The First Magic World War

Chapter 345: 327. If apologies are useful, who do you plan to set up next time?

Brittany is a large family, and those named Brittany in the Fars Empire numbered at least in the hundreds. Not every Brittany had a profound background, but the situation was different for the daughter of Earl Brittany.

At the University of Georgia, known as the West Wind Goddess, she was well-known within the university, but outside, she was just a beautiful girl who especially disliked socializing, not as famous as Sophia Garanord, the Strasbourg Rose.

The high-ranking official who had just seen Anne thought her young and wanted to scold her and force her to admit her mistake, but the document Anne showed him not only had the Emperor’s signature but also…

Anne’s position was higher than his!@@novelbin@@

The chief of the Central Government Office of Law Enforcement had just placed the final seal on Anne’s document, planning that afternoon to announce to his colleagues the joining of a beautiful young lady, but he hardly expected that such a big issue would arise even before the lunch break was over.

He came out of his private office, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

The chief of the Central Government Office of Law Enforcement, undoubtedly a high-ranking official of the empire, held a high and powerful position, but he definitely did not want to get involved in the conflict between Duchess Meisu and Earl Brittany.

Alans Cook was dumbfounded. He had not anticipated that this newcomer had such a powerful background, then he suddenly realized and exclaimed, “You’re the girl who was with Charles!”

Anne said indifferently, “Mister Charles Mecklen has already met my father!”

“Mister Alans Cook, do you have anything else to say?”

It finally dawned on Alans Cook why Earl Brittany didn’t support him when he initially went to investigate Charles, believing at that time that the Earl disdained his meddling at the front line, but now he knew Charles was one of Earl’s own!

He also came to understand why Duchess Meisu told him to let Charles off with a fine of three thousand Egypts and later barred him from continuing the investigation.

Alans Cook thought he was different after leaning on Duchess Meisu, believing he could do whatever he wanted. But now he finally realized that just because Duchess Meisu could do whatever she wanted didn’t mean he could too.

Suddenly, Alans Cook discovered something — he was actually still a minor character.

Earl Brittany would fully support his daughter.

But Duchess Meisu definitely would not fully support him.

He was just a junior member of Duchess Meisu’s family, not her biological son.

Alans Cook’s face fell as he said quietly, “I can apologize.”

Anne smiled faintly and said, “If apologies were useful, do you plan to frame someone again and then apologize afterward?”

“I repeat: Mister Alans Cook must go to the front line!”

The chief of the Central Government Office of Law Enforcement took a deep breath, having made up his mind, and stepped forward to say, “The men of the Fars Empire should go to the front line for the empire!”

“Mister Alans Cook must go to the front line!”

“Leave today!”

Charles, having finished handling his subordinate’s promotion, had just walked out of the Central Government Office, only to see Alans Cook also come out dispirited. He casually greeted him with a “not so friendly” remark, “Why do you look like a beaten dog?”

Alans Cook, grinding his teeth, said, “You won!”

“But don’t think you will always win!”

“I will find a way to restart the investigation against you.”

Charles flashed a brilliant smile and said, “Actually, there’s no need to make it so complicated. Why don’t we duel instead? We can sign the official dueling documents and each find a witness.”

“Let’s settle any grudges on the rapier.”

“Why engage in conspiracy and trickery?”

Charles was unaware that Anne had already dealt a deep blow to Mr. Alans Cook, and he still thought this guy would cause him trouble again. He was slightly impatient and wanted to simply resolve this “problem.”

He had just been promoted to the High Order and wanted to test his skills on someone.

Although they had both fought barehanded last time, and Charles hadn’t gained any advantage other than slapping the other a few times, dueling allowed the use of weapons, and Charles believed this guy was no match for him.

Alans Cook turned around furiously and left. It wasn’t that he feared a duel; he just wasn’t in the mood.

He was about to be transferred to the frontline at Ferlanden. How could he have the mind for a duel?

Seeing the guy walk away, Charles felt some admiration and thought to himself, “This guy can bend and stretch. He’s quite a character. I’ll have to be more careful next time.”

He went to a nearby coffee shop, ordered a cup of coffee, and patiently waited for Anne to get off work.

Many of the supplies in Strasbourg had become scarce, but the scarcity varied. For example, on Elysian Pastoral Avenue, he often couldn’t buy coffee. However, in the equally prestigious Val de Vaz District, the coffee shops were well stocked.

It couldn’t be helped. This area housed the Imperial Palace, estates of various ministers, the Central Government, and four universities.

In Elysian Pastoral Avenue, even someone like Charles would lack coffee at times. If he couldn’t buy any, he would have to look elsewhere and stock up. But in Val de Vaz District, even a minor clerk could enjoy coffee freely.

Outside the higher districts, even the food supply had started to have issues.

Charles rarely visited the outer fifteen districts. Since coming back this time, he hadn’t yet returned to Sparrowhawk Street number one, and his understanding of Strasbourg was still relatively positive.

He didn’t have to wait long, and after drinking two cups of coffee and just about to order some snacks, a stunning figure walked into the coffee shop, ordered a cup of coffee, found a spot to sit, and then saw Charles.

The moment their gazes met, both of their faces expressed astonishment.

Charles exclaimed, “Philedrica!”

“How come you’re back in Strasbourg again?”

The Leopard girl was also quite surprised, and retorted, “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the frontline?”

Charles spread his hands and said, “I was summoned back to Strasbourg for an issue with tax investigations.”

Philedrica said in surprise, “You owe taxes? That’s impossible! Your salary is not low, and as an Imperial Civil Servant, you have tax exemptions that are much lower than those for regular traders. And you still don’t pay taxes?”

Charles knew the Leopard girl had misunderstood and quickly explained, “It’s not an issue with my personal taxes.”

Philedrica immediately remembered the frequent tax exemptions he had at Silver Pigeon Fort and said, “Oh! It’s the tax exemptions at Silver Pigeon Fort that are being investigated? That’s not a big issue. Just reassess the taxes.”

Charles felt that it was impossible to explain; he had far too many places where he got freebies, and there was also no way to reassess because first, he had pushed his reputation too high, and second, all the people capable of paying taxes had been driven overseas, leaving few residents behind.

Charles didn’t explain these details, knowing the Leopard girl wasn’t interested in them. He asked, “But tell me, what are you doing in Strasbourg? The Empire’s policy towards Beastmen hasn’t been very favorable lately.”

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