Chapter 0013: The Great Literary Genius

Oldington's room was on the fourth floor of Butterfly Castle.

The first floor housed the parlor, storeroom, and living quarters for the servants. The second floor was for the dining room, grand hall, and guest rooms. The third floor was for the piano room and study, while the fourth and fifth floors were reserved for the master's rooms.

Of course, the castle was connected to the outer walls, which were part of the castle complex. Within the walls, there were residential and combat areas, and the towers such as the arrow towers and clock towers also had living spaces. These were home to the castle's patrol team, knight team, hunting team, and other attendants, as well as grooms, hunters, and other servants and laborers.

The room was illuminated by a magnificent magical chandelier, and the spacious bed could accommodate several people. The pale purple floor-length curtains obscured the night's darkness from the windowsill.

Beside the curtains, there stood a small knight's armor.

It was a gift from Oldington's grandfather on his sixth birthday, but unfortunately, the grandfather passed away the following year due to a recurrence of old injuries.

Behind the long sofa, a robust mandrake plant was growing, with drooping pink flowers that exuded a faint fragrance. This was a magical plant that could relax the spirit, and sniffing the scent of the mandrake plant at night could lead to a good dream.

In front of the mirror embedded in the cabinet, Oldington was admiring his new body.

At just sixteen years old, he was already 1.81 meters tall, and he still had the potential to grow taller. The inverted triangle silhouette, which seemed thin when wearing clothes, revealed the angular, streamlined muscles underneath when he was nude.

"Decent," he gave an evaluation that was neither satisfactory nor critical.

After putting on his pajamas, he came to the table, opened a book—the original owner didn't like reading, but the current Oldington had decided to carry a book with him from now on.

Not only did he like reading, but his golden finger was "the sea of books."

There is gold in books, there is a golden house in books, there is jade in books, and there is also a golden finger in books. How could one not love books?

"If I were not a noble, relying solely on my literary creation ability, I could still become a literary genius on the Lafa Continent," Oldington thought. The common people find it hard to even read, so they could never become literary geniuses. In this world, literary geniuses are mostly Junkers who cannot inherit titles and property. With a title of a literary genius, it's not too difficult to court some noble ladies who like to be associated with the arts, and live a more carefree life than nobles.

Oldington had thought about it, and although the worlds were different, he believed that by simply altering Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet," it would still be a hit.

He had seen so many novels, from web novels to world classics, and there were also many TV series and movies. Although the background of Earth and here is different, the literary tropes can be mutually learned.

"Unfortunately, in a world where strength is the ultimate, no matter how big the reputation of a literary genius, it can never match that of a noble," Oldington remembered that a few years ago, a well-known literary genius came to Little Versailles. Because he courted the wife of a certain baron, the baron hung him on the city gate and personally castrated him.

Similar literary figures, such as musicians, painters, and other artists, were quite popular and often became guests of nobles.

After all, civilization is not just the development of strength and material, but also the development of spiritual civilization.

Staring at the book for a minute without moving, the entrance picture of the sea of books appeared, with a strike mark on the first island, a skull on the second island, and a countdown for resurrection—142:54:12, with only six days left before he could enter the sea of books to explore again.

"This time, I want to go in with enough martial arts energy... A mere tiger dared to bite me to death!" Oldington held a grudge over the fact that he had been bitten to death by a tiger last time.

A proud cadet knight being bitten to death by beasts was truly a disgrace.

After all, tomorrow he would be following the windspeaker Marcuses into the forest to hunt magical beasts—-even without cultivating martial arts, with his current physical condition, he could capture tigers and leopards alive.

...Closing the book, Oldington went to sleep.

The next morning, after being served by the maid, he dressed, brushed his teeth, and went to the dining room. Carley the elder lady was sipping coffee and reading the newspaper that had been delivered that morning.

Although it was delivered that morning, it was yesterday's newspaper. The transportation in the countryside was not convenient, and newspapers were only issued in cities. The castle needed to send a servant to buy it from the city.

"Good morning, grandmother," Oldington said as he sat down at the dining table.

"Good morning, Oldington, did you sleep well last night?" Carley the elder lady asked.

"I slept well," Oldington said. "Mr. Carson, could you give me a newspaper? Do you have the 'Versailles Daily'?"

"Yes, master," Chief Butler Carson found yesterday's 'Versailles Daily' and asked, "What would you like for breakfast, master? We have newly delivered seven-gilled eels, and caviar from salmon. As for meat, we have fire rabbit, colorful tail chicken, and thunder tooth pork."

"Bring me all of them," Oldington said without bothering to choose, also wanting to savor the food of this world. The great things in life are eating and drinking, as well as doing some healthy physical exercises.

"As you wish."

The 'Versailles Daily' contained a variety of content, including policies and decrees issued by city officials, advertisements for merchants looking for sources, announcements of the promotion of certain magicians by the magical association, news of a musician's upcoming performance at the theater, and gossip about the squabbles among the nobility's offspring.

The largest portion was devoted to literary content, including poetry and prose, as well as serialized novels.

Oldington looked at the serialized novel on the newspaper, which was the mainstream knight novel in this world, a novel written with noble knights as the main characters.

"The Great Adventure of Dragon Knight Cavendish," he mused, "the title is quite catchy. However, why do I see the text describing the flirting between knights and a noblewoman? Zzz, the description is really bold."

In Oldington's opinion, this serialized novel was of poor quality.

Ignoring the lavish wording and the indecent erotic content, it was just a chronicle with no face-slapping climax that readers love: "It's about as bad as a start author Bai Yuhuan I read before. At least there's 404 content to attract people."

Although heed the serialized novel was bad, Oldington still read the passionate flirting between the knight and the noblewoman with great interest.

By the time he finished reading, the servant had already brought breakfast, including milk, bread, seven-gilled eels, caviar, and various roasted meats.

The calorie intake of a noble knight's meal is several times that of an ordinary person. Even breakfast requires a large intake of nutrition, which would eventually be converted into martial arts energy.

Eating too little would lead to withering martial arts energy.

At this moment, Chief Butler Carson walked over and said, "Old lady, master, Captain Marcuses has arrived at the castle."

"Please have him come in quickly," Oldington said.

Soon, Chief Butler Carson brought Marcuses to the dining room. He was a middle-aged man with a slender but tall build, a full beard, and loose hair, wearing slightly worn leather armor. Upon entering, he immediately bowed and saluted Carley the elder lady and Oldington, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Old lady, master."

"Captain Marcuses, please sit down," Oldington stood up to show respect, and then said to Key, "Mr. Carson, please have the kitchen prepare breakfast for Captain Marcuses immediately."