Chapter 343: Executor of the Military Law Enforcent Departnt of the Central Governnt Office, number 325_2
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Charles said to Madam Nancy, “Have Mrs. Plum Sauce prepare an extra portion, from now on he will be our family’s Old Goat butler. If I’m not around, rember to have his three als a day prepared.”
Madam Nancy didn’t know why her master would make such a person a butler, but she wasn’t one to ask questions, so she went to Mrs. Plum Sauce and asked her to prepare an extra dinner.
Charles poured a mug of barley wine for Golden Ram Herolf, watched the Old Goat say nothing, then pick up the mug and down it in one go. He simply passed the whole barrel of barley wine over, and the Old Goat poured and drank by himself, the scene quite magnificent.
Charles watched for a while, smiled slightly, and took out three golden rings. He already knew, one ring was for controlling Saint Michael Island, one was for controlling the Queen Bee, but the purpose of the last ring was unknown.
Of course, he could ask Golden Ram Herolf, but he felt it was interesting to investigate on his own, and if he couldn’t figure it out, he could always ask the Old Goat later.
Golden Ram Herolf saw these three rings and started coughing violently after a gulp of barley wine.
These three rings were the eternal ache in the Old Goat’s heart!
Once upon a ti, he had these three golden rings, owning Saint Michael Island, the Queen Bee, and a Magical Alchemy Warship, commanding tens of thousands of pirates, several dozens of ships – how majestic was that?
But now…
The Old Goat’s heart was bleeding!
He watched Charles fiddling with the rings for a while, then put the other two rings away, keeping only one to study over and over again. He also took a few books he had recently borrowed from Sheffield University Library, perused the materials, and studied with great interest.
Golden Ram Herolf felt as if his heart was blocked by a huge stone.
What Charles was doing wasn’t studying the golden rings; it was trampling on his dignity, challenging his will, flaunting his victory, and deeply stabbing at the heart of this once-Ten-Top Pirate, the one hailed as the King of Whale Sea and a Third Order powerhouse.
Charles didn’t even ask where the Divine Creature was.
Nor did he ask where he had hidden his lifeti of treasure.
Golden Ram Herolf thought if Charles pressed him for answers, he would rather fight the master-servant contract’s suppression than give up these secrets, but Charles didn’t ask and just did his own research, which left Herolf feeling extrely uncomfortable, as if thinking, “Why the hell aren’t you hitting ?”
Indeed, there was sothing wrong with Old Goat’s psychology.
But it wasn’t depression; it was Stockholm syndro, otherwise known as hostage identification syndro. It’s that psychological disorder where victims may offer assistance to their captors.
The Old Goat was conflicted: should he maintain his silent facade or tell Charles the secret of the third golden ring?
Suddenly, Charles exclaid with joy, “I’ve got it!”
He put away the golden ring, closed the borrowed books, and just then, Mrs. Plum Sauce happened to bring up dinner.
Charles didn’t ntion anything and enjoyed his al heartily.
Mrs. Plum Sauce also prepared a portion for Golden Ram Herolf, but the Old Goat ate without any taste, repeatedly asking himself, “He knows already? I didn’t tell him! How could he possibly know? He must be tricking , so I won’t tell him the big secret.”
“Heh, I’ll write down this secret tomorrow.”
“I want to see what his expression will be.”
Old Goat thought of a solution, where he could keep silent and still tell Charles the secret of the third golden ring, which imdiately lifted his spirits.
Mrs. Plum Sauce’s culinary skills were indeed top-notch; the beef she purchased was quality, roasted to a succulent and tender finish.
Charles ate heartily, consuming several kilograms of beef before feeling satisfied. He gulped down a large mug of barley wine, thinking, “It’s ti to go practice.”
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Ever since he had transmigrated, he never stopped cultivating. His daily practice had beco his essential routine.
Charles glanced at the Golden Ram Herolf, who was still earnestly “wrestling” with the beef, and couldn’t help but feel a bit amused, silently thinking, “In the future, I’ll also have a Sanctified Butler of my own.”
“Although this forr pirate leader is crude and nowhere near as well-mannered as Mama Karen, he does have formidable strength. As the son of a rchant, having a Sanctified Butler is already more than enough; I shouldn’t be too picky.”
Charles stroked his chin and gave the Old Goat a rather “fair” evaluation.
Having had his fill, he certainly had no interest in keeping the Old Goat company. He left his butler behind and went upstairs to rest.
Ever since Charles had heard the whisper of the Serpent of Destiny, his cultivation speed had once again skyrocketed. Following his usual routine, he cultivated for several hours until all the Blood Energy within his body transford back into Bloody Glory. Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor at the base of his neck as another Bloody Vortex took form.
Charles had already ford nine Bloody Vortexes, each representing a different Vampire Clan. Among them, the Bloody Vortex of the Duolian Clan still lacked a Bloody Rune.
As this tenth Bloody Vortex ford, it too did not simultaneously condense the Bloody Rune. This Bloody Vortex belonged to the Aristokles Clan. After sensing it for a while, Charles felt imnsely pleased. He transford the Bloody Glory into Stellar Battle Qi, and sure enough, with the amplification of the nine Bloody Vortexes, his Stellar Battle Qi broke through resolutely to the thirteenth order.
This also ant that Charles had officially stepped into the ranks of High Order Transcendents!
Charles spread his arms, watching the Stellar Battle Qi flow through his body, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Sooner or later, I will step onto the Sacred Order and beco a true person of importance in this world.”
After reveling in the sensation for a while, he reversed the process, turning the Stellar Battle Qi back into Bloody Glory, and then went to sleep as usual.
When Charles got up the next day, Anne ca to find him. Seeing Charles, she couldn’t help but smile slightly and said, “I received my diploma ahead of schedule today and need to report to the Central Governnt Office of Law Enforcent. Could you accompany there?”
Charles nodded and smiled, “Of course!”
This ti, he didn’t use the luxurious and dark vehicle, instead having Madam Nancy prepare a carriage.
Well, this was a bit of mischief on Charles’s part.
Although to Anne, this was just an ordinary second-hand carriage, to many people it was a display of “flaunting wealth” and “showing off”, which could make many guess Anne’s identity and thus create a sense of awe.
If they were to ride in a second-hand carriage driven by Madam Nancy, however, it might lead to so interesting situations.
Although as soon as Anne revealed her official appointnt docunts, no one would dare to hassle the young miss of the Brittany Family, so this little bit of mischief couldn’t last for long.
But…
Well, that’s very Charles.
Anne didn’t mind what kind of carriage they took; to her, Charles’s two carriages were pretty much the sa.
Once they arrived at the Central Governnt Office, Charles felt a bit nostalgic about his old workplace. He was just about to accompany Anne inside when he saw his “forr boss,” Mrs. Aldergund.
Back when Charles cklen was a first-level clerk at the Central Governnt Office, Mrs. Aldergund was his imdiate supervisor. The stern and authoritative senior governnt worker was surprised to see Charles.
Charles had visited a few tis before and had deliberately hidden his identity, but Mrs. Aldergund, being in charge of various docunts, quickly found out about Charles’s actual position. Moreover, as the war progressed, many things couldn’t be kept secret anymore, and rumors about Charles were already flying around in his forr departnt.
Mrs. Aldergund made a customary bow and said, “It turns out to be Lord cklen!”
“Do you need any assistance with errands at the Central Governnt Office today?” she asked.
Charles was sowhat disheartened and said in a low voice, “Mrs. Aldergund! You’ve known about my identity all along?”
Mrs. Aldergund glanced at the second-hand carriage the two of them had arrived in and said indifferently, “Even your carriage called Dark Luxury has beco well-known among your old colleagues.”
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