The First Magic World War

If the old Charles would have probably told the truth, the current Charles wouldn't be so candid. He smiled faintly and said, "Perhaps Sister Menilman will go to the navy."

Mrs. Pascal smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps!"

It appeared that she had achieved some goal and soon took her leave.

Charles stayed in the office for a while, dealt with some official business, then calmly left early to go home.

He didn't have an appointment with Anne today because Miss Brittany was facing final exams. Despite her gifted talents, she still couldn't ignore the university's regulations, and she wouldn't be able to come out for the next few days.

Charles took the public carriage to Elysian Pastoral Avenue, had a meal first, then returned to number 58.

Ever since his spirituality had been enhanced, his training pace had increased another notch. Recently, Bloody Glory was about to breakthrough, so as soon as he got home, he started intense training.

A few hours later, an unexpected change occurred in the Bloody Vortex at his heart; countless minute pale golden Runes were born, forming a marvelous structure resembling a tiny golden heart.

A brand-new Special Ability was silently born.

——Blood Flame Qi!

Blood Flame Qi! It is the foundation of the Adonis Clan Blood Clan's Secret Technique.

It is also one of the thirteen Unique Skills of the Human Race's Great Philosopher, Protagora's created Bloody Glory.

A blood-colored flame Qi emerged from Charles's body, and the Vampiric Hand Axe in his hand also emitted a blood-colored flame Qi. The two streams of blood-colored flame Qi resonated from a distance, and upon returning home, the Vampiric Hand Axe, which had been hanging on the wall as if yearning for its nest, automatically flew up and into the hands of its master.

Charles was overjoyed and opened his eyes wide; the Vampiric Hand Axe circled around his hands, as if thrown by an invisible giant hand, fast as lightning.

The moment the hand axe was about to slash into the wall, the Blood Flame Qi erupted, pinning it firmly in the air; the blade vibrated with a slight tremor.

With a gesture from Charles, it flew back into his hands.

This was the basic function of the foundational Secret Technique of Blood Flame Qi, one of the thirteen Unique Skills of Bloody Glory from Adonis Clan's Blood Clan!

Blood Flame Qi could scorch an enemy's life, channel vitality back to its master, enhance the lethality of a weapon, and create an exquisite connection between the weapon and its master, allowing for it to be summoned back by thought at any time.

In Charles's mind, what he was absolutely not thinking about at that moment was summoning the weapon back, but rather a Combat Technique that the Great Philosopher of the Human Race, Protagora, limited by his knowledge system, had never thought of, nor developed before.

——Void Manipulation!

The thought of himself controlling the flying axe from a hundred paces away to kill his enemies made Charles's heart flutter uncontrollably.

His predecessor was mediocre in swordsmanship and did not specialize in close combat.

Charles inherited his predecessor's shortcomings; he himself also disliked hand-to-hand combat.

If he could use Blood Flame Qi to control the Vampiric Hand Axe and engage enemies from a distance, Charles suddenly felt more capable.

The Fars Empire's bureaucratic system afforded special treatment to Transcendents. With their supernatural abilities, Transcendents found it easier to make achievements and gain promotions through merit.

Even better than the treatment within Fars Empire's bureaucratic system was joining the Orthodox Divine Sect, where having a religious office could garner all sorts of privileges.

Unfortunately, joining the Orthodox Divine Sect meant no longer being able to dabble in secular power. Life had to be bound by doctrine, such as the inclinations to never marry or own secular wealth, which were extremely inconvenient.

Charles, having transmigrated, had no intention of becoming a western monk.

Having formed a bond with the Vampiric Hand Axe, Charles grew rather fond of this weapon. He placed the hand axe back on the desk and sat down on the couch again.

After practicing Bloody Glory for a while, until around four or five in the afternoon, Charles ate two croissants and prepared to go out for a walk.

He had initially planned not to go out and just stay home for the day.

But since Bloody Glory had condensed a second type of Special Ability, which was also the foundation of the secret technique of the Adonis Clan of the Blood Clan, the most powerful among the thirteen Unique Skills of Bloody Glory stirred his emotions, making him restless. Going out for a walk would be good for his health and spirit.

Charles locked the door and turned from the alley into Elysian Pastoral Avenue.

This thriving commercial street, two thousand six hundred pimis long, was still bustling with people and vehicles at this time.

At four or five in the afternoon, the shops on Elysian Pastoral Avenue still had two to three hours before closing. The Fars Empire didn't have a street lighting system, so even the most commercial streets could only operate until dusk.

Charles strolled for half an hour, walked into four or five shops, didn't fancy anything, and was about to continue wandering for a while before returning, when he heard someone calling his name.

He looked up to see a slightly outdated, yet dignified and simple carriage rushing toward him. A beautiful young girl, still with a touch of childishness on her face, was leaning out of the window waving at him. It was Miss Silvie Martin, his former fiancée.

She was glowing with happiness, smiling like a flower, seemingly having met with some joyous occasion.

In the past few days, Silvie Martin had been out early and returning late. Charles never inquired about her whereabouts, but now, seeing his former fiancée look so happy, he couldn't help but ask, "Miss Silvie, what's making you so happy?"

The carriage stopped beside Charles, and another lady stepped down from the carriage alongside Silvie.

This lady was tall and slender, with graceful steps and a very agile figure, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her golden hair was coiled behind her head, and she was dressed in a lady's hunting outfit, holding a delicate little cane in her hand.

She had a pair of lake blue eyes, with a three-dimensional and exquisite face, a beauty not at all inferior to Miss Annie Brittany.

Of course, she couldn't compare to Menierman Sumei, whose nickname was The Empire's First Rose. In the Fars Empire, no gentleman would dare to compare any other woman with her, as it would be considered a profanity that might provoke a duel in the middle of the street.

Silvie introduced them to each other, saying, "This is my cousin, Sherlock Mecklen."

"And this kind Miss Vini Yarsaenu, who helped me find my lost luggage."

The lady placed a hand over her chest and performed a standard Empire salute, speaking with a soothing voice and an air of dignity, "Vinnie Yarsaenu, president of the Cat Detective Agency! I've heard Mister Mecklen works at Kilmainham Prison, I wonder if you would be willing to assist with cases involving your expertise in the future?"

Charles smiled faintly and replied, "Everything is not a problem, Miss Vinnie, please feel free to ask whenever you need assistance."

Silvie cheerfully said, "It just so happens that Miss Vinnie's detective agency needs employees. They went to the municipal government to transfer my file, and now my work relationship has been moved to the Cat Detective Agency. I'm now a trainee detective!"

Charles was slightly surprised, and although he had already broken off the engagement with the former Miss Fiancée, he couldn't help but advise, "Have you thought this through? The treatment of private employees is not comparable to that of government civil servants."

The state-run schools primarily trained talent for various levels of government, but also allowed graduates to seek employment on their own. However, the treatment for private employees was worse, and very few were willing to give up the opportunity to work in government.

Silvie Martin said, "I've inquired about it, and I was probably going to be sent to the countryside to become a third-grade registrar, and it's very likely there would be no promotion for several years."