fars."

Charles hurriedly said, "He is the same author as the previous book."

Princess May spoke coldly, "The conception, creativity, writing style, and literary flair of these two books are completely different. Are you trying to fool me?"

Charles hadn’t expected the Great Eldest Princess to have such a deep understanding of literature and of course knew the two books weren’t by the same author. He was about to make up an excuse about the author going away when he heard Princess May say, "You aren’t going to tell me he’s gone on a long journey again, are you? Every author in Fars goes on a long journey? Do you take me for a fool?"

Charles hastily replied, "No, no, it’s his wife, she’s extremely jealous and will not allow him to have any contact with female readers. Every time he receives a letter from a female reader, she punishes him by not allowing him dinner, and if a female reader comes to visit, she beats him up..."

"That’s truly inconvenient."

Charles wiped his sweat and felt fortunate that he had transmigrated; the novelist wouldn’t be coming to the Old Continent to beat him up.

Princess May was dubious but waved him off anyway.

The very next morning, Charles woke up with a throbbing headache, deep in thought about which fantasy novel might suit the taste of the widowed Great Eldest Princess of the Old Continent. An ancient classic was out of the question—that book had four protagonists, one of whom had an affair with his own teacher, also a princess...

And the book contained quite some indecent descriptions of the princess.

He also lacked the ability to forcibly alter the characters of that book. Reciting it as is, Princess May would surely misunderstand, perhaps even becoming enraged enough to kill.

While he was freshening up, he heard the ship’s alarm bells ringing loudly and immediately felt relieved. He hurriedly ran up to the deck and saw two Magical Alchemy Warships slicing through the waves, bearing the flags of Byron.

James Cook also came up on deck, peered into the distance, and with a grim expression, said, "Turn around, we only have one warship, we surely can’t withstand two of Byron’s warships."

Charles couldn’t help but say, "Could we perhaps ask for Princess May’s assistance?"

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James Cook shook his head and pointed to the sky, "They have a Sacred Order too!"

Charles looked up into the distance. His cultivation was slightly inferior to James Cook’s. Insight was an all-encompassing observation, not a long-range vision, so it took him a while before he could see two silhouettes floating in the sky. Clearly, Byron’s side had also deployed members of the Sacred Order.

James Cook’s decision was right, relying on speed to shake off the two Magical Alchemy Warships was the best choice.

Two warships combined were definitely stronger than one, but two warships combined might not necessarily be faster than one.

The Giant Whale, under James Cook’s command, swiftly executed a beautiful turn but, pressed by Byron’s two Magical Alchemy Warships, couldn’t set course back to Inglima and had to be forced westward.

The technological aspects of the three Magical Alchemy Warships were similar, and their sailing speeds varied little. The Giant Whale couldn’t shake off the two warships behind it, and for the time being, they couldn’t close in either.

Byron’s two Blood Clan of the Sacred Order also seemed to have no intention of catching up for a decisive battle with Princess May. Both parties sailed for several days, gradually veering off the continental shipping routes and began heading into the depths of the ocean.

People in the present world had only explored two continents, new and old, but had delved much deeper into the oceans, confirming the existence of seven great seas, with the most exploration being in the Whale Sea.

As the Magical Alchemy Warships entered the deep sea, Charles occasionally saw deep-sea whales breaking the ocean surface, spraying plumes of water into the air.

This ocean was the home of the gigantic whales, and sailors often encountered various sea whales, hence the name.