The First Magic World War

Charles had no interest in getting involved any further in this matter.

Moreover, his relationship with Lady Pascal was not particularly deep, merely that of regular colleagues. Sending a Fu Er as a gift and having his private coachman make a trip had already been quite proper. If he were to personally make the visit, it would imply a close "family-like" relationship, which would actually be an overstepping in terms of etiquette.

Madam Nancy agreed and took the Fu Er from Charles's hand.

Charles also gave her an extra two Sheng Ding as a running errand fee.

Charles glanced at the weather outside. The sky was overcast and it continued to drizzle. He decisively decided to "skive off" again. As the commander of the Patrolling Army of the Lucavaro District, nobody would check his "attendance".

Having put aside this matter, Charles ate his breakfast while looking over the duel letter sent by Vini Yarseno. He was too addicted to studying Fairy Cat Magic yesterday and hadn't looked over this "first duel letter of his life".

The duel letter followed a standard format, with legal effect, similar to a house contract. There were three copies: one for each of the parties involved in the duel, with the third copy to be kept at "the local Patrolling Army office".

The duel was scheduled for three days later!

The witnesses to the duel were Vini Yarseno and Aubrey Barrington Atwood!

The parties of the duel were Charles Mecklen and Harriet Alva.

According to the rules of the duel, the time was decided by Harriet Alva, who proposed the duel, while the location was to be determined by Charles Mecklen, who accepted the duel.

Addison's full name was Addison Alva.

The Alva family was considered middle class. Both children were sent to schools, and Harriet even made it to the National Academy and smoothly joined the military. At the time of enlistment, he was a forty-fourth class second-grade officer, and now at thirty-two years old, due to his bravery in combat, his promotion had not been slow. He was now a forty-first class fifth-grade officer, holding a position equivalent to a civilian fifth-grade coordinator and also equal to a first-class sergeant and a first-class clerk.

If it weren't for a certain incident, Charles would probably still be a forty-first class clerk by now.

Harriet had over a decade more cultivation than Charles and also served on the front lines, rich in combat experience. Given the choice, Charles would definitely not want to duel with such a hardened military man.

After finishing breakfast, Charles signed the three copies of the duel letter, setting the location at Machu Picchu Fortress, and kept two copies for himself. Since he was already the commander of the Patrolling Army, he asked Madam Nancy to send the remaining copy to the Liemar Detective Agency.

After breakfast, the sky still hadn't cleared, and it was uncertain how much longer the rain would last.

Charles got up and returned to his room on the third floor to continue delving into his research and quietly developing his skills in Bloody Glory.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Since he maze-ified Machu Picchu, Charles's mastery of Agmillar's Labyrinth had advanced day by day. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a suitable second ruined city yet; as for a populated city like Strasbourg, it was out of the question to maze-ify it unless he was the master of the city.

Fortunately, there were still more than eight months before the arrival of the Labyrinth Evil God from the Agres Sea, not an urgent timeline.

Charles's current main focus was on studying the Vampire Secret Scrolls. He had already completed the first page, mastering the Blood Flame Qi, and the second page as well, mastering the Bloodflame Transformation Art. He also had significant insights into the Flame Hand recorded on the third page.

Having mastered the Runes of the Quickness Technique, Charles, although he had opened his fifth Bloody Vortex, was not so desperate for the Spirit Spider Technique. Weighing the cost-benefit ratio, he chose to focus his efforts on breaking through the Flame Hand.

Before he knew it, a day had passed!

As the room began to dim, Charles got up and lit the kerosene lamp, feeling a bit hungry. He glanced at the weather; the skies had already cleared. He went downstairs and said to Madam Nancy, who was coming up from the basement, "I'm going out to eat, no need to fuss over me." Discover hidden stories at empire

Madam Nancy bowed slightly, watching him leave Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58.

At this time, Elysian Pastoral Avenue was still bustling. Although some shops had closed, others had ignited their kerosene street lamps. The richest shops even lit their magic lamps, the light passing through the exorbitantly expensive crystal glass, showcasing their luxurious goods to every passerby.

Charles selected a restaurant he had never tried before, ordered a set meal, and was eating in a refined manner with knife and fork in hand when a man with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, brunette hair, and gray pupils pulled out a chair and sat opposite him.

What drew the most attention was the man's ears, which were not on the sides of his head but slightly towards the top, with fine fuzz and larger than those of a normal human—a typical beastman appearance, with quite pure bloodlines.

This behavior was very impolite, but Charles did not act out. Instead, he immediately picked up his alchemy wand and drew his Magnum Hand Shuttle.

The man with brunette hair and gray pupils smiled slightly, seeming to mock Charles's armed and tense attitude as he made a gesture for "quiet."

"Mister Charles, don't be so nervous upon seeing a beastman!"

Charles replied, "According to custom, you should call me Mister Mecklen. Indeed, I am very nervous. Are you from the Orc Assassin Alliance?"

Charles's Insight Ability was frantically warning him, which hadn't been able to issue a preemptive alert until the man with brunette hair and gray pupils sat down and forced it to activate.

Powerful strength, beastman bloodline, an abrupt appearance...

Charles was certain that this man with brunette hair and gray pupils was an assassin from the Orc Assassin Alliance.

As for why the other party didn't suddenly attack, it was probably because of some personal bizarre preference.

The profession of assassins often attracts the abnormal; many are a bit mentally peculiar with various quirks.

The man with brunette hair and gray pupils laughed and said, "Alright! Mister Mecklen, indeed I am from the Orc Assassin Alliance."

"A colleague of mine failed to complete a mission, and I am responsible for wrapping things up."

Charles took a deep breath, ready to strike with all his might, when he heard the man opposite him say, "I have a little quirk!"

"I like to kill the loved one of my target before killing them..."

Charles's heart leapt with joy as he exclaimed, "My dearest love is none other than Menilman Senior!"

An eerily quiet atmosphere ensued!

The man with brunette hair and gray pupils took a deep breath and then said, "Please, pick someone else as your love interest. For example..."

Charles hurriedly replied, "Duchess Mesunu!"

"I just like the older ones, with more to chew on!"

The man with brunette hair and gray pupils fell silent for a while before saying indifferently, "I am not necessarily averse to giving up my little quirk."

Charles put the alchemy wand sideways in his mouth, his body swayed, and he turned into a young Agile Cat. With a powerful leap, he rushed to the rooftop, then with a powerful step, a twist of his waist, he dodged three flying knives that were in pursuit, and, like lightning, dashed out of the restaurant.