first wizarding world war.

Chapter 285: Mr. Roger-Otta Rivers changes his name to Guillaume
Charlotte was certain that Ben Lanmarock was the kind of Inglima who had no chemistry with the pirates.

So he said bluntly: "We are going to eradicate the Golden Goat Pirates of St. Michael Island."

"But this is a military secret, you can't tell anyone."

Ben Lanmarok was overjoyed and shouted, "As men of our generation, we should make great achievements now. Mr. Mecklen, you can rest assured that I, Ben Lanmarok, will definitely do my best."

Charlotte actually doesn’t know what to do?
He is just a small undercover agent.

The mission given to him by Menilman was not to take over St. Michael's Island single-handedly.

His mission was to pass on messages, contact the Golden Deputy Goat, a resistance force on St. Michael Island, and rescue the three saints in St. Michael Prison. Although the tasks were not easy and could basically be done by an "insider", sending a high priest from Ingrima, as well as bringing the youngest lion of Breton and an army of Ingrima, was a job beyond the scope.

Charlotte can only take one step at a time.

There was no way around it. This job was arranged by the Grand Princess of the Ingrima Empire, and maybe even a certain Majesty had a hand in it. There was no way to refuse.

In the entire Inglimar Empire, there were few people who could make Ben Lanmarock obey orders from others, not even Princess Mei. After all, the youngest lion in Britain, his father was Count Lanmarock, and Count Victory Champagne was once as famous as Zimmerman.

Before Charlotte could chat with Ben Lanmalok for a few minutes, a team of messengers came and asked Charlotte to go with them to the Red Dragon Palace.

Charlotte had no choice but to say goodbye to Ben Lanmaroc and follow the envoy to pay a visit to Emperor Alfred Guillaume.

After going through all the procedures, Charlotte met the young emperor again.

This time, however, Alfred Guillaume acted calm and magnanimous, and played the role of a young emperor of a great empire perfectly. Any important official who saw this would say, "Our lord is a true emperor!"

Charlotte always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to say anything.

His Majesty Emperor Alfred Guillaume asked about the alliance between the two countries. After only talking for a dozen minutes, he let Charlotte leave without inviting her to dinner.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he was a little afraid of the young Red Dragon Emperor. But when he walked out of the Red Dragon Palace, a eunuch hurriedly caught up with him, handed him a letter, and hurried back without saying a word.

When Charlotte returned to 698 South Riverside Street, Severntes, she opened the letter and saw a piece of bold and arrogant text. The content of the letter was very simple, just a few sentences: You did a great job. I didn't expect that you could conquer my aunt from the perspective of writing a novel yourself. The two gifts were given very thoughtfully.

Lord Mecklen!

Work hard, I won't treat you unfairly, the new position is already in the process.

Those novels are well written, but why is there only "The Legend of the Lionheart"?
No "Red Dragon Emperor"?
Hurry up and write the Red Dragon Emperor. On the day you submit it, I will give you a piece of land in the New World.

Charlotte thought for a while, slapped her thigh, and thought to herself, "I can only trouble Mr. Roger Ota Rivers to change his last name to Guillaume."

"Mr. Qiu is in his prime. He won't travel to this world for at least forty years. I'm still pretty safe."

After drafting the new novel, Charlotte did not plan to start writing it right away. After all, his quick writing team was not there, and it would be too tiring to write it himself.

Far away in Strasbourg, a dance was being held at the Galannod family.

The protagonists of this dance party were all quite young and of very distinguished status. They were all polite and elegant, and formed several small groups, chatting very easily about various recent gossips. Even the war in Felandan was just one of the gossips for them, and not all of it.

The center of this ball was, of course, Sophia Galanold.

The Rose of Strasbourg did not have much joy on her face. She preferred adventure rather than this kind of comfortable, luxurious and somewhat decadent social dance.

A dozen young men surrounded Sophia Galanold, talking loudly. It was not that there were other young men who wanted to get closer, but these ten or so young men were of very high status, so they naturally formed a barrier, making young men of lower status feel ashamed and dare not get closer. These ten or so young nobles were discussing all kinds of hot gossip recently, but Sophia Galanold did not hear it. A young man suddenly said, "I heard that Sophia, you recently got an extraordinary spear. I wonder if we can appreciate it?"

"Or, we can also take out our treasured knight's lances and compare them to see whose lance is more valuable?"

This proposal was applauded by all the young men. They were all very interested in the Strasbourg Rose and wanted to win the favor of Sophia Galannod. How could they not agree to something that could overshadow other serious matters?
They all felt that the spears treasured by their family must be better than those of others.

Sophia Galanold just thought that the matter was a little funny and didn't get involved at all.

A noble lady suddenly came over and said, "Sophia! You are the pride of our Strasbourg. The spears you have collected must be extraordinary. I wanted to take a look at them several times, but you refused to show them to me. Will you take them out this time?"

Sophia Galanold had no favorable impression of this noble lady, who was also a distant relative. She said indifferently, "I'm sorry, that spear was only lent to me by someone else. It's not mine, so it's not convenient for me to show it to you."

The young man who suggested collecting the knight's lances was a little embarrassed and said, "We have all heard of the famous knight's lance in the Old World. Sophia, if you are unwilling to take it out, can you at least let us know his name?"

Sophia Galanold was annoyed and said calmly: "It's a whale killer!"

As soon as this word came out, the whole scene fell silent. Someone stammered, "Is it the whale killer called Shizimaru?"

"The weapon of the youngest lion of Breton?"

In fact, many people are thinking, is it the weapon of Count Lanmalok?

After all, Earl Lanmalok is so famous that no one in Fars can compare to him.

The young lady couldn't help but say, "How can you get a whale? How is this possible?"

Sophia Galanold said calmly, "A friend of mine won this knight's lance in a duel with his follower Lanmaroc on the Seventh River in the presence of Emperor Alfred Guillaume."

"It is indeed temporarily loaned to me, so it is really inconvenient for you to enjoy it."

Sophia Galanold said this and walked away, leaving a group of young nobles looking at each other in bewilderment and imagining things.

What is the Strasbourg Rose?
This is the Rose of Strasbourg.

It is easy to let a friend defeat the youngest lion of Britain and "borrow" his knight's lance for appreciation.

What is the style?

This is the style...

This was the unanimous thought among the young nobles who participated in the misunderstanding.

Soon what happened at the ball spread throughout the aristocratic circles of Strasbourg.

The news of Charlotte's duel with Lanmaroc had already reached Strasbourg, but rumors are not true at all...

Sophia Galanold never expected that she had become the center of the public opinion storm even though she had not told any lies, nor deliberately led any public opinion, nor tried to do anything.

The latest gossip that Charlotte dueled with the youngest lion of Breton for the Strasbourg Rose and forced him to hand over his family-inherited knight's lance Shishimaru Slayer spread throughout Strasbourg and even overshadowed the news of the war on the Ferlanden front.

When Anne of Brittany heard the gossip...

(End of this chapter)