The First Magic World War-Chapter 307 - : 299, Charles Mecklen, you’ve been broken.
Chapter 307: 299, Charles Mecklen, you’ve been broken.
Menilman was overwhelmed with emotions when she was sent to the navy, knowing it would be tough and that due to Zimmerman, she had become the target of many nobles who had lost their sons. She was prepared for it.
But Menilman had never thought that her dire situation would suddenly clear up because of a little help she had once given to a junior in school!
When Charles originally told her about his upcoming promotion, Menilman knew he was lying, but she still opened a door for him, not expecting much in return from this gesture of goodwill towards The Empire’s First Rose.
At most, just a young person who admired her.
Menilman was never short of admirers.
But she had never expected to see someone who was not inferior to Zimmerman, outstanding enough that even by the strictest standards, there was nothing to criticize.
When Charles said, “Sister Menilman, please allow me to give you a little surprise!” she was momentarily dazed, thinking she had seen that person again, the one she never wanted to see again.
In Charles’s eyes, there was none of Zimmerman’s defiant unruliness, but they were equally filled with wisdom and confidence, and sometimes even a sense of superiority and indifference.
These were the traits of a transmigrator!
Every transmigrator has a psychological advantage over the natives, even if the latter are heroes, even if they are renowned across the continent, even if they are kings, even if they are the Evil God…
Menilman could not comprehend this indifference that transcended the “mundane world.”
A Magical Alchemy Warship was offered just like that.
Moreover, Menilman could tell that Charles was not doing this intentionally nor out of a desire to show off his elegance, but truly because he did not care much about a Magical Alchemy Warship!
Zimmerman in those days probably couldn’t have managed that either.
Menilman took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions with reason, and said, “I really need it, thank you, my junior.”
Charles slightly smiled, just about to hand over the magical code, when he heard Menilman say lightly, “However, are you sure you should name it the Empire Rose?”
“And not the Queen Anne?”
Charles was suddenly embarrassed!
He said with some awkwardness, “Sister, you’re joking.”
Charles had indeed considered giving Anne a “big gift,” but it was clear that she wasn’t suited to receive such a gift at the moment.
Charles could guess using his toes that the Magical Alchemy Warship he intended to give would be intercepted by Earl Brittany, especially since he now urgently needed Menilman’s full support, while Earl Brittany would surely prioritize family interests.
Transmigrators calculated benefits, often placing them above emotions.
Because they tread on thin ice, they cannot afford to be driven by emotions.
Menilman slightly smiled and said, “I’m actually akin to Cousin Taoles, I also enjoy a good story now and again.”
“Junior Charles Mecklen, you’ve dropped your guard!”
Charles’s cheeks turned slightly red, he was actually a bit embarrassed.
Golden Ram Herolf watched from afar as the “Empire Rose” sailed among his fleet, and his heart was bleeding. It had not been easy for him to acquire this Magical Alchemy Warship. Although it wasn’t as powerful as the Queen Bee, it was still his most treasured possession, without a doubt.
He had believed his power as stable as Mt. Tai, owning an impregnable island city, two massive magical ships, and tens of thousands of subordinates, subtly reigning over the Sea of Giant Whales. Even the Inglima Empire dared not to underestimate him, as many in the Imperial Navy had dealings with him.
But Golden Ram Herolf had never imagined that his power would collapse in an instant.
First, the Queen Bee was stolen. He deeply regretted his negligence in leaving it at Saint Michael Island while sending his subordinates to Notruden Island for trade. It had been a routine exchange, performed countless times before—how could he have anticipated a mishap?
Then, he was lured by Menilman, who captured his main fleet of ships. Although it pained him, he thought that once he returned to Saint Michael Island, he could easily assemble another fleet. Little did he expect that the island city would be completely drained of resources by others?
Golden Ram Herolf had encountered members of the Fanga Clan before, but not even the genuine Fanga Clan would be so ruthless!
And his side sword, Dao Hai…
Now, even his last Magical Alchemy Warship was stolen.
When Golden Ram Herolf saw Menilman rise into the air, enveloped in the glow of a magic array, he truly felt that the warship had changed hands, and suddenly tears began to flow.
Such pain and sorrow!
This once-dominant pirate of the Sea of Giant Whales had never imagined himself being in such dire straits.
He clenched his fists tightly and murmured in a low voice, “I still have Saint Michael Island!”
“As long as Saint Michael Island remains in my hands, no one in this world can defeat me. Just give me a few years, and I will recover my strength and rebuild the Golden Goat Pirate Group.”
“Menilman, Charles, you pair of treacherous lovers, wait for me.”
“I will surely seek my revenge.”
Golden Ram Herolf returned to the first layer of Saint Michael City, somber and drinking heavily. The next day, he felt slightly off, but he didn’t dwell on it, feeling depressed, he drank again.
On about the seventh or eighth day, he suddenly shouted, “Why is there no more alcohol?” No one answered for a long time.
Golden Ram Herolf left where he lived, only to find that the entire first layer of Saint Michael City was empty, without a single person left.
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He was startled, sobered up, and rose into the air to circle the island, indeed finding not a single person left. It dawned on him that, over these last few days, all his subordinates had fled.
Without ships on Saint Michael Island, even a Transcendent couldn’t cross the vast sea.
But now, not far away, there was a fleet, and most pirates are adept swimmers, or could find something to float on to cover the distance and surrender to the enemies outside.
Menilman hesitated about these surrendering pirates. Although they were elite and included dozens of Transcendents—a significant force if integrated—these pirates were unruly and could potentially rebel at any moment, causing issues for her fleet.
After all, balancing old subordinates and new ones has always been a challenging task.
Sensing Menilman’s hesitation, Sabastine suggested that Charles handle these people since he efficiently and effectively organized newcomers the last time, clearly showing his talent in this area.
These past few days, Charles had been living comfortably, dedicated to his training and studying “Agmillar’s Labyrinth,” hoping to advance further. Unexpectedly, a big task suddenly fell from the sky.
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