At this "Cat and Clover" café, there was a "fat" half-grown intelligent cat, which resembled the leopards oh. It naturally possessed a thin trace of spiritual energy, had a gentle disposition, and could guard the house for its owner. It was one of the more os in the Fars Empire.

  Charlot ordered two cups of coffee—he chose a cup of Seymore, which was simir to a mocha, while Annie selected a ilk foam coffee that tasted like cappuo.

  The coffee here tasted simir to that oh, though it was a bit more acidic. Charlot wasn’t particurly fond of the fvor, so he added a bit more sugar to suppress the sourness.

  Although they had met twid nearly shared life-ah experiences, Charlot and Annie didn’t really know each other very well.

  With some leisure time on hand, they sipped their coffee and chatted about various topics, quickly growing closer.

  Charlot, with his adept versation skills as a math teacher—his logid eloquence fwless—along with knowledge from two worlds and a good stock of dry humor, had Annie ughing to the point of nearly losing trol several times.

  Annie began sharing some stories from school, which also piqued Charlot’s i.

  Charlot’s first challenge upon arriving in this world had been survival.

  He began adapting to this new world and accepted his new identity. The issue of survival gradually ceased to be a problem.

  In fact, he was living quite well.

  The step after survival was to eat and drink well! No matter from which perspective, living off a woman was an exceedingly fortable option.

  Annie Bretagne was undoubtedly a suitable marriage partner.

  Of course, he had to first resolve the issue with his fiancée, whom he had never met.

  The good news was that his fiancée was dissatisfied with the marriage tract.

  The bad news was that, because she didn’t like him, Charlot had no way to tact her and couldn’t figure out how to resolve this troubling situation.

  From both a moral and practical standpoint, he had to cel the e before making any progress in his retionship with Annie Bretagne.

  If their retionship had already reached a certain stage, g the e would undoubtedly result in a loss of reputation.

  Charlot decided that he would write a letter to his older brother tonight, expressing his willio give up his iance rights and asking his brother to help him tact his fiancée.

  For Annie Bretagne, her experieh Charlot was entirely new. A man with knowledge from two worlds was already fasating enough, and even the gods of this world couldn’t have doer.

  She felt a bit grateful for her recklesshat day.

  Had it not been for avenging her aunt, Annie would never have goo a young man’s window in the middle of the night, and she wouldn’t have met Charlot. Their social circles were so different that there would have been no ce for their paths to cross.

  Annie Bretaghought quietly, “Could it be that my aunt is watg from above, guidio meet Mr. Meburg?”

  As she thought about this, her face couldn’t help but flush slightly.

  Charlot, unaware of the reason behind Annie’s sudden blush, wisely pretended not to notiything.

  Just then, the Bretagne family carriage appeared outside the window. Charlot was about to step out to greet them when Annie softly said, “o go out. My meical beetle will guide the an.”

  Sure enough, a few mier, the an stopped the carriage, came in with a dot and a set of keys, and pced them on the coffee table in front of them. He then respectfully stepped aside.

  Charlot opehe dot.

  It was an official dot from the tral Gover’s Property Bureau—a house transfer tract. Three copies had been made: one for Charlot, one for the inal homeowner, and oo be filed with the Property Bureau.

  All three copies already bore the official seal of the tral Property Bureau and the buyer’s handwritten signature.

  Charlot quickly skimmed through it, firming there were no issues, and signed his he an took the other two copies and hurriedly left.

  Charlot tucked his house deed and the set of keys away, feeling somewhat emotional. Life as a noble was indeed carefree; servants handled everything. Nobles had little to do and plenty of free time.

  Such a life would be a dream e true oh, but it was rooted in a politically incorrect social system.

  Charlot g the sky, smiled slightly, and said, “How about I invite Miss Annie for dinner?”

  Annie Bretagne g the sky, her face showing a slight panid whispered, “Sorry, I must go home for dinner.”

  Charlot uood. Many noble families held a formal dinner where everyone had to gather, a solemn ritual.

  He wasn’t particurly fond of it, nor was he aced to it, but he couldn’t refuse, and there was nothing he could do about it.

  This was another world.

  Charlot deed Annie’s offer to escort him home. He watched the young dy hurriedly board the carriage and leave, then called over the café staff, asking, “Could you find a few maids to help me ?”

  The staff politely responded, “Of course, sir. When would you like them?”

  Charlot smiled slightly and replied, “Now.”

  He was eager to sever ties with his past life and didn’t want to dey moving in any lohan necessary.

  The café staff hurriedly went off and soht back five strong, middle-aged maids. These women had a down-to-earth, hardw aura that made them very approachable.

  Charlot quickly gave them some instrus ahe maids in a grand procession to house number 58.

  The maids were very skilled workers, quickly dividing tasks and starting to .

  Charlot took a quick tour of the first floor, his curiosity piqued, and then climbed the stairs to the sed floor.

  By this time, it was getting te, and the room had grown quite dim.

  He casually wandered around the sed floor for a bit, getting a general idea of the yout.

  The sed floor had fifteen rooms, the rgest being over 70 square meters, and the smallest was still over 20 square meters. Though it wasn’t bigger than the Savings Union apartments he had lived in before, it felt much more spacious.

  After taking a look around the sed floor, Charlot went up to the third floor.

  The maids ing this floor saw him and hurriedly bowed. Charlot waved his hand dismissively, signaling that he didn’t mind.

  There were fewer rooms on this floor, only five, and each was nearly 100 square meters. These were luxurious suites, each with a terrace. One side faced the Ailisia Street, and because the shops in front were only oory tall, the view was unobstructed, and he could almost see the ereet.

  The other side, however, gave Charlot an even bigger surprise. Standing oerrace fag the other side of the house, he realized that the building’s other side faced the Lukavaro River, with Lukavaro Distri the opposite bank. That area was already part of the outer city.

  The capital of the Empire, Strasb, was divided into: the Upper Seven Districts and the Outer Fifteen Districts.

  The Upper Seven Districts were: Val-de-Vas, Alexander District, Galon District, Rose District, Mavinsado District, Alcatras District, and Picardy District.

  As for the names of the Outer Fifteen Districts, Charlot could barely remember them.