The First Magic World War

Chapter 428: 395, Charles Mecklen, Greetings to His Majesty Brittany (5000-word chapter, asking for monthly tickets)_3

It was the complete eradication of Strasbourg’s gang and human trafficking market!

All gang members, those who dared to resist were either killed on the spot if they were lucky, or captured alive if not, and then sent to Machu Picchu to become Labyrinth Guardians, while compliant gang members were reorganized into the Westwind Knights. Actually, in such chaotic scenes, many people not associated with the gangs also took advantage of the situation to loot on the streets, and those who encountered Charles received the same treatment as the gang members.

Because of Charles’s move, the second coup in Strasbourg surprisingly experienced no chaos and even saw a rare surge in supplies in the market because Charles’s caravan also took the opportunity to transport goods.

Earl Brittany’s influence controlled Strasbourg, Charles’s lost two Knight’s Spears, and the magic oil painting quietly returned to their original places.

Charles was busy for several days; one evening when he returned to his home at 221B Baker Street in the Val de Vaz District and had just ordered a cup of coffee, which hadn’t yet touched his lips, he heard someone knocking at the door.

Charles opened the door and was surprised to see a familiar face—Mrs. Mavis.

Gertie Mavis, former Patrol Army Superintendent of the Lucavaro District, Charles’s former partner.

He smiled slightly and said, “It turns out to be Mrs. Mavis, what brings you to visit an old colleague?”

“Please come in!”

Mrs. Mavis gestured with her hand, and a man wearing a black robe quietly entered the room. Charles was slightly surprised and looked at the lady, Mrs. Mavis, who said with a bitter smile, “I have no one else to turn to; I had to seek help from Mister Mecklen.”

“You know this man as well.”

The man wearing the black robe took off his cloak, smiled slightly, and said, “Lord Mecklen, we meet again!”

Charles looked at him carefully for a moment, then with a dawning realization, exclaimed, “Are you that Priest? The one who attended the funeral procession for Archduke Ferdinand…”

The young man smiled slightly and said, “I have another name, Morgan Axel!”

The name flashed in Charles’s mind, and he couldn’t help but cry out, “You are His Highness the Crown Prince!”

He now understood why it was the Crown Prince himself who had issued the edict that promoted him during the escort of Archduke Ferdinand’s body.

At the time, Charles had guessed that the Crown Prince was at the scene, but he had never imagined that he had already met the Crown Prince, who was rumored to be a covenantor of the gods.

Charles quickly controlled his emotions and asked, “I wonder, Your Highness, what do you intend to do? And what do you need me to do?”

Morgan Axel smiled slightly and said, “I am the youngest child of my father; my sisters are all more than twenty years older than me. Growing up in the Imperial Palace, I saw too much unhappiness. Lord Mecklen, do you know what it means to be a winner in life?”

Charles shook his head; the question had many answers, but clearly, the Crown Prince wanted to speak his own, and there was no need to interrupt him—perhaps this might be his last words.

This thing might even be passed down through the ages!

Morgan Axel said, “It is to live a life according to one’s own will.”

“I never wanted to be the Crown Prince, so I declared myself a covenantor of the gods, and then my brother died!”

“I always thought that my father would live a long time. I didn’t expect him to die so soon.”

“A few days ago, I thought I was going to die too. Uncle Redmir would never let me live; my existence is the biggest threat to him. Unexpectedly, he died before me.”

“This world is a bit crazy, Lord Mecklen.”

Charles had nothing to say; this damned world was indeed a bit too crazy.

Morgan Axel said, “I want to go to the New Continent and leave here to start a new life.”

“I hope Lord Mecklen can help me.”

Charles said, “I’ve heard there’s a great war with the Evil God there, very dangerous indeed!”

Morgan laughed and said, “I wouldn’t be safe in the Old Continent either.”

Charles thought about it and realized it was true; suddenly he had nothing to say, but he really didn’t want to help the former Crown Prince—it was a major political mistake.

But he could not possibly kill this imperial prince; in theory, the man was the biological brother of Countess Akso, Princess Akso, and the biological uncle of Anne and Antonio—legitimately family.

Charles sighed and said, “I am sorry, I can’t help you! But I can introduce you to someone who can, Antonio!”

A hot potato should be handed to someone wearing thick gloves!

Antonio was just the right person.

Even if he let Morgan go, there would be no repercussions; even if he killed Morgan, no one would be able to say anything.

Morgan pondered for a long time and said, “I trust Lord Mecklen’s judgment.”

Charles patted his chest and said, “Your safety is guaranteed with me; I’ve saved Antonio’s life before, he will certainly show me respect.”

Although Charles didn’t remember when Antonio had saved him, nobody dared to check anyway, so what’s wrong with bragging?

As long as Morgan believed it.

He convinced Morgan and Mrs. Mavis, then took them in a luxurious dark carriage straight to 58 Sixth Avenue in the Val de Vaz District.

With Charles’s current status and position, they didn’t even need to be announced before he took the two hot potatoes and went straight to Antonio.

Antonio was initially curious why Charles was looking for him, but when he saw Morgan, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Uncle Morgan?”

“How do you also know Charles?”

Charles was about to say, I don’t know him, I have nothing to do with the former Crown Prince, when he heard Morgan Axel say, “I saw him work bravely and diligently before, and I rewarded him with a promotion and five Aegeus.”

Charles covered his face!

The former Crown Prince was indeed a ruthless man!

This matter was indeed very much like Charles!

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