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Chapter 220: Angry Bunana
🕑 Added 2025-01-24 11:10:01 +0000 UTCCharlot Mecklenburg, receiving salaries from two nations and holding a private knight squad position, did not consider the remaining payment for 58 Elysée Avenue to be a significant burden, purely in terms of income, excluding savings.
Annie also supported resolving this debt promptly.
For Charlot, this matter was easy to handle. He handed a sum of écus to Annie, who naturally obtained the relevant debt documents in return.
The two left the Val-de-Vas district but did not proceed to the Picardy District. Although Picardy had a wide range of goods, it lacked the sophistication required. To purchase premium items, the Alexander District was the only option.
Although Annie tried to appear “frugal,” as the daughter of the Earl of Bretagne, this shopping trip quickly taught Charlot the true meaning of "spending."
They spent a total of fifty-two écus.
Converting that into modern terms, nearly a million yuan had been spent.
Miss Annie Bretagne handled all the payments.
Mr. Charlot Mecklenburg’s only responsibility was signing the delivery address.
Charlot had known this day would come and had prepared himself mentally, choosing to silently accept it...
After purchasing their items, they returned to 221B Baker Street in Val-de-Vas. Charlot noticed a carriage parked outside the door, its occupants not disembarking, clearly waiting for someone.
As Charlot prepared to move the items inside with Annie, a voice called out, “So you really live here. I came to ask why those two books aren’t available at any bookstores in Fars?”
Charlot froze. Not only in the Old Continent, but even on Earth, those two books would be hard to find in a bookstore. While web novels were occasionally published, they were seldom printed in large quantities, making them far from perennial bestsellers with wide availability.
Princess May Guillaume stepped out of the carriage in a black robe. Upon seeing Annie, she nodded slightly in greeting.
Fearing Annie might misunderstand, Charlot hastily introduced them. “This is Princess May Guillaume, the aunt of Emperor Alfred Guillaume and a diplomat from the Ingrima Empire, currently visiting our Fars Empire.”
“And this is Annie—Annie Bretagne, daughter of the Earl of Bretagne and a good friend of mine.”
“Princess May, please come in. Allow me to explain in detail.”
Charlot’s mind raced. After they all entered the room and he had served everyone coffee, he still couldn’t think of a plausible explanation. Finally, he mustered his courage and said, “Those two books were ones I encountered as a child in a bookstore in the Behemoth Principality.”
“Starlasburg doesn’t have them either?”
“They’re very old books, and the publishers may no longer have any stock.”
Princess May appeared quite disappointed, muttering to herself, “I’ve gone through the novels available in Fars, and they’re still the same as those in Ingrima. They don’t compare to the stories of Roland and Duwei. How could such excellent novels not be bestsellers?”
Annie watched their conversation with curiosity but wisely remained silent.
Princess May lingered briefly before saying to Charlot, “I’m heading to the Behemoth Principality immediately.”
Charlot broke into a cold sweat again. Those books wouldn’t be there either.
However, he couldn’t contradict himself now, so he awkwardly replied, “Wishing you a safe journey.”
Princess May didn’t stay long. If Annie hadn’t been present, she wouldn’t have minded hearing more stories from Charlot. But with Annie around...
She felt it necessary to maintain a princess’s demeanor.
After sending off Princess May, Charlot decided to “confess partially” and whispered, “I’m in trouble.”
Annie asked, “What kind of trouble?”
Charlot skipped the beginning and end, focusing on the key points. “That princess is a novel enthusiast. She brought a novel onto the ship. I made the mistake of showing a hint of disdain, and she almost slapped me to death.”
“In desperation, I claimed to have read better novels and made up a story on the spot. That got me out of the situation but created an even bigger problem.”
Annie was surprised. “You can write novels?”
Charlot briefly summarized the plots of two fantasy novels for Annie, who became increasingly intrigued. She whispered, “I have an idea.”
“What idea?” Charlot asked.
“I’ll find a few quick scribes, and you’ll dictate the novels to them. Once the manuscripts are prepared, we’ll find a publisher to print them.”
“That should resolve the issue.”
Charlot was both shocked and delighted. “Can that work?”
Annie nodded. “Leave it all to me.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll bring some people over.”
Charlot breathed a sigh of relief. “Annie, you truly are my goddess of luck.”
Annie Bretagne beamed. She believed Charlot’s story. While Charlot didn’t know much about Princess May—being a merchant’s son and a transmigrator—Annie, as the Earl of Bretagne’s daughter, was well aware of the grand princess’s reputation. May Guillaume’s passion for novels and the tragedy of her husband’s death at Zimourman’s hands were well-known across the Old Continent.
Annie had already held Charlot’s abilities in high regard, which was why she gradually grew closer to him. But she hadn’t expected Charlot to be skilled in storytelling.
Charlot, busy with survival after his transmigration, had no idea that novelists on the Old Continent were held in such high esteem. Many famous authors were even welcomed into royal courts to present their latest works.
Annie herself had loved several novels but had concealed this interest because she believed Charlot disapproved of them. She’d even resigned herself to the idea of reading in secret after marriage. She hadn’t realized that Charlot disliked the novels because he found them subpar—he believed he could write better ones himself.
Just from Charlot’s summaries, Annie was convinced that his stories were superior to any on the Old Continent. When Charlot mentioned the death of the Crown Prince Chen, Annie’s heart broke. How could Duwei not live happily ever after with Crown Prince Chen?
Annie decided that when the novels were published, she would commission a fan fiction-style epilogue to be inserted. This epilogue, penned by the best novelist, would ensure Duwei and Crown Prince Chen lived happily ever after.
Of course, Charlot had no idea Annie planned this.
If he knew...
He would have certainly advised her to make the ghostwriter use a pseudonym with an Ingrima flair—something like “Angry Bunana.”
That might ensure a longer life.
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