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Charles felt sweat bead on his forehead upon seeing Emperor Alfred Guillaume's personal letter; he had almost forgotten about this matter. Although he had never actually agreed to write a book titled "Red Dragon Emperor," did that really matter?
What mattered was that it was a request from Inglima's Emperor, Alfred Guillaume. He had to agree whether he wanted to or not!
But the current problem was that Charles didn't know what kind of novel would meet Alfred Guillaume's expectations. A novel of low quality was certainly unacceptable, and even if the quality was not bad, an unreliable plot wouldn't do either!
This was a difficult task indeed!
Charles couldn't help but mutter, "Why can't those damned web novel authors create a batch of Western fantasy classics for transmigrators to reference?"
"I truly wish I could go back to Earth, kidnap a few popular web novel authors, and use whips and candles to make them rush their drafts..."
