Chapter 244: 239, Strasbourg Rose
Over ten Sheffield University students seed to have opened the floodgates of gossip as they all began to recall the person nad Charlotte cklen.
Sophia Garanord even rembered this “senior.”
Indeed, Charlotte was not famous while at school, so when Sophia tried to rember the outstanding seniors, she couldn’t recall anyone with the surna cklen. However, once the topic of the man who chased away the West Wind Goddess from the University of Georgia was raised, not only the students of the University of Georgia but also those from Sheffield University respected him greatly.
After all, Charlotte was their senior, and many of the younger students felt a certain sense of pride in that.
This feeling was quite subtle and even gave this group of students a sudden sense of firm trust in Charlotte.
Sophia Garanord realized that Charlotte looked a little upset and quickly said, “So it’s Senior Charlotte, we are willing to follow your command on everything.”
Charlotte’s heart stirred and he asked, “I have so intelligence that I can’t get back to Strasbourg. If any of you has a way to sneak back into Strasbourg and bring this information back, I am willing to help with all my strength.”
“This ti the orcs have gathered more than a dozen Sixth Order shamans, they might use the Great Wind Technique to lift the sand and attempt to bury Strasbourg.”
After hearing this news, Sophia Garanord was not surprised in the least and said, “Senior, if it’s this ssage, there’s no need to send it back to Strasbourg.”
“Strasbourg has at least forty to fifty mbers of the Sixth Order, a re dozen orc Sixth Order shamans can’t create any significant trouble.”
“The orcs’ call upon the Great Wind Technique can also be countered by many among the Sixth Order.”
Charlotte blushed, as he was from a humble background, he truly did not know that Strasbourg had so many Sixth Order mbers hidden, and he was even more ignorant of what lay beyond the Sixth Order ranks?
Sophia Garanord’s words sowhat reassured him as he said, “Since there’s no need to deliver the ssage, let’s just roam around the outskirts of the orc army for now.”
“I suggest you all treat your injuries first, as there might be many battles ahead.”
Right after these words ca out, a young man tore off a small piece of skin, pulling out a black cloth bag, and said, “I have the best Light Holy Water.”
“Sophia, you are the strongest among us, and you have been injured the most in protecting us, you should recover your strength as soon as possible. Take all this Light Holy Water for yourself!”
After declining several tis, Sophia Garanord finally accepted it. She took out a fine-spouted porcelain bottle from the black bag, gently poured the liquid on her arm, and white mist swirled around as her broken bones made a cracking sound and regrew.
After treating her wounds, she hesitated a mont, then lifted her slender neck and drank a few drops of the liquid. Her complexion imdiately brightened, showing a significant improvent in her injuries.
Sophia Garanord passed the bottle to another injured person and said, “Nenod, you should also treat your injuries, you are a Dark Knight, the best among us at frontal combat.”
The injured man did not hesitate and took the bottle, drinking a small sip as well.
The bottle was passed from one to another, as nearly all of these young people had injuries, and many were severe. Those companions who were more seriously injured had already been beaten to death by the orcs and had beco their food.
The young man who took out the black bag appeared to be in pain, as he had originally just wanted to impress the Goddess of his heart, but Sophia Garanord ended up sharing it with everyone.
Sophia Garanord finally handed him the black cloth bag and said, “When I return to Strasbourg, I’ll repay you double.”
The young man hesitated wanting to speak, ultimately remaining silent about not needing to be repaid.
Charles only found it amusing, and didn’t disturb the group of youths, waiting until they had regained so energy before having his subordinates present a selection of weapons for them to choose from.
Nenod chose a Knight’s Spear, and the others also picked weapons suitable for them. Sophia Garanord hesitated slightly then asked, “Do you have a Knight’s Spear of slightly better quality?”
Charles was slightly surprised and asked, “Aren’t you a Dark Moon spellcaster, junior sister?”
The young man who had just offered the holy water, sowhat boastfully interjected, “Not only is Sophia a Seventh Rank Dark Moon spellcaster, but she is also a Sixth Order Dark Knight; while the twelve goddesses of University of Georgia may be beautiful, our Rose of Sheffield is the most radiant flower among the four universities.”
Charles nodded slightly, suddenly recalling soone Julian had ntioned, and casually asked, “Junior sister, have you heard the na ‘Strasbourg Rose’?”
Sophia Garanord’s dirt-streaked face turned a shade of red, and she said, “That would be !”
“You’ve heard of my nickna as well?”
Charles nodded and said, “I graduated many years ago and am not so familiar with the school anymore, but there was a guy nad Julian who ntioned it to .”
“I was just about to…”
Charles suddenly hit the brakes on his tongue, stopping himself from saying that he only knew of ‘The Empire’s First Rose,’ since that wouldn’t be very emotionally intelligent.
Full of curiosity, Sophia Garanord asked, “Julian?”
Charles nodded and replied, “It’s said that he is as famous as you, the youngest Byron Julian Asilo.”
Sophia Garanord let out an exclamation, and the rest of the University of Georgia’s young students joined in the chorus of surprise. Charles hadn’t heard much about Julian, but these young people, who were “in the know,” were surely aware of the youngest fearso individuals under the age of twenty in the Five Great Empires, weren’t they? These were the figures they were preparing to challenge and hopefully surpass soday.
They were their most admired and esteed contemporaries.
Seeing that they all seed to have heard of Julian, and being sowhat curious himself, Charles decided not to continue the topic and said offhandedly, “Speaking of Julian, it reminds , I do have a decent Knight’s Spear with . However, this item holds sentintal value, so I can only lend it to you, junior sister.”
With a clap of his hands, a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior brought over a spear called Lion Maru. Knowing that his return to Strasbourg would inevitably lead to extrely fierce battles, Charles had prepared an extra Knight’s Spear.
Sophia Garanord took the Knight’s Spear known as Whale Butcher, also called Lion Maru, and recognized its origin with just one glance. She was completely stunned and stamred, “Is this the Whale Butcher?”
Charles nodded.
Quickly, Sophia Garanord asked again, “Is it the weapon of Ban Lanmalock?”
Charles smiled slightly and said, “Yes, not long ago I was on an envoy mission to Inglima; Ban Lanmalock insisted on duelling . Under the witness of His Majesty Alfred Guillau, we dueled on the Sevante River, and he lost this Knight’s Spear to .”
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