The First Magic World War

Among the adventurers under Charles, there were no Supernaturals, and a Fourth Order Knight was desperately trying to escape; ordinary people simply couldn't catch up.

Moreover, even if Winterburn had run away, by the time he could have brought back reinforcements, Charles would have long since disappeared.

Just as Charles was preparing to wrap things up and continue to deceive his subordinates, he heard a sharp whistling sound cutting through the air. Like a vicious dragon from the heavens, a Knight's Spear pierced through Winterburn's body with tremendous force, carrying the Fourth Order Knight's body several tens of steps forward, nailing him live to the ground.

Witnessing this scene, a chill arose in Charles, the strength of the attacker was something he had never seen before in his life.

If this person were an enemy, even if all these hundred-plus adventurers fought to the death under his command, the outcome would likely be nothing but a massacre.

The adventurers were also stunned. Although they were all bottom-tier adventurers, their constant outdoor lives and frequent combat, albeit of mediocre strength, meant almost none had poor judgment. Many exclaimed, "High Order Supernatural!"

Charles took a deep breath, knowing that hiding was useless, and one couldn't flee. Holding a Vampiric Hand Axe in one hand and a Magic Stabbing Sword in the other, he strode forward and shouted, "Who?"

A calm voice replied lightly, "This time, the Empire's maneuvers must not fail. Fortunate for me to be here, otherwise letting this man escape and expose the Empire's grand plan, you would be the criminal."

"State your name and office, and I will lodge a complaint with the military department."

These sentences were spoken in the Bailone Language. Most adventurers didn't speak Bailone Language, but as both Fars and Byron were from the Old Continent's Five Great Empires, they could discern that the other party was a Byronian, bringing despair to many who had just pretended to be Byronian spies!n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Here they were, faced with a real Byronian!

Almost everyone could imagine what would happen next.

Charles thought to himself, "Thank Goddess, thank Sheffield University, thank higher education," and replied in exceedingly fluent Bailone Language, "Sorry, I am on a secret mission and cannot reveal my identity."

Charles Meklen was fluent in seven languages, including Bailone Language. His response was impeccably pronounced, devoid of any Fars accent.

The fundamental difference between him and the group of adventurers was that he truly had received the highest level of education from the Empire.

A tall and handsome middle-aged man, accompanied by two followers, emerged from the darkness. His skin was pale, his hair golden and bright, and his eyes had a slight layer of red, typical of the Blood Clan. He said approvingly, "Not bad, not abandoning principles because of authority! I might consider temporarily withholding the complaint."

"You wield Blood Flame Qi! Are you from the Adonis Clan?"

Charles heaved a sigh of relief and replied, "Yes!" He then threw his Vampiric Rapier, piercing Winterburn's body, and shouted, "I need everyone to act together to give these people of Fars a reminder."

"Those willing, I will consider you as my own people."

"Those unwilling… I'm afraid will have to apologize."

"Sorry! You know too much."

The mysterious middle-aged vampire swept a glance over the group of adventurers. A mountainous oppressive aura emanated from him, like an ancient giant beast eyeing a group of little rabbits, instilling fear and trepidation in everyone.

The adventurers looked at each other and quickly, some made the wise choice, stabbing a detective from the Liemar Detective Agency.

Charles's strategy, plainly speaking, involved no technical complexity, akin to the act of submitting one's name for joining the ranks at Mount Liang in the story of Water Margin. These adventurers, hailing from all directions, were divided into over ten small groups, essentially lacking any form of team unity, and could abandon him at any time.

With the imposing influence of this mysterious High Order Supernatural Being from Byron, Charles forced these people to submit their pledges, significantly boosting the team's cohesion and his own prestige. Meanwhile, it also explained why a "Byron spy" like him was followed by a group of low-ranking adventurers from Fars.

He was proficient in "Blood Flame Qi," spoke the Bailone Language, and could disguise himself as one of the People of Byron. These adventurers, who couldn't even speak the Byron language, could never impersonate vampires, and could only be "Blood Servants" he had temporarily subdued—this was an old tradition among the vampires of the Byron Empire.

Under the dreaded authority of the High Order Supernatural Being from Byron, over a hundred adventurers, whether willing or not, pinched their noses and proceeded to stab, stab with a rapier, a dagger, or hit with a hammer each of the seven detectives from the Liemar Detective Agency.

Indeed, even Addyson and Winterburn, who were already dead, along with two other detectives killed in battle, were not spared.

The three captured Liemar detectives met particularly tragic deaths.

He reached out, pulled out the Vampiric Rapier from his left arm, and also withdrew the Knight's Spear, handing both weapons to the mysterious middle-aged member of the Blood Clan before he ordered a search of the deceased detectives' bodies.

The search yielded slightly more than seven Aegeus in cash, five of which were taken from Addyson's body. This was expected, as who else but a fugitive would carry all their belongings on their person?

He priced the equipment of the seven detectives and, together with this sum of money, fairly distributed it among the adventurers.

Only after threatening them and then offering a reward could he reassure the adventurers.

This method of mixing grace with intimidation is just common sense on Earth.

Relieved, the adventurers relaxed a bit, which diffused some of the tension.

The tall, handsome middle-aged man nodded slightly and smilingly told Charles, "Well done! You exhibit some of the flair of a Byron soldier."

"I am Lord Leo, and I am on a special mission just like you. I temporarily requisition you and your subordinates. Please state your name."

Charles heaved a sigh of relief and answered, "Qian Nan! You may call me Qian Nan."

The lord from Byron casually touched the Knight's Spear, which transformed into a rapier and elegantly slid it into his scabbard at his waist.

This type of advanced weapon capable of shifting between two forms was something Charles had only recently seen. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Shalun's Spear? You actually come from the Arthur Clan!"

Lord Leo's Knight's Spear was even more splendid than the one owned by Louis Simi, and its value certainly exceeded that one, being worth at least one thousand five hundred gold Aegeus.

The Adonis Clan is one of the Six King Clans, but the Arthur Clan is among the Three Emperor Clans, naturally holding a status above all in the Blood Clan.

Lord Leo nodded slightly, skillfully concealing his pride without showing a trace, and said, "Archduke Ferdinand of Behemoth Duchy is going to Strasbourg to meet with Julius the Sixth. I need his travel itinerary along with detailed intelligence."

"Qian Nan! You entered Fars ahead of me."

"Do you have any information you could provide me?"

Charles was startled and thought to himself, "What do these Byron people intend to do with the information on Archduke Ferdinand's travel route to Strasbourg?" He replied offhand, "I am about to head to Machu Picchu, which is only two hundred kilometers from Strasbourg. It is said that Archduke Ferdinand will pass by the ruins of this ancient Beastman Kingdom fortress."