A Moment Alone for Two

The Cat and Clover Coffee Shop kept a "fat," clever young cat, very much like a bobcat from Earth. It naturally possessed a faint spiritual energy and a gentle disposition, capable of guarding the house for its owner. It was one of several common pets in the Empire of Fars.

Charlot Mecklenburg ordered two cups of coffee. He got a Simon, which tasted similar to a Mocha, and Anne Brittany ordered a foamy coffee that tasted like a Cappuccino.

The coffee in this world tasted similar to Earth's, just a bit more acidic. Charlot Mecklenburg wasn't a big fan, so he had to add more sugar to cut the sourness.

Although they had met twice and almost faced death together, they actually didn't know much about each other.

With this bit of free time, chatting about various things while drinking coffee, their relationship quickly became closer.

With his skilled conversational techniques – as a math teacher, his logic and eloquence were certainly not an issue – and knowledge and dad jokes from two worlds, Charlot Mecklenburg made Anne Brittany burst into laughter several times.

Anne Brittany talking about some things at school also interested Charlot Mecklenburg.

The first problem Charlot Mecklenburg faced after transmigrating to this world was survival.

He began to integrate into this world, accepted his new identity, and the issue of survival gradually ceased to be a problem.

He was even living quite well.

A need beyond mere survival was to eat and drink well!

From any perspective, living off a woman was a rather advantageous choice.

Anne Brittany was definitely a suitable marriage prospect.

Of course, he first had to deal with his never-before-met fiancée.

The good news was that the fiancée was unhappy with the engagement.

The bad news was that precisely because she didn't like him, Charlot Mecklenburg didn't have her contact information, making it impossible to resolve this perplexing issue for the time being.

Whether from a moral or practical standpoint, he had to cancel the engagement before his relationship with Anne Brittany progressed.

If their relationship reached a certain point before he canceled the engagement, there would inevitably be a loss of reputation.

Charlot Mecklenburg decided to write to his brother tonight, expressing his willingness to give up his inheritance rights and entrusting his brother to help contact the fiancée.

What Anne Brittany experienced with Charlot Mecklenburg was entirely new. If a man with knowledge systems from two worlds wasn't fresh enough, even the Deities of this world couldn't do better.

She was now somewhat grateful for her impulsiveness that day.

If it weren't for "avenging" her aunt, Anne Brittany would never have gone to a young man's window in the middle of the night, and thus wouldn't have met Charlot Mecklenburg. Their social circles were too far apart, and there would have been no chance of any interaction.

Could it be that Aunt's spirit in heaven specifically guided me to meet Mr. Mecklen? Anne Brittany thought to herself.

Thinking of this, her small face couldn't help but turn slightly red again.

Charlot Mecklenburg didn't know why Anne Brittany's pretty face suddenly flushed, but he wisely pretended not to see anything.

Just then, the Brittany family carriage appeared outside the window. As Charlot Mecklenburg was about to go out to greet it, Anne Brittany whispered, "You don't need to go out. My Mechanical Beetle will guide the coachman."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the coachman parked the carriage and came in with a document and a string of keys.

He placed the document and keys on the coffee table in front of them and respectfully stepped aside.

Charlot Mecklenburg opened the document.

This was a standard form from the Central Government Real Estate Bureau, a house transfer deed, in triplicate. One copy for Charlot Mecklenburg, one for the original owner, and one to be filed at the Real Estate Bureau's archives.

All three documents already had the official seal of the Central Real Estate Bureau and the buyer's handwritten signature.

Charlot Mecklenburg quickly scanned through it, confirmed there were no issues, and signed his name. The coachman took the other two copies and hurried away.

Charlot Mecklenburg put away his copy of the deed and the string of keys, feeling a bit emotional. Life as a noble was so easy and leisurely. Everything was done by servants; they didn't have much to do and had a lot of free time.

Such a life was a dream on Earth, but it was rooted in a rather politically incorrect social system.

Charlot Mecklenburg glanced at the sky, smiled slightly, and said, "How about I treat Miss Anne to dinner?"

Anne Brittany glanced at the sky, showing a slight hint of panic, and whispered, "Sorry, I have to go home for dinner."

Charlot Mecklenburg understood. In many noble families, dinner had to be a gathering, a very solemn ritual.

He didn't like it, wasn't used to it, couldn't accept it, but there was nothing he could do.

This was another world.

Charlot Mecklenburg refused Anne Brittany's offer to drive him home. He watched the young lady board the carriage and hurry away, then called over a coffee shop employee and asked, "Could you help me find a few cleaning maids?"

The employee politely replied, "No problem, sir. When do you need them?"

Charlot Mecklenburg smiled slightly and said, "Now."

He was very eager to break away from his past life. If he could move today, he didn't want to wait until tomorrow.

The coffee shop employee hurried away and quickly brought over five sturdy middle-aged maids. These five women all had the demeanor of people who had worked hard for years, making them feel very approachable.

Charlot Mecklenburg quickly gave a few instructions and led the maids back to Number 58 in a grand procession.

These maids were skilled workers. They quickly divided the tasks and started cleaning.

Charlot Mecklenburg walked around the first floor and then, full of curiosity, went up the stairs to the second floor.

By now, the sky was getting dark, and the rooms were quite dim.

He casually wandered around the second floor for a while, getting a general sense of the layout.

The second floor had fifteen rooms. The largest room was over seventy square meters, and the smallest was over twenty square meters. Although it wasn't larger than the Savings Society Apartment he used to live in, it felt much more spacious.

After touring the second floor, Charlotte went up to the third floor.

The maid responsible for cleaning this floor quickly bowed upon seeing him. Charlotte waved his hand, indicating it wasn't necessary.

This floor had fewer rooms, only five, each nearly a hundred square meters. They were extremely luxurious suites, with terraces on both sides. One side faced the Champs-Élysées Avenue; because the shops in front were only one story tall, the view was completely unobstructed, and he could see almost the entire street.

The other side brought Charlotte an even greater surprise than the Champs-Élysées Avenue view. It was standing on this terrace that he realized the other side of the house faced the Lucavaro River. Across the river was the Lucavaro District, which was already in the outer districts.

The imperial capital Strasbourg was divided into the Upper Seven Districts and the Outer Fifteen Districts.

The Upper Seven Districts were: Val-d'Oise District, Alexander District, Garonne District, Rosay District, Marvensado District, Alcatraz District, and Picardy District.

Charlotte couldn't even remember the names of the Outer Fifteen Districts.