The First Magic World War

Chapter 312: 303, Charles Mecklen, I want to hear your scream (begging for monthly tickets)

Charles said, “I didn’t expect you to be a philosopher!”

The Golden Ram Herolf felt something was amiss, but upon recalling the successfully concluded Magic Contract, he regained his confidence and laughed heartily, saying, “I didn’t think either, that you could remain so calm when death is at your doorstep.”

“Where is my Queen Bee?”

“If you return it, I might consider sparing your life.”

Charles helplessly said, “Mister Herolff, you don’t need to consider it anymore. I can’t hand over the Queen Bee; it’s not in my possession. You must have inquired about it, the Queen Bee is docked at…”

The Golden Ram Herolff sneered, cutting him off, saying, “Of course I know, the Queen Bee is docked at 699 South Sevantes Riverside Street, the residence bestowed upon you by Emperor Inglima XV, Alfred Guillaume.”

“How else do you plan to deceive people?”

“Mr. Charles Meklen, please share your newly fabricated tale.”

Charles, left with no other option, said, “Actually, there are other residents there.”

Herolff gave a slight smile and said, “Is one of the neighbors a beautiful young widow perhaps?”

Charles hurriedly said, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Herolff spoke coolly, “I have seen the place myself. South Sevantes Riverside Street at 698 is on a hill, and there’s only one house on top of it!”

Charles quickly said, “The other house is midway up the hill, on the backside of the mountain, at 699 South Sevantes Riverside Street!”

The Golden Ram Herolff gave a look of disdain that said, continue making up stories, and huffed, “Hah!”

Suddenly, Charles felt an overwhelming exhaustion.

He secretly mused, “Everything I said was true, why doesn’t this Old Goat believe me?”

“Is he really so intolerant of unwelcome but honest advice?”

Looking out to the sea, the Golden Ram Herolff slowly said, “Hand over the Queen Bee, or I’ll make you suffer every torment known to man!”

Charles shook his head decisively and said, “It won’t come out!”

The Golden Ram Herolff gave a cold laugh, “A stubborn fool to the end.”

“I’ll show you why they call me the Golden Ram!”

With a shocked expression, Charles asked, “Isn’t it because Charles Meklen has plucked your wool countless times?”

The Golden Ram Herolff felt a lump in his chest and deeply regretted wasting so much time talking to Charles. He was already in his custody, yet he managed to infuriate him again, giving a vicious smile, he said, “Charles Meklen, I want to hear you scream!”

Charles chuckled, “Golden Ram Herolff! Blow it out your ass.”

Herolff’s body surged with Fighting Spirit, he worked up his bowels, and true to the provocation, let out a loud fart.

Charles hastily held his breath, thinking, “Thank goodness we are over the sea and in the sky, or else I would have really trapped myself.”

Golden Ram Herolf turned pale with fright, spurring his Fighting Spirit several times, but still could do nothing to Charles. In a fit of anger, he released his hands, but before Charles could fall halfway, he involuntarily reached out and grabbed him.

Herolf grew even more panicked, not understanding what was happening to himself.

He tried dozens of methods in succession, wanting to harm Charles, but he would interrupt each one himself.

In the end, Old Goat’s face showed fear as he held Charles, weeping and crying out, “What’s going on? What is this all about? Why can’t I harm this despicable scoundrel?”

Charles patted his head and said, “Hand over the three Golden Rings on your hand.”

Golden Ram Herolf watched helplessly as his hand moved towards Charles, and then watched as this vile, despicable, and nasty fellow slid the three Golden Rings off his hand and joyfully put them on his own.

Charles said, “Now let me down first.”

Golden Ram Herolf, as though his entire body was not under his control, carefully held Charles and landed on St. Michael Island. Charles found a mirror, first returned to the Mirror World to ensure his safety, and then said, “When you went to retrieve the whale killer, I took the liberty of modifying the Magic Contract. You signed so happily that I forgot to remind you. But no worry, it doesn’t affect our collaboration.”

Golden Ram Herolf’s face first turned bright red, then iron blue, and then…

He stiffly fell backward, crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Charles waited a while, and seeing that Golden Ram Herolf did not get up, he stepped out of the mirror. He didn’t bother with the Old Goat, but instead tested one by one and soon found the Golden Ring that controlled St. Michael Island. Then a thought came from the diary in his bosom: “Charles Mecklen has become the master of St. Michael Island, fulfilling the requirement for the setup of the twenty-ninth Labyrinth. St. Michael Island will soon undergo Maze-ification.”

The Maze-ification of St. Michael Island required eighteen trades during which time he could not leave.

Charles casually drew the Blue Rattlesnake, loaded it with regular bullets, and fired seven shots into the sky.

Before long, Sabastine flew over the island. Seeing Charles standing leisurely with Golden Ram Herolf lying on the ground, she asked in surprise, “You dealt with the Old Goat?”

Charles shrugged and said, “Just played a little word game with that Magic Contract.”

Despite being enemies, Sabastine looked at her peer, who was ranked higher among the Top Ten Pirates, with a sympathetic gaze.

The Old Goat really had it rough.

Although she couldn’t fathom how Charles managed to trick Golden Ram Herolf into signing the contract, or what he had tampered with in it, just seeing the Old Goat lying on the ground was enough to guess that he must have been overwhelmed by rage.

Sabastine let out a long howl, and not long after, Tumishen, the Old Leopard Man, was the first to arrive at St. Michael Island. He too was surprised by the scene and listened as Charles vaguely repeated the incident.

Tumishen, though not highly educated, was a veteran who had traveled the New and Old Continents as a former Sacred Order. His shrewd eyes soon made out that Golden Ram Herolf had awoken, but he said nothing.

After a moment, Menilman and Augustine, the High Priest, arrived one after another, and Charles described again how he had signed the Magic Contract with Herolf.

All four Sacred Orders noted that Golden Ram Herolf’s toes were constantly trembling. Although they couldn’t see through his boots, they could tell that the Old Goat was nervously twitching his toes…

Augustine, the High Priest, smiled broadly, patting Charles on the shoulder, and said, “Mister Charles Mecklen, you have completed a great feat.”@@novelbin@@

Charles offhandedly asked, “Is it because I fleeced this Old Goat bald?”

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