Golden Pheasant Tail Flower and Champs-Élysées Avenue

An exceptionally luxurious carriage glided past, the coachman instinctively wanting to avoid trouble.

Someone in the carriage let out a soft exclamation. A gentle, elegant voice came from inside the carriage, saying, "Stop for a moment!"

The coachman didn't dare to delay and quickly reined in the horses.

A graceful and elegant lady stepped down from the carriage. She looked at Yang Mills' residence, and with a gentle squeeze of her small hand, covered in a silk long glove, countless black mists surged into the sky, converging into a classical oil painting.

The lady said lazily, "Send it to Mignon Avenue, number 25."

The classical oil painting in the sky seemed to have been taken away, vanishing without a trace.

The lady got back into the carriage. After giving an instruction, the coachman shook the reins again and drove the carriage away.

The City Patrol who witnessed this scene didn't dare to stop the lady, because they all saw the Golden Pheasant Tail Flower emblem on the carriage.

That represented an existence that even their highest superiors wouldn't dare to provoke.

Endless corridors, figures over three meters tall, entirely red, carrying a huge war hammer, and monsters that looked like they had no skin, all vanished together.

Suddenly returning to the real world, Charlotte was still a bit unaccustomed. He didn't even dare to choose the main door, directly smashing a window and rushing out of the mansion.

Seeing a few City Patrol members in the distance, Charlotte didn't want to be associated with Yang Mills' family anymore and quickly walked away in another direction.

After circling the street, Charlotte heard the sound of a carriage speeding up behind him, coming quickly. A clear voice called out, "Mr. Mecklen, please get in."

Charlotte hesitated for a moment but still got into the carriage.

Seeing the unharmed young lady, he asked out of politeness, "Miss Anne Brittany, were you harmed?"

Anne Brittany said with lingering fear, "I'm fine. Thanks to you for breaking in and saving my life. Otherwise, I would have been trapped in that Dimensional Corridor created by the ancient painting depicting the true form of the Evil God from overseas."

She stood up and performed a noble bow, her pretty face full of gratitude towards Charlotte.

Charlotte had killed Mr. Yang Mills, but he hadn't rescued this young lady. In fact, he himself had almost been trapped in the Dimensional Corridor. As for how the two of them finally got out?

He hadn't seen that lady make a move and was still confused.

Charlotte knew there was no need to explain and smiled, saying, "Any gentleman would do the same. I just happened to be there."

Anne Brittany's gaze towards Charlotte could almost be described as filled with affection.

She was a favored daughter of heaven, usually surrounded by many young talents. But at this moment, she felt that none of these men could compare to this Mr. Charlotte Mecklen, who could step forward at a critical moment, full of courage, and afterwards was humbly modest, showing true gentlemanly demeanor.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Anne Brittany, if you are all right, I will take my leave. I only have one day off and was planning to find a residence near my new workplace."

Anne Brittany showed interest and asked, "Mr. Charlotte, has your job been transferred?"

Charlotte smiled faintly and said, "I've been transferred from the Central Government Office to Kilmainham Prison. The Alexander District where I currently live is quite far from there, so I plan to move to the Picardy District."

There was no need to hide these work matters, so Charlotte told the truth.

Although being a Clerk at the Central Government Office sounded more respectable than the Prison Guard Force, a Level 1 Chief Clerk at rank 37 was far better than a Level 1 Clerk at rank 41.

Charlotte didn't intend to show off about this. Boasting about his civil servant rank to a young lady from a top noble family was not a shrewd move.

A slight ripple appeared in Anne Brittany's eyes, and she said with a hint of delight, "What a coincidence, I have a relative who is selling a house in the Picardy District."

"I can help you get a good price."

Charlotte looked a little ashamed and said, "I don't have much savings, I can probably only afford eighty Ecu."

As a Level 1 Clerk at the Central Government Office, his weekly salary was only one Foer and seventy Centime. Even with extra income, it wouldn't exceed one hundred Foer a year. Plus, young people who just started working tend to spend generously. Saving three Ecu a year was already considered being good with money.

Charlotte had worked for two years and could still have savings of over five Ecu, which was already a model for good young people in the new era and a key target for the Savings Union.

If it weren't for selling the Multi-Headed Flail for seventy-five Ecu, Charlotte wouldn't even dare to think about buying his own house.

Anne Brittany's relative must also be a high-ranking noble, and the house they were selling would certainly be extraordinary. Charlotte didn't think he could afford it.

He just wanted to find an ordinary residence, not a mansion.

Charlotte directly stated the maximum price he could afford, hoping to politely decline the young lady's kindness.

Anne Brittany smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Charlotte, please don't worry, that house is within your affordable price range."

The young lady instructed the coachman, "To Champs-Élysées Avenue."

The carriage started moving again.

Charlotte, with the attitude of "it wouldn't hurt to take a look," thanked the other party.

Charlotte had actually never been to Champs-Élysées Avenue, but he had an impression of this avenue in his memory.

The Picardy District, like the Alexander District, belonged to a commercial district, or what would be called a handicraft district according to Earth's customs. The latter was dominated by large shopping malls and markets, known for its numerous high-end consumption venues. The Picardy District was relatively more commoner-oriented, selling everyday goods.

Champs-Élysées Avenue was the most bustling avenue in the Picardy District, with a strong commercial atmosphere. There were many famous bakeries, pastry shops, coffee shops, as well as various grocery stores, spice shops, tailor shops, and even a human market from Strasbourg.

It is said that a long time ago, Champs-Élysées Avenue was a farmland, which was later incorporated into the city. Most of the farmers received sufficient compensation and bought new estates in the countryside, but a very few old residents remained in place.

Champs-Élysées Avenue was therefore not favored by the nobles, who disliked its residents' impure composition. Almost no high-ranking nobles bought property there, finding it beneath their status. People who shopped on Champs-Élysées Avenue were either commoners or servants of high-ranking nobles. High-ranking nobles themselves rarely appeared there.

Also because of the strong commercial atmosphere, Champs-Élysées Avenue attracted many merchants to buy properties, but most of them were commercial properties. The transaction of shops there was extremely active, but the residential market was very quiet.

Charlotte slightly lifted the carriage curtain. When he saw Champs-Élysées Avenue, even with memories from two worlds, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

This avenue, according to the Empire's metric length unit, was two thousand six hundred Pimi, which is about a little over three kilometers when converted to Earth's length unit. Because it was originally farmland, it was built very wide.