Axel

Chapter 265: One Must Not Be Too Drunk, Green Bull!

Added 2025-02-15 14:05:01 +0000 UTC

During this period, Chloe Hadrian had been training with unprecedented diligence, and his combat energy had advanced at a remarkable pace. After enduring the trials of war, he finally shattered the bottleneck and condensed the Proof of the Earth, one of the eight Knight Proofs, doubling his strength.

Brimming with confidence, he ventured alone from the military camp, spear in hand, and loudly issued a challenge to Charlot Mecklenburg.

Charlot, whose mouth was dry from dictating text for hours, was overjoyed at hearing the challenge. He exclaimed, "Chloe, you brat! I’ll end your life right now—"

Before he could finish, Princess May Guillaume pressed him back into his seat and said indifferently, "I’ll go."

Charlot hesitated. "But this... doesn’t seem appropriate?"

However, Princess May had already leaped into the air, completely ignoring him. Beside Charlot, the quick-handed scribe, Italio Calvino, urged him in a low voice, "Mr. Mecklenburg, please don’t waste any more time. We are still far from reaching the word count set by the Grand Princess today. If we delay any further, none of us will have dinner."

Charlot sighed deeply, gazing skyward as he resumed dictating his web novel. He regretted showing off on the battleship that day.

If the novels of the Old Continent were bad, why did he have to sneer so conspicuously? What was the point?
One must not be too drunk, Green Bull!
Yes, that was a line from some online novel.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Charlot’s spine as he thought to himself, "I mustn’t let the Grand Princess hear about that book. If I recall correctly, did that book even have an ending? Or was it unfinished?"

"Regardless, I’m sure the Grand Princess would never approve of its conclusion."

"If she suspects I’m slacking off, she’ll make me keep dictating."

"That would truly be the death of me."

...

Chloe Hadrian stood frozen, his expression blank, as he watched Princess May Guillaume descend from the sky. A single thought echoed in his mind:

I’m done for.

Dead!

He couldn’t understand. Saint ranks rarely cared about the lives of ordinary people. Charlot Mecklenburg had fought his way to Oia Town without encountering a Saint. So how was it that now, at Sedona City, when he came for a one-on-one challenge, a Saint intervened?

Was Charlot the illegitimate son of some Grand Duke?

No, wait...

Why am I still alive?

Lost in thought, Chloe was startled by Princess May’s cold, clear voice. "Charlot Mecklenburg is currently writing a novel. Do not disturb his draftwork."

Chloe Hadrian scrambled to show his sincerity and quickly said, "Mr. Charlot Mecklenburg and I had agreed to a friendly spar to deepen our camaraderie. I had no idea he was busy creating. I will never dare to challenge him again."

Princess May was satisfied. She flicked Chloe on the forehead with a Saint’s strength, knocking him unconscious, and floated gracefully back to Sedona City.

...

Chloe’s deputy, who had been watching the duel from the military camp, had been somewhat worried about her commander. However, the moment Princess May revealed her Saint-level power, the deputy froze, utterly stunned, like a small chick pinned down by a tiger’s paw.

When Princess May flicked Chloe unconscious, the deputy let out a sharp cry, grabbed a rapier, and sprinted to her commander. As she threw herself over Chloe and confirmed he still had a pulse, her emotions overwhelmed her, and she fainted on the spot.

Frankly, it was beyond bizarre for a knight commander and his deputy to be sprawled out together under the enemy’s walls. Yet, it had happened in such an open and undeniable fashion.

Charlot, immersed in dictation, had no idea this had occurred. Had he known, he would have stormed out and run both of them through with a single spear strike—ensuring they perished by the same blow, rather than different methods.

Ten minutes later, Chloe’s subordinates cautiously ventured out of the camp to retrieve their commander and his deputy, hauling them back inside.

...

It was only during dinner that Charlot had a moment to ask, "What happened to Chloe?"

A straightforward scribe replied, "His deputy ran out, and then the two of them lay under the city wall for a while before returning."

Charlot froze in disbelief, his mind spinning.
They lay under the city wall for a while? What were they doing? Are people from the Black Phoenix Dynasty always this uninhibited?

Did I miss something interesting?

Doubting the first account, Charlot asked another scribe, who gave a similar response. "Indeed, they lay there for about ten minutes. Chloe collapsed first, and then his deputy rushed out with a rapier, only to throw herself on top of him."

These scribes, like Charlot, were overworked from daily dictation. Compared to Charlot, who only had to narrate, they had it worse—they wrote so much that their fingers were covered in calluses.

Typically, these quick-handed scribes wouldn’t write more than five hundred words a day. But after being sent here by Anne, they now averaged ten thousand words daily.

They hadn’t gone to the walls to witness the scene themselves but relied on gossip from the West Wind Knights, which naturally lacked many details.

The straightforward scribe, fearing Charlot’s disbelief, added, "They really were lying there for a full ten minutes!"

Charlot muttered to himself,
So Chloe isn’t all that impressive.
Ah, he trained in the Black Phoenix Dynasty’s royal secret arts, not as effective as Blood Glory, which even boosts endurance.

If he dared to challenge me, he must have made some progress in his cultivation.

Good thing I didn’t go out. Otherwise, I might have struggled to defeat him.

I’ve been neglecting my training for dictation. After finishing these two books, I must resume my practice.

...

After dinner, Charlot resumed his arduous dictation. He often mused that the authors of these two books should treat him to a feast. How many legitimate readers had he secured for them in the Fars Empire? Even the Grand Princess of the Ingrima Empire was a die-hard fan. Bragging about this would surely trump boasting about a dinner with a certain world leader.

Though the royalties all went into Charlot’s pocket, he considered that irrelevant.

For a while, Charlot had been under the illusion that he hadn’t transmigrated to the Old Continent but into a modern urban setting, where shameless plagiarism was his claim to fame...

Until one day, Princess May suddenly summoned him, said nothing, and took off into the sky.

Charlot asked, "Princess May, where are we going?"

She replied coolly, "To Silver Dove Castle. Menielman has arrived."

Charlot exhaled a long breath and sincerely exclaimed, "Praise Senior Sister Menielman."

That wasn’t a mere thought; it was a shout from the heart.

Then he heard Princess May’s frosty response: "Quite bold of you."

Only then did Charlot realize he was being carried by Menielman’s sworn enemy, in mid-air...