The First Magic World War

Charles almost thought that His Majesty was a fellow transmigrator, but then he heard the Emperor recount several of his own past stories.

Yes, those were the romantic escapades of Charles Meklen.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief, no longer so panicked.

What Charles feared most was someone discovering his identity as a transmigrator, second only to someone discovering that he had once summoned the Evil God. As for the old embarrassments of Charles Meklen, those had to rank third.

If those were found out, it would only affect his marriage.

Though losing Anne would deeply sadden him.

But having transmigrated once, he could withstand such minor troubles.

Emperor Alfred Guillaume became more and more excited as he spoke. Count Sumei remained composed, after all, he was already aware, while Aurora Sumei's eyes grew brighter and brighter. She glanced back at Charles, slightly raised her eyebrows, and made an inquiring gesture.

Charles spread his hands in resignation and admitted openly.

Aurora nodded, indicating that she understood.

One couldn't tell what she was thinking, but suddenly the atmosphere turned strange.

Charles looked at this young Emperor of the Inglima, and though they had only met for about fifteen minutes, he already knew what kind of person the fifteenth Red Dragon Emperor of the Inglima Empire was.

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Emperor Alfred Guillaume, spoke till he was dry-mouthed, reached out his hand, and immediately someone in the palace brought him a glass of champagne. He drank it in one gulp and said, "Every time I look over the information sent by spies in Fars, I truly envy you."

"Is that baroness very beautiful?"

Charles answered, "Very beautiful!"

Emperor Alfred Guillaume continued, "Mrs. Yang Miers... I mean, is Miss Sophie Brittany beautiful?"

This time Charles did not answer, and simply said softly, "She has passed away, Your Majesty."

Emperor Alfred Guillaume paused. As the Emperor of one of the strongest empires on the continent, he did not quite grasp the concept of respecting others, but he did not dwell on it and asked about the appearances of a few women. Charles answered casually, which left the Emperor very satisfied.

Charles observed His Majesty's satisfied expression. In a moment of reverie, it almost seemed to overlap with those profiles of avid royal readers on the Internet back on Earth, even though he hadn't gone into the details of those past events. Clearly, the Emperor had filled in many of the blanks himself.

Indeed, Charles even wanted to recite a book of Ali's stories for him on the spot.

But thinking of Fan Xian reciting "Dream of the Red Chamber" after he transmigrated, and considering his own far lesser stature, he refrained from actively offering any foreign culture.

Although he couldn't introduce the advanced culture from Earth to a young Emperor in the palace of the Inglima Empire, Charles still made a very good impression on the Emperor.

No one knew where this inexplicable favor had come from.

After asking many questions, the young Emperor Alfred Guillaume spoke quickly, "Since you have come as an emissary to the Inglima Empire, you deserve a reward. I hereby grant you the 24th Rank as a participant in policy and a political position as the Archives Commissioner of the Red Dragon Palace. I'll also pick a residence in Notruden for you. Which location do you prefer?"

Charles quickly replied, "I like places near rivers and seas where I can fully enjoy Notruden's culture."

Emperor Alfred Guillaume gave a slight smile and said, "There happens to be an abandoned riverside garden in the royal estate. I will bestow it upon you."

Charles had not expected that without even addressing serious matters, merely past deeds would earn him such significant benefits.

In the Fars Empire, he did not know how many more years he would have struggled to reach the 24th Rank, regarded as an insurmountable class. Unexpectedly, after meeting the emperor only once, he was awarded such status.

As for whether this position was from Fars or from Inglima, it did not matter; the salary was the same, only paid in Inglima's gold pounds and shillings.

Count Sumei, upon seeing that His Majesty the Emperor had finally stopped mentioning Charles's embarrassing incidents, gave a light cough and said, "Mister Mecklen's documents were very insightful. You've seen them as well, Your Majesty. My suggestion is to ally with Fars as soon as possible."

"We need to limit the expansion of those vampires' power. Having a strong Byron Empire is contrary to the interests of the Empire."

Emperor Alfred Guillaume finally regained some of his dignity and said, "I have discussed this with the other ministers, and their opinions align with Lord Sumei. I agree to sign the alliance."

An official wheeled over more than ten documents on a quadricycle and then quietly retreated.

Emperor Alfred Guillaume continued, "These are the alliance documents discussed and agreed upon by the higher officials of the Inglima Empire. Archives Commissioner Charles Mecklen, after you have reviewed them and if there are no objections, you may sign them."

Charles exclaimed in surprise, "Doesn't this require the signature of the Augusladin High Priest?"

Count Sumei explained to him, "Mister Mecklen, as a diplomatic envoy, you are the lowest-ranked diplomat but also possess the power to sign state documents."

Urged on by the Emperor and Count Sumei, Charles reviewed the dozen or so documents. He couldn't decipher their content, but he knew he had no choice. He braced himself and signed his name on all of them.

After all, even if there were issues, Charles Mecklen could leave a notorious legacy, and once he closed his eyes, it would no longer be his concern.

After Charles had signed the documents, they were sealed in the presence of the Emperor of Inglima and the Foreign Minister. Another cart of documents was then wheeled over; these were from the Inglima Royal Family. Then came a third cart of documents for the Inglima Ministers of State…

Charles felt like an underground author whose books were not selling well but who was nonetheless compelled by the publisher to sign five thousand copies, ensuring no unsigned versions were available in the market. He spent a whole night signing documents in the imperial palace.

Of course, His Majesty the Emperor had retired to rest early on, and even Count Sumei and Aurora had gone to rooms reserved for ministers in the palace. Charles alone, a modern-day embodiment of tireless labor, battled fatigue.

By noon the next day, Charles had finally finished signing all the documents, five of which were to be taken later to the Fars Empire.

When Charles, who had taken a night's rest and was energized, was led out of the Red Dragon Palace by Count Sumei, the first thing he asked was, "Count Sumei, may I go back to Embassy Street first?"

He wanted to go back and sleep well, for even as a Transcendent, he had been severely tested by the young Red Dragon Emperor during the night.

Count Sumei replied with a gentle smile, "Of course you may. I can arrange for a carriage to take you there."