The First Magic World War

The new warden was a handsome man, very young, just over thirty. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Charles, "Mister Mecklen, you shouldn't be working here anymore."

Charles didn't know the man, yet the man knew him, a fact that was quite intriguing.

All Charles could reply was, "I haven't received my transfer orders, so of course I must be diligent in my duties."

The new warden laughed, "The first official task I've taken care of upon my appointment is to issue transfer orders for Mister Mecklen."

True to his word, the new warden called Charles into the warden's office and issued him transfer orders.

Only after receiving the transfer orders did Charles realize he had become a "glorious" Chief of the Patrolling Army!

Civilian Clerk Chiefs and military Sergeant Majors are commonly known as the lower rungs of the elite.

Upon reaching this level of position, one has certain opportunities to become a manager, to possess an official status. The Chief of the Patrolling Army is an official status, and Charles's new job level was a third-level Clerk Chief.

That is to say, Mister Charles Mecklen had once again been promoted beyond his rank, and he was now a thirty-fifth-grade official of the Empire.

According to Fars legal practice, all the Patrolling Army units nationwide are categorized by district, with each district's Patrolling Army having one chief, a civilian, and one overall patrol, a military officer, both working together to handle daily affairs. Nationally, the Patrolling Army is nominally under the direct jurisdiction of the Crown Prince, with no immediate superiors, but in reality, no Crown Prince has ever meddled in the affairs of the Patrolling Army.

The low effectiveness and chaotic state of the Fars Empire's district Patrolling Armies stem from a lack of oversight and accountability to any higher-ups.

His new workplace was in the Lucavaro District, and his current title was: Chief Charles Mecklen of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army.

Having received the transfer order, Charles thanked the new warden and bade him farewell, leaving Kilmainham Prison. After getting into a carriage, he hesitated for a moment, then decided to first pay a visit to his new Patrolling Army office. The adventurers could hold out for a few more days; it wouldn't hurt to delay a few hours.

Charles was very curious about the state of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army because right across from his residence on Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 was the Lucavaro District. In his recollection, it seemed there was hardly any Patrolling Army presence in this outer district.

More than an hour later, as he looked at the estate that had become desolate, repeatedly reassuring himself that this was indeed Sparrowhawk Street No. 1, he finally believed he hadn't mistakenly come to the wrong place.

The office of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army was located at the head of the west side of Sparrowhawk Street, directly opposite the Lucavaro District Administration Bureau. It hosted several departments in a joint office setting. In terms of area, it was quite impressive, nearly rivaling the bureau across the street. It was a medium-sized manor, covering more than 6,000 square pimi—almost the size of a standard soccer field. After all, the outer fifteen districts were larger than the upper seven, making land and housing less expensive.

However, it had been abandoned for who knows how many years, devoid of any people, showing no signs whatsoever that anyone had ever worked there.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Charles held his forehead, muttering to himself, "My impression was correct; there really is no Patrolling Army in the Lucavaro District."

He was quite sure he was being targeted.

Indeed, he had been promoted, from a thirty-seventh-grade first-level Clerk Chief to a thirty-fifth-grade third-level Clerk, and his salary had considerably increased as well, from a weekly six Fu Er and fifteen Sheng Ding to seven Fu Er and twenty-five Sheng Ding. Moreover, he had become the seemingly prestigious and powerful Chief of the Patrolling Army, in charge of the entire Lucavaro District Patrolling Army.

The status of the Chief and the overall patrol of the Patrolling Army is based on the grade of their positions. The Chief of the Patrolling Army generally has a higher grade, and therefore, usually holds a status above that of the overall patrol.

But a completely abandoned, deserted office location not only indicated that the head was a "leader without troops" but also suggested that someone had definitely played some tricks—he was "exiled" here, not "promoted."

Charles even got off the carriage and walked around the abandoned manor, confirming that indeed no one was there, as well as the presence of more than one nest of weasels, before he got back onto the carriage.

This time, he no longer delayed and went straight to Machu Picchu.

Charles wasn't sure if seeking help from his senior Menilman would be of any use, but he didn't plan to find the senior, despite her long and straight legs. He had his own ways—relying on oneself was better than relying on others, as a true man should.

What Charles didn't know was that Menilman had indeed become a naval officer, as he had jinxed. She had returned to Strasbourg not long before and was soon assigned to a fleet. She was no longer in the capital today and was already tied up with military duties, too busy to be disturbed.

On the way, he opened his money bag, which contained a thick stack of fifty-pharis notes.

Though Charles had anticipated that this "dirty money" would be substantial, he hadn't expected it to be so much! He counted it, a total of one hundred and fifty notes, which amounted to seven hundred and fifty Aegeus.

From searching Wells, Charles had obtained five Aegeus, and he had also received two hundred Aegeus as an appraisal fee from Louis Simi. Without counting change, he now had only seven hundred and ninety-eight Aegeus.

This "dirty money" had suddenly doubled his wealth.

Of course, this was no surprise.

Considering Magru Teller's position, it was certain that he had a considerable fortune. The embezzled money he coughed up was probably but a small fraction of the former jailor's wealth.

Charles thought to himself, "With this money, I should pay off the house on Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58. It might be worth considering buying a carriage, or finding a way to start my own business."

"As a transmigrator, how can I justify not starting a business that makes money?"

A day and a half later, Charles saw Machu Picchu again and felt quite emotional.

After its complete "maze-ification," he had established a peculiar connection with the ancient Beastman fortress ruins; he could even sense much of what was happening throughout the maze purely by perception.

This sense was weaker than Insight; it was a bit like being nearsighted by seven hundred degrees, watching a movie without glasses. You could get the whole story's thread but not see what the protagonist looked like.

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Of course, this subtle connection required him to be within a certain range. He had no perception of Machu Picchu while he was in Strasbourg.

As he neared the ancient fortress of the Beastman Kingdom, Charles reconnected with Machu Picchu and chuckled, "Interesting, even Lord Leo has been trapped."

Charles asked the coachman to wait outside and entered Machu Picchu alone.

There was no one left in the conference hall; it was a mess everywhere, with marks of swords on the floor and walls, dents caused by weapons like giant axes, spiked hammers, and large clubs, and there were also two unlucky corpses. However, they were not people Charles knew; evidently, a battle had taken place here.

Charles stood in the conference hall for a short while, then turned and entered deeper into the fortress. He walked leisurely, not even bothering to draw a weapon, as if strolling leisurely in his own home.