The First Magic World War-Chapter 274 - : 267, A New Journey

Chapter 274: 267, A New Journey

“I have already gained the allegiance of Zimmerman’s former followers, and I have nearly a hundred warships, but without a Magic Warship, we can never become a powerful fleet. I have drafted a plan to attack St. Michael Island and seize two Magic Warships from the Golden Goat fleet. If you are willing to join, you can come to Cappadocia.”

After reading this letter, Charles was disturbed for a long time. He had not expected that his senior, who had taken to the seas, had already mustered such a considerable force.

If Menilman really took over St. Michael Island, his senior would transform overnight into a force that could not be ignored by the Seven Seas.

The Golden Goat pirate fleet on St. Michael Island has a Magical Alchemy Warship, an Ancient Magic Warship, and is overseen by someone of the Sacred Order. Its strength is formidable. Precisely because it is so strong, once it is absorbed, Menilman would soar to new heights, no longer just The Empire’s First Rose, but a bona fide Empire noble, certainly no less distinguished than Count Sumei of Inglima and Count Sumei of Fars.

To join or not to join?

That is a question.

For the moment, Charles did not want to make a decision.

However, he also knew that since Princess May had appeared, Chloe would no longer trouble him, and a tacit war would truly break out between the Southern Seraph Territory and the Black Phoenix Dynasty.

After all, the Southern Seraph Territory is a place both tasteless to the appetite of Fars and regrettable to discard for the Black Phoenix Dynasty. Cyrus had already taken the South Ceraph Reclamation Army to Ferlanden due to the various wars, it had become an area with no taxing value and was not a strategic location. The Black Phoenix Dynasty had no compelling reason to conquer it.

Since there is temporarily no war between the South Seraph Region and the Behemoth Duchy, taking a trip to Cappadocia City seems like a viable option.

What Charles actually cared about was not St. Michael Island but Cappadocia City.

He was only two times away from completing the fifteen required instances of Maze-ification, and currently, Cappadocia City had enough warships—simply perfect.

Although once one controls more than fifteen Labyrinths, they will obtain a passage to the true Agmilas Labyrinth!

But if he does not complete this, Agmilas will arrive soon.

Charles was running out of time.

But this matter required careful consideration. Charles put away Menilman’s letter and started a three-day vacation.

Three days later, he went directly from Silver Pigeon Fort to Interlaken City, and then from there, he returned to Sedona City.

The original premier city and capital of South Serif were Arcadia Port, but the front lines with the Black Phoenix Dynasty were at Sedona City, which is why Charles’s Westwind Knights were stationed in Sedona.

This place was essentially the temporary capital of South Serif. Charles had managed it quite well.

Upon his return to Sedona City, he resumed his days of oral rote learning, but this routine was soon to come to an end.

Princess May received a document from the Inglima Empire, instructing her to return to the country as soon as possible. Before she left, she had Charles recite the entire “Legend of the Lionheart King” and also instructed him to have the continuation of two other books sent to Inglima at any time. Then, she left with Aurora.

Before Aurora left, she only asked Charles to write to her if there was nothing else, without saying much else.

Once Princess May left, Charles gave his fast-writing clerk team a holiday, which was met with their unanimous support and lasting cheers.

Charles was having a rather tough time these days.

The days of these diligent scribes were passing by in a manner not even fit for a dog.

Charles instructed these scribes to send back the manuscripts they had produced over this period to Stellarburg in batches, not all at once, as he had finally made up his mind to make a trip to Cappadocia City.

Perhaps “obtaining a passage to the true Agmilas Labyrinth” might not be a death sentence, maybe he could avoid opening it?

But waiting for Agmilas to come was indeed certain death.

Furthermore, with Menilman organizing a fleet of nearly a hundred warships, there were definitely lots of experienced sailors among them, and surely some had been to the New Continent. He couldn’t go to the New Continent just yet, but finding someone familiar with it and asking them was also a strategy.

After arranging the various affairs of the South Seraph Region and the Behemoth Duchy, Charles stationed a few capable subordinates in several cities. Then, directly from Interlaken City, he used the portal and appeared in Cappadocia.

Although there were portals between labyrinths, Charles rarely used them, and this was his first return to Cappadocia since leaving Inglima.

When he appeared in the city, passersby occasionally turned their heads. On sighting him, they suddenly burst into exclamations, and with elated frenzy spreading across their faces, they ran wildly, shouting, “Mister Mecklen is back!”

“Mister Mecklen is back…”

Soon, Charles was surrounded by people, each one eager to reach out and touch him, many with tears streaming down their faces, clearly filled with deep affection and nostalgia for him.

Raising his hands high, Charles said, “It’s me, I’m back. Can anyone tell me where Cruz and Simon are?”

Immediately, someone gave him directions, “Master Cruz and Master Simon are both at the City Lord’s Mansion, along with Miss Sumei.”

As Charles made his way there, he was thronged by countless residents of Cappadocia, in a grand procession like a street parade.

Charles didn’t feel like he had done anything remarkable to deserve the adoration of Cappadocia City’s inhabitants, but whenever he mentioned this, the response was always an even more fervent cheer.

Eventually, Charles chose to say no more.

As he walked along, he noticed that Cappadocia City had undergone new changes since he had left; the population of the small city had at least tripled, the streets were bustling with activity, and many new houses had sprung up around the city.

Arriving at the City Lord’s Mansion, he made more discoveries. Numerous unfamiliar faces were coming in and out of the mansion. When people cheered, these strangers first looked puzzled, but they quickly showed a dawning realization and looked at Charles with warmth in their eyes.

Before Charles could send word of his arrival, Menilman emerged to greet him with more than a dozen subordinates, among whom were Cruz and Simon. They both held Menilman in high regard, their eyes beaming with respect. Upon seeing Charles, their enthusiasm was palpable, and they came forward, respectfully bowing.

Menilman’s face showed a hint of fatigue, which seemed to ease a bit upon seeing Charles.

When Charles entered the City Lord’s Mansion, Menilman dismissed the other subordinates, leaving only Charles with him, and said, “I have already devised many plans and have had several encounters with the Golden Goat fleet of St. Michael Island, with victories on both sides.”

“Now the only way is to work from the inside out, but I don’t have any inside help on St. Michael Island. We need someone to infiltrate.”

Charles asked, “Doesn’t anyone on St. Michael Island recognize me?”

Menilman smiled slightly and replied, “No, there are quite a few who know you.”

“You have no idea how famous you are.”

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