章節 212: 209, The whole room was filled with Charles's hoarse and strained voice.

Great Eldest Princess May Guillaume raised her voice slightly and said, "Have you also read some classic novels? Then please describe which authors' books you have read?"

She casually mentioned a few authors, leaving Charles at a loss for words. Of course, he knew nothing; what kind of interest could a ghost have in the novels of this era?

Great Eldest Princess May Guillaume sneered and said, "I knew you were just bluffing. You know nothing about literature and haven't read any classics. Today, I will teach you, a deceitful little minister, a lesson on behalf of all the literati."

Charles was truly losing his mind. His thoughts were racing chaotically as he tried his utmost to invoke Insight to "see" the book inside Princess May's room.

It was a knight novel, a genre that had long fallen out of favor on Earth, with only Don Quixote—a satire on knight novels—being celebrated as a great classic of world literature.