First Wizarding World War

As soon as Grandma Karen left, Anne fell into Charlotte's arms, tears falling like pearls, and murmured: "I am a bad woman, I am a selfish woman, I struggled for a long time, but still... …Choose selfishness.”

"Mr. Mecklen, I know this sentence is very immoral, but I still want to say: Can you please go to the battlefield for me?"

"I, Anne Brittany, swear on the honor of my family that if you cannot come back, I will never marry!"

"Or you can refuse me."

Charlotte patted Anne's pink back and whispered: "But this is also what I dream of. Please allow me not to refuse this request. You also know that this is the only opportunity for a poor boy to marry the daughter of an earl. ”

Annie snorted and laughed, but then her eyes filled with sadness.

Charlotte was not considered a poor boy, but he was the son of a businessman, so he was naturally separated from the nobles. If he could not rely on his own ability to achieve success, even if he made more money, he would not be able to get the earl's permission to marry his daughter.

Charlotte is not too afraid of going to the battlefield. He has insight and blood flame transformation, and his survivability is much better than ordinary extraordinary ones.

Moreover, he really needs an opportunity to quickly improve his strength.

After all, he still has the urgency of the arrival of the evil god.

This opportunity can only be a battlefield.

Anne walked out of No. 58 Avenue Elysee, wiped her tears, and got into the carriage.

The carriage turned out of Elysee Pastoral Avenue, and there was a carriage waiting. Grandma Karen stepped out of the carriage gracefully and said: "Miss, you won the bet with the Earl."

Annie, however, had no excitement or joy and said sadly: "I feel like I am a bad girl."

"I am forcing the person I love most to go to war. I feel deeply guilty and uneasy."

Aunt Karen smiled lightly and said, "Miss, you don't need to blame yourself, you did nothing wrong."

"Don't blame the count, either."

"Even the Earl has some things he can't do. He is worried that the most beautiful roses in his house will be picked by unintentional people, so he has no choice but to make these attempts."

Anne whispered: "When he first met me, he rushed into the Corridor of the Evil God to save me regardless of the danger of his life. This kind of temptation is completely unnecessary."

Grandma Karen smiled slightly and said in her heart: "If he hadn't come forward that time, he wouldn't even have the chance to be tested this time."

"The Earl has sent people to the Principality of Behemoth to investigate this young man."

"As a result of the investigation, the earl burned it that day without showing it to anyone or mentioning it to anyone. He just lost his temper for a whole day."

"He touched his beloved sword nine times and grabbed the Silver Rhinoceros twice..."

"The Earl should really want to kill Mr. Mecklund himself."

"I guess Mr. Mecklen is a very interesting young man! He should have a lot of dark history."

Anne murmured softly: "I never expected that this war would not start."

Grandma Karen said: "Every empire wants to expand, and small and medium-sized countries are coerced by the empire. This war is inevitable."

"Miss, there is no need to worry too much. Your father will not transfer him to a dangerous unit. After all, he is not as ambitious as Mr. Creel."

"The Earl took advantage of Mr. Creel this time, I hope he won't be angry."

Anne wanted to refute this statement, but when she thought carefully about Charlotte's daily actions, it seemed that she did not have any lofty ambitions, and the son of a wealthy businessman like Charlotte was in no way comparable to a nobleman like Krell. Young people, the latter have too many resources.

After Charlotte sent Anne away, she couldn't help but whistle.

He said to Mrs. Nancy: "Please go to the Cat and Clover Coffee Shop, pick up my three little cuties, and buy a few kilograms of beef, a few kilograms of mutton, some pork, onions, and lettuce." , buy some spices, and two more barrels of ale, I want to celebrate today."

Mrs. Nancy agreed and went out.

After a while, errands from various stores came to deliver things, and Charlotte asked them to deliver them to the backyard.

Charlotte had already acquired a set of barbecue tools that are essential for time travellers, but he was not that diligent on earth. After time travel, he lived in a bustling commercial street like No. 58 Elysee Pastoral Avenue, so it was too convenient to go out to eat. Now and then, I don’t want to go out, and Mrs. Nancy provides private kitchen services, so I’m too lazy to do it.

Although the terrace on the third floor has a better view, after finishing the barbecue, it still has to be cleaned up. It is troublesome to run around upstairs and downstairs. Charlotte doesn't want to do it herself, and it doesn't feel right to order Mrs. Nancy around.

When Mrs. Nancy came back with the last batch of things and the three kittens, Charlotte had already cut dozens of skewers, threaded various pieces of meat, sprinkled them with spices and fine salt spray, and roasted them on the brazier. The fragrance overflows.

When the three kittens saw their owner, they immediately jumped out of the bamboo basket carried by Mrs. Nancy, meowed wildly, ran towards Charlotte, and rubbed against his pants.

Charlotte was quite happy to see her cats. She used psychic skills to communicate with them for a while, and then prepared food for the kittens. Then she called to Mrs. Nancy and said, "Let's eat some together."

Mrs. Nancy was not polite and took over the barbecue job, freeing Charlotte.

Seeing her skillful look, Charlotte was a little surprised and asked, "Mrs. Nancy, why do you seem so familiar with barbecue?"

Mrs. Nancy answered while grilling meat: "I have an acquaintance, she is a cook who worked with me in the house of my previous master. She is particularly good at grilling meat. My previous employer likes to eat grilled meat very much. I often helped him and learned a little bit."

Charlotte immediately became interested and asked: "Does the lady have a new job now?"

Mrs. Nancy shook her head and said: "She is different from me. She is not from the Old World. She is a native of the New World. She comes from the far east. She was captured and came to Fars because of the war. She is not a free person."

"The master originally promised that as long as she served for five years, he would issue her a certificate of freedom and allow her to become a free person. She invested in the gold mines of the New World, lost all her money, and went bankrupt, so he broke his promise and sold her."

Charlotte was silent immediately. He knew that there was human trafficking in the Old World, and even there was a human market on the Champs-Elysees, but he didn't want to think about these things.

Mrs. Nancy seemed to think that she had said something wrong and fell silent.

Charlotte raised a skewer of barbecue, smiled and livened up the atmosphere, and asked, "What's the lady's name?"

Mrs. Nancy put a string of mushrooms on the brazier and said, "Her name is too long. I only remember her nickname: Mrs. Umezai Sauce."