Chapter 211: The Devil’s Rule

“Oh! There are so many kinds of magic? This is unbelievable.”

“Magic can even be used like this?”

“His Highness the Fourth Prince is truly a genius.”

“Is this one of your authors from the Fars Empire? I’d like to visit this great writer!”

Charlot Mecklenburg, sweating profusely, hurriedly replied, “No, you don’t want to!”

“This author…”

“He’s out traveling.”

“Very far away. It’s said he’s gravely ill and needs a very peculiar herb to recover.”

Princess May rested her chin on her hand, pondering for a while before suddenly declaring, “Stop talking about this book. I think your storytelling skills are terrible. You’ve ruined such a good novel. When I arrive in the Fars Empire, I’ll buy the original copy. Until then, no spoilers.”

Though Princess May’s face was concealed under a black robe, Charlot was certain that beneath it, the Grand Princess was wearing a look of disdain.

Charlot breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Princess May say, “Tell a slightly inferior story this time!”

“Sli… slightly inferior?” Charlot suddenly had a horrifying thought: if he ever returned to Earth, he might find it impossible to make a living as a writer due to what he was about to do.

After much contemplation, he finally decided on a fantasy story that might appeal to women. He began, “Once upon a time, there was an earl who had a son named Duwei. This Duwei never wet the bed…”

“When he was born, he couldn’t speak until the age of three. Everyone thought he was mute, perhaps even an idiot. On his third birthday, it rained with thunder and lightning, and he suddenly uttered his first words: ‘Damn it!’”

As Charlot narrated, an image of a tall, robust man wearing expensive glasses appeared in his mind, roaring furiously, “Who are you calling an inferior writer?!”

Princess May quickly became absorbed in the story. She discovered that it was filled with twists and turns, vivid characters, humorous language, and a subtle sense of sophistication. Compared to this story, everything else she had read in her life—even the previous one Charlot had mentioned—seemed like garbage.

It was unimaginable that such a captivating tale existed in the world.

She suddenly understood why Charlot had looked at her with “scorn” when she said she liked novels. Internally, the Grand Princess mused, “Are Fars Empire novels so superior to those of the Ingrima Empire? No, I’ve bought many novels by Fars authors before, and none of them were this good!”

“Could it be that only within the Fars Empire can one find authentic Fars novels? That their best works are not published outside their borders?”

“What a bizarre rule.”

Princess May still thought Charlot’s storytelling was clumsy and incoherent, unaware that he was deliberately adapting the original story to suit the Old Continent’s style. He omitted elements involving transmigrators and adjusted the plot, inevitably making the tale slightly fragmented. Still, after listening reluctantly for an entire day, she said when releasing Charlot for the evening, “This story is amazing, but your narration is terrible. I’ll also buy the original of this one when I get to the Fars Empire. Tomorrow, pick another story for me.”

Charlot’s face darkened. As he was about to leave, Princess May added, “When I visit the Fars Empire, I must also meet this author.”

Charlot quickly said, “He’s the author of the previous book as well.”

Princess May replied coldly, “The structure, creativity, writing style, and tone of these two books are completely different. Are you trying to fool me?”

Charlot hadn’t expected the Grand Princess to possess such literary acumen. He was about to fabricate an excuse about the author traveling when Princess May interrupted, “Don’t tell me he’s also out traveling? Do all Fars authors go traveling? Do you take me for a fool?”

Charlot hurriedly explained, “No, no! This author’s wife is extremely jealous. She forbids him from interacting with any female readers. Whenever he receives a letter from a female reader, she punishes him by skipping his dinner. If a female reader visits him in person, she beats him up…”

“So, it’s truly inconvenient.”

Charlot wiped his sweat, feeling fortunate he had transmigrated. Otherwise, the author might have come to the Old Continent to beat him up.

Princess May, half-believing him, waved him off.

…

The next morning, Charlot awoke with a splitting headache, racking his brains to think of another fantasy story that might suit the widowed Grand Princess’s tastes. A certain classic was out of the question—its four protagonists included one who had a scandalous relationship with their teacher, who was also a Grand Princess.

The book’s indecent depiction of the Grand Princess made it impossible for Charlot to adapt it. If he were to recite it verbatim, Princess May would undoubtedly misinterpret his intent and might even be provoked into murderous rage.

While Charlot was washing up, the ship’s alarm suddenly blared. Relieved, he rushed to the deck. In the distance, two magical alchemical warships sailed swiftly toward them, flying the flag of Byron.

James Cook also came onto the deck, gazing into the distance. His expression turned grim as he said, “Turn the ship around. We only have one warship and cannot possibly fend off two Byron warships.”

Charlot couldn’t help but ask, “Can we request Princess May to intervene?”

James Cook shook his head and pointed to the sky. “They have Saint-rank individuals as well.”

Charlot squinted at the horizon. His abilities were slightly inferior to James Cook’s, and his Eye of Insight could observe everything but lacked long-range focus. After a while, he finally saw two figures floating in the sky—Byron’s Saint-rank combatants.

James Cook’s decision was wise. Their best option was to use speed to outmaneuver the two magical alchemical warships.

Two warships combined were undoubtedly stronger than one, but they might not necessarily be faster.

Under James Cook’s command, the Titanic Whale executed a flawless turn. However, faced with the pursuit of the Byron warships, they couldn’t return to the Ingrima Empire and were forced westward.

The three warships, all from the same generation, had comparable technology and speed. The Titanic Whale couldn’t shake off the pursuers, nor could the Byron warships catch up immediately. Byron’s two vampire Saint-rank combatants also showed no intention of engaging Princess May directly. Both sides traveled for several days, gradually veering off the mainland’s route and into the open ocean.

In this world, while only the New and Old Continents had been explored extensively, the oceans had been mapped out significantly, with seven major seas identified. Among them, the Whale Sea was the most well-known.

As the magical alchemical warships sailed deeper into the open sea, Charlot occasionally spotted massive deep-sea whales surfacing, spraying water high into the air.

This vast ocean was home to these magnificent creatures, earning it the name Whale Sea.

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