Menilman's Transfer Gossip

Charlotte accompanied Sylvie Martin out. He didn't bring any firearms, only a newly customized magic alchemy cane.

This magic alchemy cane had a simple yet somewhat luxurious style. It was made from an extremely rare type of wood, light, tough, and very flexible. It was inlaid with dozens of silver stars throughout. These silver stars were melted down from the old sword sheath from the Sherlock Dynasty period. When swung, it would produce a brilliant silver light, which Charlotte quite liked.

Of course, it wasn't a magic item; it had merely been treated with magic alchemy to increase its toughness.

No matter how tough the wood was, the probability of it cracking after embedding dozens of silver stars was quite high. However, after being treated with magic alchemy, its flexibility was even comparable to steel.

A good cane was not only a luxurious and handy weapon but also a gentleman's favorite personal item, very popular in every country on the Old Continent.

Charlotte had been quite well-off recently. Originally, he had melted down the old sword sheath to forge a magic sword, but after inquiring, he learned the price exceeded his budget. He gave up on forging the magic sword and ordered this magic alchemy cane instead, which cost him one Foer and twelve Centime.

Anyway, he wasn't skilled in swordsmanship, so using a cane or a rapier made no difference to him.

Sylvie Martin felt a little uneasy leaving 58 Champs-Élysées Avenue with her former fiancé.

Charlotte chose the first restaurant they passed and picked a window seat. He skillfully ordered two dishes.

The cuisine style of the Empire of Fars was very peculiar. It wasn't à la carte like Chinese food but appeared on the menu in the form of sets.

A single dish would consist of a main course, a side dish, a companion dish, a wine pairing, dessert, soup, and so on. Even the simplest menu had at least five items per dish, and the wine pairing and soup were essential.

This restaurant was quite decent. Charlotte ordered lamb chops, croissants, potato wedges, mushroom soup, sparkling cider, and some roasted chicken and a vegetable platter. The portion was generous, typical of a man's meal.

The dish he ordered for Sylvie Martin was primarily dessert, with cheese and several types of biscuits, as well as a milk tea, typical of a lady's meal.

Charlotte was also hungry. The two ate in silence, without talking.

After finishing their meal, Charlotte went to pay the bill and also bought a few extra bottles of wine. His new home lacked everything, and he really didn't have any wine stored. The sparkling cider he had tasted was good, so he bought some extra on impulse.

As usual, Charlotte didn't take the wine with him on the spot but asked the restaurant to deliver it to 58 Champs-Élysées Avenue later.

The two left the restaurant and quickly found a general store.

After purchasing the things Sylvie Martin needed, Charlotte also bought twenty catties of kerosene. Lately, he had been staying up all night researching diaries, which consumed quite a bit of fuel for his kerosene lamp.

After paying, he still asked the store to deliver the goods directly and returned to his residence with Miss Sylvie.

Charlotte remembered that he was currently "in love." Although his relationship with Anne Brittany hadn't been clarified yet, he still needed to prepare for the future. He stopped Sylvie, who was about to go upstairs after returning home, and said with a slight smile, "I need to ask a favor of Miss Sylvie. I hope you can call me cousin during this time. As you know, there might be some gossip about an unmarried man and woman living together, and this gossip would be more detrimental to you."

"Okay, Cousin Charlotte."

Sylvie didn't give him any more room for explanation. She readily agreed and quickly went up the stairs.

The young girl didn't compromise herself and chose the largest bedroom at the very end of the second floor. It had bright windows on three walls, a separate washroom, and a large built-in wardrobe.

The large bed left by the previous owner was very sturdy, which was also why it was too heavy and inconvenient to move, so it was left in this house.

For a young girl, this room was almost perfect, except for a slight fear caused by its emptiness.

Sylvie Martin stood by the south-facing window, gazing at the scenery of the Lucavaro River, and a surge of infinite courage welled up in her heart.

The young girl gently clenched her fists and whispered, "New life, here I come."

In the hearts of young girls, there are always countless beautiful dreams.

About ten minutes later, Charlotte lightly knocked on the door and said, "The general store's delivery guys are here."

Sylvie opened the door. The delivery guys from the general store carried various items in and placed them where the young girl instructed.

Throughout the process, Charlotte stood at the doorway and didn't enter, acting very gentlemanly.

This made Sylvie feel a little confused about her former fiancé.

The original Charlotte Mecklen wasn't this kind of person.

This was very un-Charlotte.

After the guys finished moving and placing the items, Charlotte politely said goodbye to Sylvie. He escorted the guys to the hall on the first floor, locked the door, and returned to his room on the third floor.

Charlotte chose the suite closest to the stairs, on the eastern side. This suite had a bedroom, a study, a washroom, and a living room. From the living room, there was a terrace facing Champs-Élysées Avenue. This terrace ran from east to west, had a short wall at chest height, and the entrances to the five suites were all on this terrace.

The south-facing terrace, however, was not connected. Each suite had its own independent open-air area. Sitting on the south-facing terrace, one could enjoy tea while admiring the beautiful scenery of the Lucavaro River.

He lay on an old sofa left by the previous landlord in his room, silently calculating his wealth.

"I originally had five Ecu in savings. I got seventy-five Ecu from selling the multi-headed flail. I won thirteen Ecu playing cards last time, and my brother sent another five hundred fifty Ecu. After deducting the fifty Ecu down payment for the house, I still have..."

"Five hundred ninety-three Ecu!"

"That's a considerable amount of capital."

"My research on the Agmilas Labyrinth hasn't been smooth lately. Even the professors at my alma mater, Sheffield University, have no research on this kind of overseas labyrinth. I should buy a batch of materials or find an expert in labyrinthology."

The next morning, Charlotte went to work at Kilmainham Prison as usual.

Not long after stepping into his office, an unexpected person came to visit: the reception secretary, Madame Pascal.

This lady brought shocking news. She lowered her voice and said, "Miss Menilman Sumay might be transferred from Kilmainham Prison, step down as Warden, and take up a position in the army."

Charlotte was greatly surprised upon hearing this news.

After that day, Menilman Sumay never returned to Kilmainham Prison. Although this Empire's First Rose, his senior and the Warden, had treated him well, he could avoid working overtime every day. While feeling uneasy, Charlotte still hoped that this lady wouldn't return for the time being.

However, there was a big difference between not returning temporarily and never returning at all. He was considered Menilman's direct subordinate. Once this superior left, he would have no one to cover for him, which would be very detrimental to his future prospects.

Madame Pascal was clearly not there to spread gossip. She stared at Charlotte without blinking, obviously waiting for his response.

Although Charlotte wasn't very familiar with the workplace, he quickly understood that Madame Pascal wanted to get some information from him. The news that Menilman might step down as Warden and be transferred from Kilmainham Prison was just this lady's way of testing the waters.