The carriage was not moving fast. Charlotte dozed lightly for a while before hearing the coachman’s cautious reminder: “Sir, we’ve arrived at Kilmainham Prison.”

Charlotte got off the carriage, smiled as he bid farewell to the coachman, and hurried toward Kilmainham Prison. He handed the guard at the prison gate a letter of introduction and said with a smile, “This is an identification issued by the Central Government Office. I am an official staff member, Charlotte Baker, here to assist with some work.”

The prison guard carefully examined the letter, returned it to Charlotte, and said respectfully, “Mr. Mecklen, please go straight to the first office building and ask the receptionist, Mrs. Parker. She will take you to see Miss Newman.”

Charlotte’s smile became a bit stiff as he asked, “I’m to assist Miss Newman? Which lady is that?”

The prison guard showed a proud smile and replied, “That’s right, the Empire’s number one rose, Miss Newman.”

Charlotte dared not ask further and hurried into Kilmainham Prison. He easily found the first office building and, under the guidance of the receptionist Mrs. Parker, entered a private office, where he met the legendary number one rose of the Empire.

Newman was a legend of the Empire.

She was stunningly beautiful, but her status as the Empire’s most outstanding female representative had nothing to do with her looks. This lady was one of the rare high-level transcendents in the entire Empire, her mastery of battle aura reaching the highest level.

She wore an Imperial military uniform, like a blooming rose. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with anger, and the battle aura around her was so intense it was almost tangible, nearly igniting the air.

Several clerks in the room looked terrified. Dozens of files were scattered across the floor, making the office appear somewhat messy.

Charlotte didn’t dare sneak a glance at the beauty of the Empire’s number one rose. He simply nodded slightly to his colleagues in the room, hurriedly picked up the files on the floor, and began working.

Having experienced the onslaught of internet beauties in his previous life, Miss Newman’s flawless looks were not enough to shake a Central Government Office clerk who had lived two lives.

On his way here, Charlotte had taken a moment to read the letter. Besides serving as identification, it briefly described his job: to assist the warden’s office at Kilmainham Prison in organizing case files.

As everyone knows, the best way to ease office awkwardness is to pretend to be busy—or actually be busy.

Although Charlotte had majored in mathematics education at university and knew little about statistics, archival science, or library science, he was still able to show his strengths in this ancient country. He busied himself and soon had all the files on the floor and desk sorted.

Since Charlotte entered, Newman had been suppressing her anger, coldly watching this calm clerk.

When Charlotte finished organizing the files, she finally asked, “I want to know what happened on March 18th.”

Charlotte replied calmly, “There are a total of twenty-eight files related to March 18th, spanning four years. Does Miss Newman need all the information, or just from a specific year?”

“The thirty-first year of the Lady of the Black Moon era.”

“Twenty-one files in total.”

“Find them all.”

Charlotte’s expression remained composed, but inwardly he was barely holding it together. While organizing, he had seen things he shouldn’t have.

When he found the twenty-one files, Newman snatched them up, and bright flames burst from her hands.

With a surge of battle aura, all the files were instantly reduced to ashes. She dusted off her hands and said, “Now find me the files on the Night Window Incident.”

Without a word, Charlotte followed her instructions and easily found seven files.

Newman glanced at the other clerks in the room and said, “You can all get out.”

The clerks, as if granted amnesty, gave Charlotte a grateful look and filed out of the room.

Newman said, “Sort through all the files in this room. I need everything related to Axel Robinson Zimmerman.”

Charlotte glanced at the several huge filing cabinets in the office and replied calmly, “Alright.”

At the same time, he couldn’t help but complain inwardly, “There really aren’t many files in this era.” After all, as a high school math teacher, the test papers he accumulated in a single semester outnumbered all the files in this room.

Newman kept issuing orders.

Charlotte completed each one perfectly. Soon, all the files in the room had been reorganized, and he had also learned a lot of things he probably shouldn’t have—such as...

Forget it, better not have these thoughts in front of Miss Newman.

Too... indecent.

Newman destroyed dozens of files, glanced outside at the sunset, and asked, “Which agency sent you?”

Charlotte replied with calm dignity, “The Central Government Office.”

“What’s your name?”

“Charlotte Baker.”

“Which university did you graduate from?”

Charlotte raised his head, his tone calm but with undisguised pride, and answered, “Sheffield University!”