The First Magic World War

Indeed, having the company of a beautiful girl, riding in a prestigious carriage, sipping coffee while gazing at the riverside scenery of the Rose River, was exceptionally delightful.

Back on Earth, as an ordinary math teacher, Mr. Huang had never experienced such luxury.

On modern Earth, humanity was simply too competitive, and it was even more difficult to stand out!

Charles was chatting leisurely with Anne while also finding time to practice Bloody Glory. Perhaps it was the relaxed environment that provided a special boost, for as they passed the Lantern Tower built in memory of the Lampbearer, the Bloody Vortex on his left leg suddenly trembled slightly and a Bloody Rune quietly took shape...

Charles couldn't help but smile broadly, thinking to himself, "Great, I've finally mastered the rune of the Quickness Technique."

Charles felt as though his body had become half its weight, but in front of Anne, it wasn't appropriate to start hopping around like a toad to try out his new special ability.

He suppressed his urge, remaining calm and relaxed as he continued to enjoy the scenery with Anne, occasionally stepping out of the carriage to visit a stylish shop by the roadside.

If there were no threat from the Evil God, no imminent duel, and no grievances with the Liemar Detective Agency, this kind of life was exactly what a less ambitious transmigrator would adore.

The ambition stirred up during Charles's escape dissolved by one or two percent in such an atmosphere.

When he dropped Anne back at the University of Georgia and her carriage was still parked at the school by the time he returned to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, it was already evening.

Charles specifically asked Madam Nancy if she would be going home.

Madam Nancy said she could stay at home, needing only half a day off each week.

Charles, being a modern man, keenly spotted an issue and asked, "Madam Nancy, do you have any family members that need looking after?"

Madam Nancy, slightly embarrassed, replied, "I have a son!"

Charles asked, "Is he still in school?"

Madam Nancy's expression turned somber as she answered, "He dropped out over half a year ago."

Charles smiled, "I'm in need of a young manservant to help with some chores. Let your son assist me."

Madam Nancy was overjoyed, thanking him profusely. After confirming that Charles wouldn't be going out, she drove away from Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 to fetch her belongings.

Charles wasn't worried about the newly hired coachman not coming back. The carriage service provided guarantees, and he was a high-ranking official in the Patrolling Army. Normally, the Patrolling Army's case-solving efficiency was low, but for their commander's case, the efficiency would certainly be higher and other district patrols would cooperate, as this was an "internal case".n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Alone at last, Charles could no longer contain himself. In the yard, he activated the Quickness Technique rune, and to his astonishment, he leapt to a height of seven to eight meters.

This height was indeed terrifying, comparable only to some of the more renowned leaping antelopes.

Charles bent his body and sped around the yard. His speed was so fast it almost seemed as though his feet didn't touch the ground. He had come to a fantastical world, yet it was as if he possessed the legendary Qinggong.

Charles repeatedly practiced the Quickness Technique in his own yard, growing increasingly pleased with this special ability. The Quickness Technique's drain on Bloody Glory was very low; as a Fourth Order Transcendent, he could maintain the Quickness Technique nearly all day long.

Madam Nancy returned quickly, and as a coachman, she naturally didn't have a living space upstairs, but found a spot in the basement to set up her bed.

Although Charles felt somewhat reluctant, this was not Earth, and if he allowed Madam Nancy to move upstairs, rumors about his fondness for robust female coachmen would likely spread uncontrollably, even affecting Anne Brittany's perception of him.

Such kindness wouldn't substantially improve Madam Nancy's circumstances, at most it would satisfy the transmigrator's petty awkwardness.

Charles was not a person prone to awkwardness, so he only felt uneasy for a moment before adapting to the local customs.

Having a carriage indeed made things more convenient, and the very next day it rained, Charles rode the carriage to Sparrowhawk Street No. 1, enjoying the rainy view through the window with delight.

Of course, if he didn't have the carriage, he definitely wouldn't have gone to work today.

After all, in the Lucavaro District, he was the boss of the Patrolling Army.

Nominally, Charles had over seven hundred people under him, more than a hundred of whom were adventurers he had recruited himself. Additionally, Dobin had brought over a hundred members of the Patrolling Army, so the actual number of people he could mobilize was two hundred and sixty-seven.

When he reached Sparrowhawk Street No. 1, one hundred ninety members of the Patrolling Army were actually present. Seventy to eighty had taken leaves or simply skipped work.

Charles knew that now was not the time to fuss about this.

He initially received paperwork for over one hundred seventy people from the Central Government Office of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army, although among those, the positions of thirty-some people were "fudged," but after processing the adventurers' documents, there were still a few extra sheets.

Charles first arranged for Madam Nancy to get an identity in the Patrolling Army, but Madam Nancy could only take up the lowest-ranking position. As a fifty-third class first-grade private in the Patrolling Army, her weekly salary was only thirty-five Sheng Ding, which couldn't fully cover her salary expenses, and Charles had to dip into his own pocket to make up the fifty Sheng Ding.

A regular coachman definitely wouldn't be this expensive, and Charles didn't know why Madam Nancy was worth so much. But... who cares!?

After the probation period, if he was unsatisfied, he'd just fire her.

Whether private employees or Imperial Civil Servants, none were irreplaceable; the Fars Empire had no laws protecting labor rights.

Just like when he was still Clerk Chief, considered a low-tier elite of the Empire, he was still fired from his public position by Magru Teller.

Charles dealt with some "official matters" lightly.

As an external urban district, security in the Lucavaro District had virtually collapsed, mainly maintained by a delicate balance enforced by various gang members. Originally, the Patrolling Army here didn't "actually exist," but now that there was a Patrolling Army, conflicts with the previous gangs were inevitable.

However, aside from Dobin's proactive work, the rest of the Patrolling Army were just muddling along, and although there were a few minor conflicts, no major incident had occurred yet.

Dobin indeed had a good grasp on the gangs of Lucavaro District. As an outer urban area with a mix of city and rural influences, there were over twenty gangs, but the five largest controlled over ninety percent of the underground power in Lucavaro District.

Charles had no interest in these matters and merely got to know them; after all, with his own mess to deal with, how could he possibly handle the Patrolling Army's "business"?

Charles stayed in the Patrolling Army for a while, had a heart-to-heart talk with a dozen people—this was based on his experience dealing with mischievous students from his teaching days.

The recruited adventurers, still mindful of the money he had promised, and the Patrolling Army soldiers who came with Dobin, felt quite unsettled and needed some reassurance.