The First Magic World War-Chapter 272 - : 265, King Charles the Lionheart

Chapter 272: 265, King Charles the Lionheart

“Not big, not big, really not big.”

Charles really didn’t have much courage, plus, what does this have to do with courage anyway?

Provoking the Sacred Order is something wise men do not do.

Princess May said nothing more.

Amidst his cold sweat, Charles also began to reflect—had he been too “out of control”?

How could he say in front of Princess May, “Praise Sister Menilman”?

Let’s not forget, the person forcing him to recite the novel aloud was Princess May; wasn’t this an outright act of passive resistance?

Princess May flew a hundred or two hundred kilometers, then gracefully landed, and said, “Bring out your Dark Luxury.”

Charles asked, “Weren’t we flying straight there?”

Princess May said indifferently, “Menilman’s strength is not to be underestimated; I need to conserve energy for the upcoming battle.”

Charles obediently brought out the Dark Luxury, muttering under his breath, “Great Eldest Princess, your endurance is lacking too!”

“How far have we flown anyway?”

“Even a little ant has better endurance.”

The two got on the Dark Luxury, and Charles noticed that Princess May’s behavior seemed a bit odd, but since the Great Eldest Princess was shrouded in a black cloak, her face covered, he couldn’t see her expression, so he simply pretended nothing had happened and sprawled honestly in his seat, even wanting to stick out his tongue and pant.

He had been exhausted lately.

The Great Eldest Princess was even more ruthless than a capitalist!

When QiDian Chinese readers ask for updates, they at least leave the author breathing room, with the highest standard being the eagle that loves eating chicken; Princess May was basically demanding like an AI standard from Charles, non-stop blah blah blah as long as he wasn’t out of power…

She wasn’t human at all!

Charles, in front of Princess May, silently complained, feeling quite relieved.

After Princess May got on the carriage, she did not speak for a while, occasionally glancing at the scenery outside. After a long time, she could not hold back anymore and said, “Do you feel something’s not right?”

Charles glanced outside the window and replied, “We didn’t take the wrong path.”

Princess May fell silent again for half an hour, then asked, “Are we…?”

Charles gave the Great Eldest Princess a perplexed look and countered, “Are you hungry? Want to eat something? I… didn’t bring any food, but maybe we could buy something when we pass a village.”

Princess May took a deep breath and said, “As an Imperial Princess, I shouldn’t be in the same space with a foreign man.”

A bucket of cold water seemed to be poured over Charles’s head, and he finally realized why Princess May was acting strangely. Not only had he boarded the carriage very casually, but he had also sprawled out quite unrestrainedly in front of the princess, which was very unseemly.

Indeed, in the Old Continent, the feudal Empire still prevailed, and offending the Royal Princess could result in execution.

At first, Charles was a bit scared and didn’t get up, but a few minutes later, he came to terms with it and said, “Since it’s already like this, Your Royal Highness the Princess needn’t mind, especially since there are no outsiders, and I won’t tell anyone.”

“Let’s just leave it at that!”

Princess May hesitated for a long time, then finally nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Charles remembered how Princess May often took him to her room to recite novels. How come she suddenly became concerned about not being in the same carriage with him?

“This woman is really peculiar; no wonder she’s a widow.”

Charles blurted out a cheeky complaint to ease the awkwardness and smoothly offered, “How about I recite a book for you…”

“Ah, create a new novel?”

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No sooner had Charles spoken than he almost slapped himself. He had almost finished memorizing those two novels, and once he had, wouldn’t he be released from his misery?

To memorize another one, when would he ever regain his freedom?

Princess May said indifferently, “That’s fine!”

Charles decided to pick a short one. After several minutes of agonizing thought, he chose a non-web-based fantasy work and began to recite to Princess May, “Once upon a time, there were four children who found a large wardrobe in their house. The wardrobe was filled with many clothes, and as they played hide-and-seek inside, they found themselves in a forest blanketed with ice and snow…”

“They encountered a lion! The lion told them that a witch ruled the world and they were the saviors of the world…”

Princess May suddenly interrupted his recitation and asked, “Is this a novel you created with Lionheart King Charles as a template?”

Just as Charles was about to reply with a no, he realized that this classic fantasy novel from Earth bore an uncanny “similarity” to the life of the great warrior called Lionheart Charles, the Founding Emperor of one of the Five Great Empires on the Old Continent, the Lionheart Dynasty.

Princess May said lightly, “Don’t publish this book in Fars; publish it in Inglima instead!”

“Make sure to praise the Lionheart King generously, and you might get some unexpected benefits.”

Charles didn’t believe that writing a novel could bring any unexpected benefits.

He said, “You can publish these novels in Inglima, as long as you pay the manuscript fee.”

Princess May was taken aback and asked back, “All can be published?”

Charles nodded, and Princess May thought to herself, “Can even the extra stories of Du Wei and Prince Chen be published?”

“Well! He really is a shy man!”

Charles had no idea that he had sold himself out.

He was completely unaware of the existence of the extra stories, let alone the book.

When Anne was handling this matter, she even “silenced” the ghostwriter by having her sign an agreement to permanently give up the copyright and swear never to speak of the matter.

She also promised a substantial fee, and for every book of extra stories published, a royalty equivalent to one-tenth of a Yisheng Ding would be paid!

One Yisheng Ding was worth slightly less than twenty Chinese yuan, so one-tenth of a Yisheng Ding for each book was equivalent to about fifteen percent of the book’s price—an amount many best-selling authors on Earth could not get.

Anne was not short of money.

Indeed, the ghostwriter Anne found was for the young lady.

This lady also had Anne sign an agreement, ensuring that the truth of herself being the original author would not be revealed.

Well, the ghostwriter lady worried more about this issue becoming public than Anne did.

She deeply believed that she had brought out her best talent in this book, but… it must never be known that she wrote it!

Little did the ghostwriter lady anticipate that, for the rest of her life, just the royalties from this extra story alone would amount to several Aegeus each year. She lived well into her nineties, with her royalties increasing annually.

She kept her promise, never once mentioning the matter.

It was only after her death that the great-great-granddaughter of the ghostwriter discovered a mysterious sum of money coming into her ancestor’s account annually. She traced it to the publishing house, and that’s when this great secret was revealed!

Yes, that’s right!

Charles would be wrongfully accused for over a century!

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