The First Magic World War-Chapter 224 - 220, Up-and-Coming Author - Anne Mecklen

While Charlotte patiently awaited news from Krel Brittany, Anne arranged for fifteen skilled scribes to work with him. Every day, Charlotte would recite five thousand words, and then immediately another scribe would take over, keeping them all working at top speed. Incredibly, they managed to produce fifty to sixty thousand words each day.

These manuscripts would then be sent to a publisher with some connections to the Brittany Family. By evening, the drafts were organized into final copies, illustrated, and every sixty thousand words were compiled into a volume. In just seven days, the first volumes of two books were on the shelves of every major bookstore in Strasbourg.

Charlotte, a person deeply concerned with his image, insisted on not revealing his name on either book and even gave the naming rights to Anne. After confirming that he truly did not wish to have his name attached, she published the two novels under the pen name Anne MacLennan.

Yes, the spin-off about the loving relationship between Du Wei and the Crown Prince was also released under this pen name.

Charlotte was terrified that Princess May would find out that the Behemoth Duchy didn’t have these two books and would dig up something from him. After all, the Great Eldest Princess had single-handedly dealt a heavy blow to a Duolian Clan Blood Transcendent and even extracted their Blood Core. That achievement was far too memorable for Charlotte.

Even Senior Menilman wasn’t that brutal.

So, leveraging his status as a Transcendent, Charlotte worked tirelessly every day, feverishly memorizing the novels. Read exclusive content at novelbuddy

Krel Brittany and Ebner Sumei had not come by these days; they were busy. This military expedition of the Purple Goldfinch Knights was also an opportunity for them. As they were not the direct successors of their families, they had no chance of inheriting titles and had to earn their way on their own.

Not every noble is born with a golden spoon in their mouth; some only have a gilt one.

As the days passed with Charlotte diligently memorizing the manuscripts, he began to yearn for the times he spent outside in cities like Strasbourg, Silver Pigeon Fort, Cappadocia City, and Notruden. His life there was actually quite good.

It wasn’t as unbearable as now, where he had to memorize novels from Earth every day.

These two novels were over three million words each, and the Old Continent had never before seen such lengthy sagas. And to have stories that remained thrilling and full of unexpected twists and turns was incredibly addicting to read but agonizing to memorize.

Charlotte couldn’t count how many times he thought about cutting out plotlines and leaving the novels unfinished. But the mere thought of the fierce Princess May made him realize that truncating his stories might just lead to his own dynasty coming to an abrupt end at the hands of the Great Eldest Princess of Inglima.

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A week after the novels were published, Krel Brittany finally settled the military affairs and came to inform Charlotte that they could set out on their journey.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, readying his belongings for departure.

Anne thoughtfully prepared a creative support team for him.

This team consisted of ten horses and fifteen skilled scribes, ensuring that Charlotte could continue memorizing on the move during the tumult of military campaigns and could send batches of manuscripts back to Strasbourg every few days.

Neither Krel Brittany nor Ebner Sumei had any objections to this arrangement.

Upon departure, Charlotte brought along Taoles, Anatasiya, Belisa, and the eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors, as well as all the members of the Patrolling Army from Sparrowhawk Street Number One, amassing a group of nearly two hundred people.

Of course, this modest troop paled in comparison to the other Knighthoods.

At present, Krel Brittany only controlled two Knighthoods. The other five were: Charlotte’s Westwind Knights, currently in Machu Picchu; another belonged to the Baron Fabolais, which had already returned to Silver Pigeon Fort; another Knighthood, consisting of the defeated troops under Grand Duke Joseph’s command, was stationed at Mostar Fort; and the remaining two were Knighthoods converted from local military forces of the Behemoth Duchy, with complicated backgrounds.

Kreel Brittany had to subdue these forces one by one.

Although it was somewhat difficult, he still brimmed with confidence.

After all, he had already made the best start; the formidable Westwind Knights had already sworn their loyalty, and the commander of the knights was absolutely trustworthy.

Charles followed the army for a day and then approached Kreel Brittany with a request to go to Machu Picchu and bring back the troops.

Kreel Brittany, of course, immediately granted permission. He continued the campaign with two of the main legions, while Charles split off from the main group and headed straight for Machu Picchu.

Machu Picchu was the first Labyrinth he had acquired and the only one that had undergone thrice the "Maze-ification." It could almost be considered Charles’s most significant base of operation.

Charles didn’t care about the fleet in Cappadocia City because he knew he couldn’t control it, but the Westwind Knights in Machu Picchu were where he left his most loyal subordinates.

Charles, accompanied by Taoles and others, hurried back to Machu Picchu. From afar, he noticed that Machu Picchu was somewhat different from when he had left; it was far busier than before.

Charles was slightly puzzled. As he approached Machu Picchu, he heard someone shouting excitedly, "Officer MacLennan is back!"

"Mr. Charles is back."

"Our leader is back."

Cheers, like waves, billowed one after another and quickly spread throughout Machu Picchu.

Dobin, Yellow Bear, The Spotted Deer Gwen, The Wind Wolf Bankcroft, and hundreds of others surged out to surround Charles and his party, escorting them into Machu Picchu.

Once inside this Labyrinthine city, Charles found it busier than ever. Not only had the population increased by nearly thirty percent since his departure, but tens of new shops had also opened up. Just as he was about to inquire what had happened, he saw Ross Bard from Bard Commerce approaching with a beaming smile.

Charles had not punished him before, not due to any far-sighted strategy, but simply as a quirk of being a transmigrator; yet seeing this merchant still irked him. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Ross Bard say, "After you left, I moved my entire family over here and had every merchant from Bard Commerce send people to open branches in Machu Picchu."

"I also helped the brothers of the knighthood with their needs to settle down, providing them with moving expenses to bring their families to Machu Picchu."

"Now, the population of Machu Picchu has nearly reached twenty thousand."

Ross Bard’s face was full of sycophancy. Charles had said nothing last time, but Ross Bard had felt a chill to his core. After Charles left Machu Picchu, Ross Bard had wallowed in pain and sent for his family to return, investing his entire fortune into Machu Picchu with a gritted resolve.

The current state of Machu Picchu, transformed in appearance, was the result of Ross Bard’s tireless efforts and the full application of his lifetime’s business acumen.

With a few casual inquiries, Charles learned the truth and suddenly had a revelation, "Sometimes, staying silent and posing without a word can be quite effective."