Chapter 325: I Promise Never to Lose My Temper Again

Charlot unwrapped the bundle, retrieving Whale Slayer and Whale Butcher.
Annie's eyes widened in astonishment as she asked, "Is this the legendary Whale Slayer?"

Charlot replied nonchalantly, "Yes! I got it from a pirate. Its quality is quite decent."

Annie explained, "The Whale Slayer and Whale Butcher are said to have been crafted by an unnamed Saint Alchemist. Individually, they are merely high-tier extraordinary weapons or mid-tier extraordinary ones. But when paired together, they possess a unique extraordinary ability!"

"When someone wields one of the lances, a Shadow Knight will appear, holding the other lance and aiding in battle!"

Charlot was shocked and asked, "Annie, how do you know about this?"

Annie grinned smugly and said, "I’ve done my research."

Charlot murmured to himself, choosing not to probe further. What he didn’t know was that Annie's complete statement would have been, “I’ve done my research on all your spoils of war.”

Relying on his sixth sense, Charlot wisely changed the topic, bringing up the novel they had "co-written."

At the mention of the novel, Annie's eyes sparkled. She said, "Charlot, you have no idea how popular your books are. Not only in Fars, but also in the Ingrima Empire, the Lionheart Empire, and even in Byron and the Black Phoenix Dynasty. They're all bestsellers! They’re even a sensation in smaller nations."

Charlot smiled faintly and replied, "It’s all thanks to your hard work, Annie. I’m merely enjoying the fruits of your labor."

Annie knew full well that Charlot was flattering her. The novels’ popularity was entirely due to the original author’s brilliance. Still, she was delighted, eagerly recounting the various "challenges" encountered during the books' publication.

For instance, when she couldn’t find a suitable publisher, she had to buy one herself. When bookstores initially refused to sell the books, she invested heavily to acquire several chains...

Today, Annie was already the owner of three “international” publishing houses and nearly twenty bookstore chains. Yet, for a lady of the Bretagne family, these accomplishments were hardly worth boasting about.

Of course, there were things Annie would never mention to Charlot—like the special spin-offs involving Duwei and Crown Prince Chen...

Charlot never expected that while he was yet to embark on a business venture, Annie had already begun her journey as a successful businesswoman. If this were Earth, an author dating a rich young lady who owned a major comics platform would probably laugh themselves awake from their dreams.

The merchants Charlot organized were not merely conducting business; they were creating trade monopolies. With control over land resources, caravans, fleets, and goods, what they needed wasn’t business acumen, but powerful backing!
Although Charlot’s personally founded West Wind Knight Order wasn’t yet extraordinarily strong, it already rivaled a typical imperial noble’s power.

As a Dreamwalker, Annie wasn’t inclined toward close combat, nor did she intend to claim the two lances for herself. She merely wanted to hang them on the wall of 221B Baker Street in Val-de-Vas, beside her magical oil paintings, and invite a few girlfriends over for afternoon tea.

She always felt incredibly happy when she was with Charlot.
And today, she was especially happy!

Charlot didn’t quite understand this. He had no idea why Annie seemed more joyous than when he first returned.

He ordered a few cups of coffee and a barrel of ale, chatting idly with Annie for a while. Suddenly, a loud voice called from outside, “Is Miss Bretagne home? I’m the postman!”

When Charlot first transmigrated and returned from Cynes, he had sent his luggage through the Imperial Postal Service and received letters from his brother. However, he rarely used the postal service—it was simply too slow.

He preferred his knights to gallop to Strasbourg with the handwritten novel manuscripts.

Under other circumstances, he almost never used the postal service.

Annie’s cheeks flushed slightly. She had listed 221B Baker Street as her correspondence address, always considering it her and Charlot’s love nest. But hearing, “Is Miss Bretagne home?” with Charlot present made her feel shy. Yet, alongside her shyness, there was a hint of sweetness.

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but imagine that in a few years, they might really get married.

They would live at 221B Baker Street, frequently visited by friends. As Mrs. Mecklenburg, she would entertain the guests...

But such thoughts were simply too embarrassing!

Charlot, curious, said, “I’ll go with you.” Annie’s blush faded slightly, and the two stepped outside together. Sure enough, a man in the Imperial Postal Service uniform respectfully handed over a letter.

Charlot casually tipped him a centime and said, “Thank you!”

The postman was overjoyed, repeatedly thanking them.

Charlot and Annie returned to 221B, where Annie opened the letter. Her expression changed slightly as she exclaimed, “How could this happen? I just graduated—how am I already a first-class Civil Servant of the 24th Grade? Could this be a mistake?”

Charlot smiled faintly, taking the letter from her. Sure enough, there was another document inside—the one he had entrusted to Earl Bretagne. He said, “I know the backstory.”

Annie, surprised, asked, “What backstory?”

Charlot retrieved the document from the letter and handed it to Annie. He explained, “Originally, the Earl wanted me to keep it a secret to surprise you. But since the official appointment letter has arrived, there’s no need to hide it anymore.”

He then detailed the positions assigned to them by the Lionheart Empire.

Annie quickly understood that her father had orchestrated the entire affair. By leveraging her position in the Lionheart Empire, he had allowed her to leap past an Unreachable Class barrier within the Fars Empire, becoming a first-class Civil Servant of the 24th Grade!

This was nothing short of a legendary beginning!

Annie set down the document, gazing at Charlot with heartfelt affection as she said, “It’s all thanks to you, my dear Charlot Mecklenburg!”

Charlot smiled softly and replied, “Then I must thank Lady of the Black Moon...”

“Indeed, and the Serpent of Fate!”

“For guiding my true love to me in such a miraculous way.”

“If not for the intervention of deities and fate, I might have missed out on true happiness.”

“I can’t even imagine—without that misunderstanding years ago—where I would’ve met my Annie.”

Annie grew increasingly bashful, her eyes filled with tender affection. In a soft voice, she promised, “I swear I’ll never lose my temper again.”

Charlot chuckled and said, “I’ve never seen you lose your temper. How could such a gentle girl ever have a bad temper?”

Out of curiosity, Charlot asked, “Aside from the position, did you receive any government credentials?”

Annie glanced at the letter and replied, “I did as well!”

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