The First Magic World War

Charles didn't even plan to introduce himself, his rapier trembling in his hand, the sword light like a dazzling stream of light, enveloping the brave gentleman completely.

Jorance was horrified. Unlike Charles, he had never been on a battlefield, nor was he a gifted genius like Julian, Krel, or Ebner, who were either intermediate or high-level Transcendents. Facing Charles's legendary swordsmanship, as he had only half drawn his longsword, his glamorous suit was pierced with sixteen or seventeen holes.

Charles pierced only the suit and did not harm Jorance's skin at all. Such swordsmanship was considered shocking and extraordinary; many expensive knights might not be able to achieve it.

Jorance finally drew his rapier completely, but Charles had already sheathed his sword and stepped back. He looked down at the holes in his suit and said softly, "Do I not even qualify to draw a sword for Miss Menilman?"

This statement not only struck a blow to every noble young lady of Inglima present but also made many men, proud of their swordsmanship, blush with shame.

Being a Transcendent, regardless of the country, is extremely rare. The young nobles who could attend Count Victory Champagne's ball, mostly weren't those who progressed through sheer training or innate talent, but those who advanced with vast resources, including the consumption of precious magic potions. Yet, even so, these young nobles were considered exceptional among their peers.

In this group of young nobles, Jorance was considered one of the best. He did not even fully draw his sword before he was regrettably defeated, how could it not be awe-inspiring?

Jorance performed an empire salute, handed his sheathed longsword to Charles, and left gracefully.

Charles picked up the rapier off the ground, touched the rapier handed to him by Jorance—a gesture of willing concession of a duelist who had lost. To hand over the weapon to the victor was to admit defeat wholeheartedly, never to challenge again.

This rapier was a standard Sherlock magic stabbing sword!

Baron Fars, although he had collected several magic rapiers, none were antique like this one.

Charles had long heard of the great reputation of the Sherlock magic stabbing swords. By chance, he had once purchased a scabbard from the Sherlock Dynasty and melted it down to create an alchemical magic wand, which he usually used to store his Antispace Sniper Rifle.

Latter, when he went to the battlefield, he no longer carried this wand, and he didn't bring it with him for his mission to the Inglima Empire either. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

This was the first time he personally experienced the aura of a magic stabbing sword forged during the Sherlock Dynasty era.

The magic stabbing sword was clearly a fine specimen from the Sherlock era, not just some common hundred or two-hundred Aegeus item. The blade was slender, the edge no wider than two fingers, emitting a faint blue glow. The blade touched the ground, while the hilt reached up to Charles's ribs. The hilt seemed to have been repaired but had deliberately preserved the original owner's family crest, from a very ancient family of that era.

This magic stabbing sword had three attributes: Tough, Swift, and Magic Breaker!

Toughness prevented the blade from fearing hard clashes, a property many extraordinary weapons possessed. Swiftness was rarer, slightly increasing the speed of the sword, and though the increase was only three to four percent, in many situations, it could be life or death. Magic Breaker was even more rare, as long as fighting spirit or a similar attribute of energy was infused, it could repel other extraneous energies, specifically aimed to counter protective battle Qi and defensive magic shields.

This magic stabbing sword also had a very beautiful name: Unicorn!

Just as Charles had sheathed the magic sword, he saw a beautiful face—it was none other than "Miss Sumei".

By that time, the onlookers had dispersed, and even the original two duelists had quietly left, but this young lady stayed; she clearly had something to say.

Charles smiled and asked, "Miss Aurora Sumei, is there something you need?"

Aurora asked, "Have you met Menilman?"

Charles replied, "Menilman was my senior at school and also my superior, but my promotion wasn't as fast, so I couldn't keep up with her pace!"

Aurora Sumei couldn't help but ask, "Is she very beautiful?"

Charles smiled and said, "I believe every woman possesses her own starlight. I never judge a woman's appearance, only praise their good virtues."

Aurora Sumei looked wistfully lost for a moment before saying, "I still don't know your name."

Charles answered, "Sherlock Mecklen! An ordinary person from Fars, here in the Inglima Empire following the envoy group, merely a minor character in it."

Aurora Sumei was slightly surprised and asked, "Are you a subordinate of the Augusladin High Priest?"

Charles suddenly felt uneasy. Just as he was about to retort, he heard Aurora Sumei say, "May I visit you at the Fars embassy tomorrow?"

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Aurora Sumei hadn't thought of anything untoward. Although he was puzzled as to why Miss Sumei would want to visit him, he politely replied, "You are welcome anytime."

Aurora Sumei smiled slightly. This young girl was still very beautiful, definitely a top beauty, only slightly lacking the gentleness of a woman, leaving behind a scent as she gracefully departed.

Charles subconsciously compared her to Anne but quickly abandoned this dangerous thought.

Charles was thinking about what to do next, whether to continue finding a place to lie low or to seek out the Augusladin High Priest, when he heard a gentle voice, "Mister Mecklen, long time no see."

Charles looked up and saw a figure in a priest's robe. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "High Priest, I came to Notruden and have been wanting to find you, but after asking everyone, no one knew your whereabouts."

The Augusladin High Priest approached with a smile and said, "I've been busy running around for the empire's diplomacy, hardly having any time to return to the embassy."

"I'm in urgent need of help, and it's great that you've come, Mister Mecklen."

Charles asked, "There are many people in the envoy group; I'm just the eighth person, what can I do?"

The Augusladin High Priest said somewhat awkwardly, "The others, once they reached Notruden, just disappeared. Viscount Duranni has his own property here; the day after arriving in Notruden, he went home and never showed up again. The others all have their reasons, so no one can help."

"So, I only have Mister Mecklen to rely on, and I would like to visit..."

Charles suddenly remembered that Aurora Sumei would be visiting him tomorrow and said, "Tomorrow, a young lady will come to see me, could we choose another day?"

The Augusladin High Priest's expression revealed a mix of surprise and delight, "Is it that Miss Sumei?"

Charles nodded, and the Augusladin High Priest, with an unusually relaxed tone, said, "The one I plan to visit tomorrow is Miss Sumei's father."