The First Magic World War

Chapter 340: 323, every pretty lady in Strasbourg has a serious charge.

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Sophia Garanord was not alone when she came; she had brought a team of servants with her. Upon seeing Charles, she thanked him again for saving her life last time and apologized for the investigation he was subjected to.

Charles, being a man of discernment, knew that this matter had nothing to do with the so-called Strasbourg Rose and smiled, saying, “The only thing this shows is that your charm, Sophia, is too great; it is not your fault.”

“If you were at fault, Sophia, then Miss Menilman would be guilty of a heinous crime, and every beautiful lady in Strasbourg would bear a heavy burden of guilt.”

Sophia Garanord had been especially worried that Charles might be angry, and she didn’t know why—she always feared that he would distance himself from her because of it. Seeing him still jovial and quick to joke without any hint of taking offense finally put her mind at ease. She said, “I’ve already asked my father to speak with Duchess Meisu about this matter!”

“She will definitely not trouble you any further.”

Charles thought to himself, “I have just been recalled to Strasbourg to cooperate with the military law enforcement department’s investigation, how can I tell if this Duchess plans to let me off the hook?”

However, he wouldn’t complain to Sophia Garanord about these matters. After all, he did not believe that the Minister of War would offend Duchess Meisu on his behalf. Such complaints were pointless beyond showing weakness.

Though Charles presently had no influence over the Duchess, being a transmigrator, his mindset was different from others. He always believed that sooner or later he would surpass the power and status that Duchess Meisu held.

As the saying goes: “Rather deceive the elderly gentleman than mock the poor youth! One day the dragon will soar and the phoenix will take flight, never believe that a lifetime will be spent in ragged trousers!”

Sophia Garanord clapped her hands, and a servant brought up the harpoon used in whale hunting. She said, “I should have returned it to you earlier! But you were always on the battlefield, and I am relieved to restore it to its rightful owner today.”

“Having the honor to keep the early weapon of Victory Champagne Count, even though it was for a very short period, still made me feel privileged.”

Charles smiled slightly but did not refuse. He had never intended to give the Knight’s Spear to Sophia Garanord. The harpoon was a famous weapon with more historical value than practical use.

He instructed Madam Nancy to take the spear to his bedroom first, then smiled and asked, “May I have the honor of inviting Miss Sophia to join me for lunch?”

Sophia Garanord accepted with pleasure, and Charles had Mrs. Plum Sauce prepare a relatively lavish lunch. Elysian Pastoral Avenue had all sorts of shops, and by ordinary people’s standards, the meal was unimaginably opulent—Mrs. Plum Sauce’s cooking was also excellent.

But having recently interacted with many nobles, Charles knew about the aristocrats’ lifestyle and thus was also aware that, by the standards of the nobility, this meal could be considered modest!

Yet Charles did not really care, for this was the unmatchable confidence of both a transmigrator and someone who had climbed to success in this world step by step.

This confidence meant he did not need to go out of his way to please anyone.

At the lunch table, Sophia Garanord invited Charles to a ball. Charles hesitated for a moment, then firmly refused, saying, “I’m sorry, I would like to attend your ball, but as you know, I am of humble origin. At such a ball, I might not enjoy myself, and it might make others uncomfortable, so I’d better not go.”

Sophia sighed softly; she was well aware that unpleasant incidents might occur. Such a social invitation represented Charles’s entry into her circle, an implicit declaration.

Indeed, she very much wanted to make that declaration: “I, Sophia Garanord, am friends with Charles Mecklen.”

Sophia could only say in a low voice, “I did not consider it thoroughly. I’ll wait until I host a smaller gathering before I invite you again.”

Sophia planned to be strict with her selection and to forewarn her reliable and tightly knit friends before inviting Charles again.

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Charles smiled slightly, as he had other concerns as well, but such matters were not exactly convenient to express outright.

After lunch, Sophia Garanord stayed for a little while before she rose to take her leave.

She had deliberately not brought a gift today, planning to use the excuse of forgetting to bring one as a reason to visit again next time.

After seeing off Sophia Garanord, Charles actually had a bit of a sweat on his forehead, he was always worried that at this moment, Miss Annie Brittany would suddenly come visiting, although the matter could be explained, clearly not having to explain would be the best outcome.

This time he had returned, he didn’t invite any friends over for a gathering.

Of course, the main reason was that Taoles, Anatasiya, and Belisa hadn’t come back; he could only have invited Vinnie Yarsaenu and Silvie Martin. Since the former was a more distant acquaintance and the latter a bit awkward, he simply chose not to invite them.

Not long after Sophia Garanord had left, Miss Annie Brittany gracefully made her appearance.

Seeing Annie, Charles was very happy, and Annie, following him up to the bedroom on the third floor, was also very happy when she saw the whaling harpoon.

Annie didn’t even try to hide her intentions, saying, “I think that 221B Baker Street in the Val de Vaz District lacks a few weapons as decorations. Would it be nice to take this whaling harpoon and place it in the living room?”

After thinking for a bit, Charles said, “It just so happens I have acquired a new Knight’s Spear of the same model, so let’s take that along with us and display it at 221B Baker Street as well.”

Annie smiled, her eyebrows curved, her eyes sparkling like water; she had been thinking about this for more than a day or two.

She waited contentedly for a while before Charles finished wrapping and securing the whaling harpoon and harpoon package atop the dark, luxurious carriage. He then accompanied Annie to the Val de Vaz District.

On the way, Charles asked about Annie’s post-graduation job assignment, to which she replied with some distress, “According to logic, my job placement should have already been decided, but every time I go to inquire, the receptionists at the Central Government Office say that it’s still ‘in process’.”

“I can’t even get to find out at which process it is stuck, it’s all too strange,” she said.@@novelbin@@

Charles smiled slightly and comforted her, “There must be a huge surprise waiting for you!”

This matter, Charles fully understood, as Earl Brittany had even cautioned him not to tell Annie, for he wanted to give his daughter a big surprise.

The position within the Lionheart Dynasty, maneuvered by Earl Brittany, could grant Annie an equivalent position in Fars. The process was indeed complex, especially because the Earl sought to execute each step flawlessly, adding a bit more complexity to it.

When the two arrived in the Val de Vaz District, it had been quite some time since Charles last visited, and he hadn’t noticed that there were quite a few items there belonging to Annie.

Especially a set of pure silver tableware, which was very eye-catching; they were exquisitely crafted and had extremely beautfiul patterns.

Charles found this a little odd when he saw them. Ordinary households had cheap tin tableware, wealthier families typically had silverware, but for a noble miss like Annie, the tableware used would certainly be even more expensive porcelain.

He thought at first that Annie was being considerate of his feelings by not using more luxurious items.

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