The First Magic World War

Chapter 338: 321, Tax Investigation Case (Another 11,000-word update today, working so hard, asking for monthly votes)_3

Charles had to let him know that if you can fight, then stop the chatter!

First, give this guy a beating before anything else.

If it comes to fighting, Charles isn’t afraid of ordinary Transcendents; he’s no Sacred Order after all.

Alans Cook was not to be outdone. He shouted, “Do you really think that just because you’ve won a few battles, you are some great figure?”

“I’ll let you know that a merchant’s son has no right to sit with nobles.”

Earl Brittany cut in sharply, “Enough! Go outside and duel.”

Both of them immediately rushed out of the dark luxury, not even bothering to issue a formal challenge first.

Alans Cook was in attendance to meet Earl Brittany and hence did not carry a weapon. Charles, feeling it unsporting to draw the Blood Rose or the Red-Blue Rattlesnake, simply clenched his fists and started fighting.

Indeed, Alans Cook had some true skills. If he hadn’t believed in his own exceptional abilities, how would he have dared to court the Strasbourg Rose?

Sophia Garanord was always known for her high standards.

Thanks to the Quickness Technique, Charles, with his swift punches and kicks, found several openings and slapped Alans Cook a few times. However, the guy was so full of fighting spirit that he remained unharmed; not even Dark Corrosion could penetrate, leaving him only with a red, angrily swollen face, feeling this as a monstrous disgrace.

Charles knew his hand-to-hand skills were lacking. His swordsmanship mainly came from Cyrus’s training, and his gunmanship from Julian’s guidance. He had no one to guide him in the ways of bare-fisted fighting, no real combat experience, nor any formal lineage in the art. Despite this, Alans Cook had clearly trained well in unarmed martial techniques, making it difficult to achieve any conclusive victory in this battle.

After a fierce clash, Charles retreated half a step, planning to enrage his opponent to make use of a weapon, but Earl Brittany intervened, “This is enough chaos for now!”

Charles immediately stopped fighting!

Although Alans Cook was inclined to duel further, glancing several times at Earl Brittany, he could only reluctantly desist and turned to leave. He returned to the Knighthood’s camp, drafted a document at once, and sent it back to Strasbourg.

Charles thought that his punishment would arrive soon but unexpectedly, half a month went by. There were a few battles at the frontline, but none involved him.

He never received his punishment. Strasbourg remained silent, and even the previously mentioned fine of three thousand Aegeus was forgotten. Instead, he received a document from Strasbourg about his promotion; he was finally promoted to a 24th-Rank First-Level Senator.

Well, aside from the job promotion, his political status remained unchanged.

Charles was well aware that Earl Brittany had manipulated the situation.

Yet the maneuvers of such a high noble were designed to be as subtle as an imperceptible influence, without any overt conflict.

With his promotion, Charles also learned another piece of news: the Fars Empire was struggling with Ferlanden and the South Serif Region, unable to make progress and planning to open a third front. This time, the battlefield would be at sea.

The main force in this campaign was Duchess Mesunu’s Northern Fleet.

This time, Fars received full support from Inglima. The Inglima Empire dispatched ten Magical Alchemy Warships, and a total of three hundred warships, prepared to wage a life or death battle with Byron on the high seas.

On strength alone, the combined forces of Fars and Inglima held a decided advantage, mainly because Inglima, as an island nation, had always prioritized the development of its navy, investing countless resources. In terms of naval power alone, Inglima’s Royal Navy was indisputably the strongest in both the New and Old Continents.

And that is indisputably number one.

Number two was once briefly Zimmerman’s pirate union but is now the Fars Empire’s navy.

Byron, having few ports due to its location, had always had a weaker naval force. Even though they had received support from the Black Phoenix Dynasty’s navy, they were still far inferior to the joint fleet of Fars and Inglima’s Royal Navies.

This time, Emperor Julius Axler VI of the Fars Empire was determined to win this maritime campaign, personally naming it—Victory Goddess Offensive!

Because the two strongest fleets of the Imperial Navy are both commanded by women!

Upon receiving this intelligence, Charles couldn’t help worrying about his elder sister student Menilman, but he really couldn’t leave now. The second Brittany Offensive, with its intensity far surpassing the first, had left the entire South Serif Region unable to find a city that still had residents.

If one were to use an ancient Chinese saying, it was: “Bones strewn in the field, for a thousand miles no crowing of cocks.”

The situation was so dire that every time Charles thought about it, he wanted to convert to Buddhism!

Of course, in this world, there was no such religion, only the faith in the Nine Great True Gods.@@novelbin@@

If one described South Serif as a flesh and blood mill, then the entire South Serif Region had lost all life and flesh to be devoured by this immense mill.

The next day, Earl Brittany called Charles over, his face grave as he said, “Our battle with the Black Phoenix Dynasty has reached a point where both sides can no longer proceed.”

“Unless Constantine and I decide to duel, this battle will not see any change.”

“But certainly, we won’t take action, as the direction of the war would be unpredictable.”

“So, the Empire plans to withdraw some forces to join the navy, leveraging our combined naval superiority with Inglima to utterly destroy Byron’s navy.”

“Thus turning the entire war around!”

Charles asked, “Are you suggesting I join the navy too?”

Brittany laughed, “How could that be possible? You belong to the land forces, and even after being transferred to the Knighthood, you’re still with the army. It would be impossible for you to join the navy.”

“Moreover, you lack any nautical knowledge and can’t command warships. If you went to the navy, you could only be sending warships to their demise.”

“I mean, I am the one leaving.”

“Constantine will be leaving too.”

“The new commander for South Serif will be…”

Earl Brittany purposely left a cliffhanger.

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