Chapter 291: 284, Miss Gunner Makes a Coback
Given that last ti, a whole set of dinnerware had been smashed.
Miss Annie Brittany did not lose her temper again, but she spent a considerable sum to hire the author who wrote the spin-off to make a second coback, adding a new plotline to “The Legend of Charles”.
Charles klen bravely dueled the youngest lion of Notruden for Miss Annie Brittany and sent the spoils of his victory to Miss Annie to treasure forever.
Annie believed that the whaling ship was only temporarily in the hands of Sophia Garanord, but it would always belong to her, Annie Brittany. She even decided that once she reclaid the whaling ship, she would display it at 221B Baker Street in the Val de Vaz District and then invite a few noble ladies over for coffee.
Annie even wrote a “monologue” personally for the Annie in “The Legend of Charles”.
“Indeed, I cannot compete with Sophia Garanord for the spotlight.”
“But in love, it’s victory, not reason, that counts.”
Charles was unaware that a stir concerning him had arisen in Strasbourg.
He had stayed in Notruden for a few days, each passing with considerable ease, and he soon received two sets of promotion docunts.
The docunts for his last promotion to a rank twenty-three class two councilor, Archives Commissioner of the Red Dragon Palace and Literary Advisor of the Yuquan Palace, had also just been received by him on this occasion.
This ti he was promoted to a rank twenty-two class three councilor, Archives Commissioner of the Red Dragon Palace and Literary Advisor of the Yuquan Palace, Cappadocia City, St. Michael’s City Administrator!
Yes, this is what you call a teoric rise.
Yes, this is what you call the lavish grace of the monarchy!
Upon receiving his official docunts, Charles did not linger in Notruden any longer, but brought with him Augustine High Priest, Ban Lanmalock, and nearly three hundred elite warriors of the Inglima Royal Knights Order, sneaking back to St. Michael Island through the Mirror World.
During Charles’s prolonged absence, a slight mishap occurred; the residence originally belonging to Black Sea Horse was now occupied by a pirate known as Angler.
This pirate was quite shrewd; noticing Charles’s disappearance, he forcefully took over Charles’s influence and, conveniently, all of Charles’s possessions as well.
When Charles returned, about seventy to eighty percent of his forr subordinates imdiately gathered around their “old leader” and recounted to him, all at once, the events that had transpired during his absence, with none raising “questions” about the newcors Charles brought with him.
The Augustine High Priest rely looked on with an amused smile, a bystander confident in Charles’s ability to handle the situation, while Ban Lanmalock’s fists hardened. For convenience during transit, this ti he had switched to a Knight’s Spear forged by Classical Alchemy that could be stored as a ring, which he now took out with a swipe of his finger and charged into the fray.
St. Michael Island was once a regular city where each family lived separately, but after being occupied by pirates, these pirates, in order to control their subordinates, ford districts. Pirates belonging to the sa gang would occupy a small territory and live clustered together.
There was no helping it; the pirates’ control over their subordinates was too weak. If the subordinates lived separately, they often mysteriously defected, being lured away or even joining other pirates on their own initiative.
The Angler, heedlessly content for not even two days, was now training new female slaves in his new lair.
Charles’s “old guard” simply didn’t acknowledge him, no one tipped him off, and his forr subordinates were too disorganized to react, so no one inford him of the intrusion.
When Ban Lanmalock burst into his room and saw the bloody scene, with several young won tortured and covered in blood, his anger erupted like a volcano.
The youngest lion of Notruden, though of noble birth, was actually a youth with a strong sense of justice. His father, Count Ranmalock, had provided a very positive education, encouraging his son to help the weak, face enemies with courage, and keep promises…
Because of his prestigious status and his exceptional qualities, he had never had the chance to witness the darker sides of society and had thought that pirates were just ordinary bad guys.
Upon witnessing this scene, the youngest lion of Notruden erupted with rage the likes of which he had never felt before, skewering the pirate known as Anglerfish with his spear and lifting him into the air with a single thrust.
Although the pirate was a Lower-Ranked Supernatural, he was as fragile as a baby in the hands of Ban Ranmalock and did not even put up a serious fight before Ban Ranmalock had killed him.
After killing Anglerfish, Ban Ranmalock’s fury had yet to be vented; all he wanted was to battle these despicable pirates.
Charles followed him in, patted Ban Ranmalock’s shoulder, and said, “I always knew you were the best helper! Only a knight like you would dare to charge at a notorious enemy without fear of danger.”
Charles’s words slightly quelled Ban Ranmalock’s anger, to which he said in a low voice, “I want to kill all the pirates on this island!”
Charles said, “I can promise you that, kill as many as you want.”
“But not now, we have to gradually build up our strength.”
Ban Ranmalock said softly, “I can call my father here.”
Charles cursed in his mind for Golden Ram Herolf, “Damn it!”
Was this even human?
The Augusladin High Priest was rely a “regular” Sacred Order.
Count Ranmalock, on the other hand, was unrivaled and undefeated in his life, as renowned as Zimrman and one of the fiercest warriors on the Old Continent!
If this noble lord were to get involved in Saint Michael Island…
Well, nilman’s plan would be utterly dood.
Charles was not previously familiar with Ban Ranmalock, but now that he knew a bit more about him, he realized what kind of character the youngest lion of Notruden was – truly like a lion, fiery in nature, not tolerant of even a speck of dust in his eye.
But such a youth was also easy to manipulate, he said quietly, “You are the youngest lion of Notruden, not a weak youngster under Count Ranmalock’s wing!”
Charles did not say anything, but Ban Ranmalock’s eyes sparked with a different light. His eyes burning bright, he said softly, “Charles, from today on, you’re my best friend. I’ve heard a saying from the New Continent, that one should have five kinds of friends, one of which is a loyal opposition—soone who constantly advises and prevents one’s friends from making mistakes and keeps them on the right path.”
“You are my loyal opposition!”
Charles did not yet realize that his own scandals and old news were already flying all over Notruden. Ban Ranmalock considered him a ntor and friend. If Count Ranmalock knew about it, he would probably be shocked, thinking his son had fallen into bad company while feeling quite pleased about it.
He patted Ban Ranmalock’s shoulder and said, “Taking down Saint Michael Island is but a small step for the young cubs of Notruden to make a na for themselves!”
“It is rely the beginning of your legendary life. How could you call for parental help at such a ti!?”
Well, the sister doesn’t count as a parent.
Well, and the Augusladin High Priest is nothing…
Although Charles’s words were righteous and filled with passion, this was, damn it, just about interests!
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