"Your Majesty is going to rest. Lord Earl has provided you with a separate room. Lunch will be delivered to your room. You have three hours to write a press release related to everything that happened in the morning, but the manuscript needs to be handed over to me, or the Aepeda City Press Speaker before it can be published..."

The housekeeper with a wig serves this group of journalists humbly but proudly. He is humble because of his work qualities, and arrogant because of his huge social status between the two sides, which is very complex and contradictory, but can be integrated very well.

Because Her Majesty the Queen is tired, she needs a long rest. This group of reporters will also have a chance to rest for a long time, and can also write some manuscripts or something.

Although Charles felt that the huge airship moving in the air did not need to be completed by manpower - for example, stepping on foot pedals to provide some wind power as power, and the Queen does not need to step on foot pedals himself, big people like the Emperor will definitely be tired frequently.

After a morning of contact, he thought that the group of people behind him, the Iron Brotherhood people, was really stupid. Even if he didn't change his mind and wanted to assassinate the Queen, it would be difficult to complete.

Not to mention the guy who was wearing a corrupt dress and was in a row with the queen, no one deliberately approached Her Majesty the Queen at close range during the whole process, which made the assassination a joke.

Not to mention that he is just a college student...

Shire suddenly felt that maybe he was not an assassin, but just a "bait", an important part of a political event. Perhaps, the real assassin has others, and his role is to make the whole thing look more complicated.

OK, okay, no matter what he was before, but now he will be himself, he will be responsible for himself, and by the way he will have his sister.

Under the guidance of the servant, he entered a room on the second floor, about forty square meters, which looked like a study room. There was a huge table, very exquisite, with golden edges, and many exquisite patterns on the facade.

There is also a bookcase in the room, with some books on the facade, a set of sofas, a low table, and some potted plants.

Shire looked at it, touched the exquisite furniture, and then sat next to the table and began to write what he saw and heard today.

These things were not a problem for Charles. He easily completed a few manuscripts. While there was still too much time, he lay on the sofa and rested for a while.

In the afternoon, he was taken to the garden on the right side of the house by the servant. The ladies and ladies of Aepeda had been waiting here for a long time. Her Majesty the Queen arrived here at 3:15 to greet everyone and communicate with everyone.

Charles and the others stood twenty meters away from these women to shoot, and they were only allowed to ten minutes.

Because it involves the families of the upper-class rulers of Aepeda, men should not stay here for too long, and there may be some privacy issues involved.

Back in the study, before five o'clock, Shire finished writing all five manuscripts. He found the butler and handed over his manuscript to the butler.

The butler took out a pair of glasses without glasses from his pocket, raised the tip of his eyebrows slightly, and appropriately let the small gold-rimmed glasses get stuck between his eyes and his nose.

He was reviewing Charles' manuscripts. He had a high degree and knowledge. The noble housekeeper was a very important family member and not everyone could take care of them casually. They needed to deal with various problems for their masters, including work and appreciation of words.

About a quarter of an hour later, he took off his small glasses and put them back into his lambskin glasses bag. "It is very well written, and the words are given to you, and they are leaping on the paper!" The housekeeper gave Charle a high evaluation. He looked at the manuscript in his hand again, and finally took out a pen, signed his name in the blank space in the middle of each manuscript, and stamped it with a private seal.

"A very outstanding young man, can you tell me that you have been to college?" The housekeeper asked curiously while returning the manuscript to Charles.

Shire was the first reporter to submit a press release for review. He thought that several mainstream newspapers in Zhongcheng District should come first, but he didn't expect it to be a third-rate tabloid like Steam Daily, which is also the most curious thing about him.

How could a newspaper office that relies on showing off a girl who can't afford to wear clothes have such a young man who is about to turn words into art? Shouldn't such a talent work in the middle city?

While packing the manuscripts, Charles replied respectfully, "Sir, I went to university and studied in literature at the City University of Aepeda."

The housekeeper immediately showed such an expression. He liked this young man very much, neither arrogant nor impatient, and had a rare calmness on his body.

"Do you have a business card?"

A young man with excellent writing skills can play a good role when necessary, for example, when he needs some press releases or text materials that are not obvious but have accurate guidance, his role is reflected.

Shire was a little surprised. He didn't expect there would be additional income here, but it was obvious that he did not have a business card, and the young reporters in the lower city did not need a business card.

Perhaps seeing Shire's predicament, the housekeeper smiled, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't...", he pointed to his head, "I can remember you!"

But there is a saying that is very good. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. More importantly, opportunities appear. If you don’t seize them, you will not have them again in the future!

This moment is an opportunity for Charles. He will not hope that the other party can think of him when he needs it, because people will often look through some business card holders or namebooks and find the names that impress themselves the most, rather than relying on memories.

He immediately took out a blank piece of manuscript paper, tore off a small piece, wrote his name and address, and handed it over to the butler.

The housekeeper looked at this special business card and couldn't help laughing out loud, "You're very interesting, go, go to work..."

After saying goodbye, Charles left the room, and the butler looked at the "business card" that was obviously larger than all the business cards and had rough edges, and couldn't help laughing again. This was a very slippery boy, smart and capable enough.

He put Shire's "business card" together with some other business cards. No matter where he put it, anyone who picks up this stack of business cards will be the first to see Shire's one, whether it is at the end or in the middle!

Shir took these manuscripts and found the servant, explained the situation, and finally obtained permission to use the phone.

At the same time, the phone next to Hailey suddenly rang. She glanced at it as if she didn't hear it. She waited until it rang the fourth sound before she could pick it up.

The moment she answered the phone, the expression on her face became vivid, "Is it good news?"

"The dinner is held at 7:30, and at 6:40, all people will start entering the venue. You can come a little later. If it is too early, you will be discovered and kicked out."

"I don't want to hear these..." Hailey's tone was a little anxious, "How can I get in? I don't have an invitation letter and no male companion around me, how can I get in?"

Charles touched Mr. Seffothy's business card in his pocket and whispered, "Send someone at seven o'clock, I will give him the things, don't show up."

Haley didn't say anything. After a while, she said, "Do you think I can get in?"

"Of course, this is our agreement..."

When she heard this, her emotions fluctuated slightly, and she seemed to have struggled a little, but soon, her fear of the future, her pity and disgust for her mother, finally made her feel cruel.

"I'm yours tonight...", her expression was a little hideous, "Isn't this what you always wanted?"
Chapter completed!