The First Magic World War

Chapter 334: 319, The political struggle in the navy

“Being complicit with the Army of the Black Phoenix” was a charge that, once substantiated, carried with it a seventy to eighty percent chance of ending up on the gallows.

Charles was a typical transmigrator. His dictionary didn’t include options like surrendering without a fight or seeking peace by compromising. To him, “If you’re heartless, I’m not obliged to be righteous.” If you try to screw me over with such tactics, I’ll just wipe out your entire family.

Yep, that was very Charles.

And very transmigrator.

He now held positions in both Inglima and the Lionheart Dynasty and wasn’t really frightened by any crackdown from Fars’ political scene.

Charles always had two Sacred Order members by his side, in addition to a host of beastmen and pirates turned Labyrinth Guardians, amongst whom there were several Transcendents.

Just now, when he went out to the battlefield to rescue the wounded, the Old Leopard Man transformed into the appearance of an ordinary person and hid among the team. If Andreas had made a move, there would have been a great show indeed.

Given Charles’s current private military strength, it would not be easy to take him down unless Viscount Constantine himself made the move.

The Knighthood hadn’t expected Charles to act without a word of dispute, striking out as soon as he said he would, causing immediate panic among them. Someone shouted, “We are the military law enforcement department of the Central Government Office! You dare to attack our Knighthood, your crime will be exacerbated!”

For such a minor scenario, neither the Golden Ram Herolf nor Tumishen would take action, and even Charles showed no intention of doing so.

Big Bear was the first to rush forward, swinging his meteor hammer and instantly turning more than a dozen law enforcement knights into a bloody mess.

A leader-looking figure, who had been coldly observing with a forbidding face, realized something was wrong when dozens of Transcendents appeared and bellowed, “Stop!”

“Charles Mecklen, stop!”

“I am…”

A knight’s spear shot out, wielded by a veteran pirate who was originally a vice-captain of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, known as the Sea Serpent King, a thirteenth-order Transcendent with a tricky and vicious gunmanship, who sent the man’s half-spoken words tumbling back down his throat.

After a few exchanges of blows, the chief of the law enforcement saw his subordinates being slaughtered like cutting vegetables, one slice after another!

He was both shocked and scared, how could this seemingly insignificant twenty-fifth grade five clerk have so many Transcendents under his command?

Charles, unaware of why this man had come to trouble him, pointed at him and said, “Keep this one alive!”

When he said this, he didn’t mean for the others to be killed.

Charles wasn’t that cruel, but to the ears of the law enforcement leader, these words sounded like a death sentence.

Since Charles had killed the others, he definitely wouldn’t keep a survivor; at the most, he would coerce some confessions before killing them to silence them.

The man had never imagined that such a simple mission would run into such an immovable roadblock.

After struggling against the Sea Serpent King for over a dozen moves, the man managed to catch a moment’s breath and bellowed, “Charles Mecklen, even if you kill us, you won’t escape!”

Charles coldly replied, “I will make sure to clean up after the killing.”

He turned and shouted loudly to the camp, “Which Brother of the Army of the Black Phoenix wants to take credit for wiping out the Knighthood of the law enforcement?”

Immediately someone called out, “We, the Knight Order of Absinthe, are willing to take this credit.”

The leader of the law enforcement mentally cursed his luck; he had not anticipated that Charles would do such a thing! He could just randomly nominate an Army of the Black Phoenix to take the credit.

Already no match for the Sea Serpent King, he got distracted, and the seasoned pirate floored him with a spear thrust, right before more than a dozen soldiers from the Westwind Knights swept forward, bound him up, and tied him tight.

The leader of the enforcement department was dragged before Charles like a dead dog. Charles asked indifferently, “Who ordered you to investigate me?”

The head of the enforcement department replied staunchly, “It was my own decision to investigate you!”

Charles nodded and said, “When I return to Strasbourg, I will kill your entire family.”

“I guarantee not even a single survivor will remain, including cats and dogs!”

With eyes splitting with rage, the head of the enforcement department shouted, “Charles, you dare do such a thing! Aren’t you afraid of retaliation?”

Charles smiled slightly and said, “Anyway, your whole family is doomed!”

Falling into boundless fear, the head of the enforcement department had not expected to encounter someone like Charles, who was even more terrifying than Zimmerman Axel Robin used to be.

Zimmerman had never done something so cruel.

He was only about dueling and killing individuals, not wiping out entire families.

In a low voice, the head of the enforcement department said, “I am Warrant Officer Yannick O’Reilly of the Military Enforcement Department, rank twenty-one, class four! It was Duchess Mesu who sent me to investigate you!”

Charles was somewhat surprised. He knew of Duchess Mesu and had even attended her auction, but there were no dealings between them. Why would Duchess Mesu target him?

Without a word, he just stared coldly at the military enforcement officer.

With their leader captured, the will to fight of the enforcement department’s knighthood faded. One by one, they surrendered, and as troops were taken prisoner and led to the camp, Warrant Officer Yannick O’Reilly could no longer stand the pressure and said in a low voice, “It’s because you have won Miss Sophia Garanod’s heart; hence, a junior member of the Grand Duchess’s family is quite angry and wants to teach you a lesson.”

Charles hadn’t expected the matter to be so convoluted and asked indifferently, “Who is it?”

Yannick O’Reilly said, “Alans Cook! The head of logistics in the Central Government Office.”

Charles tilted his head and said, “I don’t believe it!”

“This is your last chance!”

Duchess Mesu certainly held high status and power, but Charles truly didn’t believe that for the sake of just a junior, the Grand Duchess would go as far as to kill him.

Although he was not of a major noble family, in Fars he wasn’t without a base, and for the Duchess to act this way, there must be another reason. Alans Cook could only be the fuse, not the whole bomb.

Beads of sweat formed on Yannick O’Reilly’s forehead as he whispered, “It’s because of the fleet!”

Charles hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized.

The background of Duchess Mesu had been mentioned by Anne at the auction before. She controlled one-sixth of the Imperial Navy.

The Northern Fleet was the hereditary army of the Mesu Family, loyal not to the Emperor but solely to the Mesu Family.

If not for Zimmerman Axel Robin bringing back the Pirate King’s fleet, and had not the Duchess lost part of her fleet a few years ago while exploring the Raging Sea, the Northern Fleet at its peak would have been half the size of the Imperial Navy.

However, with Zimmerman “disappearing,” Duchess Mesu had sold a large amount of assets to build new warships and started to become more powerful gradually. Although not yet at its peak, she already played a pivotal role within the Imperial Navy.

All of this was unfortunately disrupted by Menilman…

Menilman, possessing three Magical Alchemy Warships, and with St. Michael Island and Cappadocia as merely ordinary coastal ports, was still nothing to sneeze at and represented a new rising force within the Imperial Navy.

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