The First Magic World War-Chapter 271 - : 264. One must not get too drunk like the green ox!

Chapter 271: 264. One must not get too drunk like the green ox!

Chloe had been immensely diligent in his cultivation recently, making rapid advancements in his Fighting Spirit. He had undergone the trials of war, breaking through the bottleneck and harnessing the Earth’s Proof from the Eight Great Knights’ Certificates, thereby nearly doubling his strength.

Brimming with confidence, he grabbed his spear, stepped out of the military camp alone, and loudly challenged Charles, shouting a challenge.

Charles, who was dictating and parched from speaking, was overjoyed to hear Chloe’s challenge and exclaimed, “Little Chloe! I am coming to take your life…”

Before he could finish, Princess May held him back and said indifferently, “I’ll go!”

Charles expressed his surprise, “This… isn’t this inappropriate?”

But Princess May had already soared into the sky, completely ignoring him. Meanwhile, the swift clerk Italo Calvino whispered urgently, “Mister Mecklen, don’t waste any more time. We are still a long way from the daily word count set by the Great Eldest Princess, and if we delay further, we won’t have dinner today.”

Charles sighed deeply and resumed dictating the online novel, now deeply regretting having shown off on the warship.

The novels of the Old Continent were not impressive, and yet he had openly shown disdain. What was he thinking?

One should not indulge too deeply!

Well, that too was a line from a certain online novel.

Suddenly, Charles shuddered, thinking to himself, “Just don’t let the Great Eldest Princess hear about this book. I remember the last… did it finish? Or not?”

“Anyway, I feel the Great Eldest Princess would never be satisfied with that ending.”

“If she thinks I’m deceiving her, she’ll force me to continue dictating.”

“That would really be deadly.”

Chloe, dumbfounded, watched as Princess May Guillaume descended from the sky, a single thought in his mind, “It’s over!”

“I’m going to die!”

“No… Sacred Order is so elevated, they hardly care about the death of ordinary people.”

“Charles Mecklen made it to Iya Town, and no Sacred Order intervened; how is it that when I come to challenge Charles Mecklen beneath Sedona City, a Sacred Order appears?”

“Is he some great earl’s illegitimate son?”

“No, wait…”

“How am I not dead yet?”

Amidst these tumultuous thoughts, Chloe heard the chilling voice of Princess May, saying, “Charles Mecklen is busy writing a novel these days; you must not disturb his deadline.”

Mister Chloe Hadrian made a frantic and sincere effort, quickly saying, “Mister Charles Mecklen and I had reached a tacit agreement of war, and my challenge was merely to foster friendship. I was unaware that Mister Mecklen was busy with his writing, and I will certainly not challenge him again.”

Princess May was satisfied, flicked Chloe on the forehead with the force of a Sacred Order, knocking him unconscious, and then floated back to Sedona City.

Chloe’s deputy, who had been watching the duel from the military camp, was quite worried about her superior. When Princess May appeared and revealed her Sacred Order strength, the deputy’s brain froze, and she was as stunned as a chick under a tiger’s paw.

When Princess May knocked Chloe unconscious, the deputy screamed, grabbed a rapier, and dashed out. When she threw herself onto Chloe and found he still had a heartbeat, she fainted from the overwhelming relief.

Frankly, it was quite baffling for the commander and his deputy of a knighthood to be lying together in front of enemy gates, but it happened just like that, quite overtly.

Charles, busy with his dictation, was oblivious to the scene. Had he known, he would’ve gone out and speared them both with a single thrust, ensuring it passed through both, determined not to let them die by differing tactics.

More than ten minutes later, Chloe’s subordinates tentatively rushed out of the military camp and carried the two back.

Charles only found the chance to ask during dinner, how was Chloe doing?

A rather straightforward scribe replied, “Her aide ran out, and then they both slept under the castle walls for a while before going back.”

Charles was completely stunned and kept echoing in his mind, “Slept under the castle walls for a while and then went back? What were they doing? Are the people from the Black Phoenix Dynasty so unrestrained?”

“Did I miss an exciting part?”

He couldn’t quite believe it and asked another scribe, who answered, “Indeed, they slept under the castle walls for a while. Chloe lay down first, and her aide sprinted out, initially carrying a rapier, but when she got there, she just lay on top of Chloe.”

These efficient scribes, like Charles, had to hustle daily to meet their deadlines. They worked even harder than Charles; Charles just dictated while they wrote every day, their fingers calloused from the effort.

You see, these quick scribes usually didn’t write even five hundred words in an office day.

But once sent out by Anne, they started at an average of ten thousand words a day.

None of them had actually gone to the city walls; they all heard it from the soldiers of the Westwind Knights, naturally missing a lot of details.

The straightforward scribe, still worried Charles might not believe him, said, “They truly lay down under the castle for over ten minutes!”

Charles thought to himself, “Chloe isn’t up to snuff either!”

“Hmm, she practices the Royal Family’s secret cultivation from the Black Phoenix Dynasty, which indeed isn’t comparable to Bloody Glory and also aims to enhance endurance.”

“Chloe dares to challenge likely because her cultivation has improved somewhat.”

“Lucky I didn’t go out, otherwise I really thought I could beat him.”

“I’ve been busy memorizing lately and neglected my cultivation. In a few days after I’ve memorized these two books, I must work hard on my cultivation.”

After dinner, Charles started his grueling dictation again.

He always felt that the authors of the two books should treat him to a meal; how many genuine readers had he garnered for them in the Fars Empire? And with hardcore fans like the Great Eldest Princess from the Inglima Empire to brag about, wasn’t it more impressive than boasting about Barack Obama?

Even though the manuscript fees all went into Charles’s pocket.

But that’s not important.

There was a time when Charles even deluded himself into thinking he hadn’t crossed to the Old Continent, but into a city rebirth story famous for its shameless plagiarism…

Until one day, Princess May suddenly called him out, said nothing, and took to the air.

Charles asked, “Princess May, where are we going?”

Princess May indifferently said, “To Silver Pigeon Fort! Menilman has already arrived.”

Charles sighed deeply and sincerely said, “Praise Sister Menilman.”

This wasn’t a thought!

This was a shout.

Then he heard Princess May coldly say, “Quite bold!”

Only then did Charles realize, he was being carried by an enemy of Menilman, hanging mid-air…

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