The First Magic World War-Chapter 244 - : 239, Strasbourg Rose

Chapter 244: 239, Strasbourg Rose

Over ten Sheffield University students seemed to have opened the floodgates of gossip as they all began to recall the person named Charlotte Mecklen.

Sophia Garanord even remembered this “senior.”

Indeed, Charlotte was not famous while at school, so when Sophia tried to remember the outstanding seniors, she couldn’t recall anyone with the surname Mecklen. However, once the topic of the man who chased away the West Wind Goddess from the University of Georgia was raised, not only the students of the University of Georgia but also those from Sheffield University respected him greatly.

After all, Charlotte was their senior, and many of the younger students felt a certain sense of pride in that.

This feeling was quite subtle and even gave this group of students a sudden sense of firm trust in Charlotte.

Sophia Garanord realized that Charlotte looked a little upset and quickly said, “So it’s Senior Charlotte, we are willing to follow your command on everything.”

Charlotte’s heart stirred and he asked, “I have some intelligence that I can’t get back to Strasbourg. If any of you has a way to sneak back into Strasbourg and bring this information back, I am willing to help with all my strength.”

“This time the orcs have gathered more than a dozen Sixth Order shamans, they might use the Great Wind Technique to lift the sand and attempt to bury Strasbourg.”

After hearing this news, Sophia Garanord was not surprised in the least and said, “Senior, if it’s this message, there’s no need to send it back to Strasbourg.”

“Strasbourg has at least forty to fifty members of the Sixth Order, a mere dozen orc Sixth Order shamans can’t create any significant trouble.”

“The orcs’ call upon the Great Wind Technique can also be countered by many among the Sixth Order.”

Charlotte blushed, as he was from a humble background, he truly did not know that Strasbourg had so many Sixth Order members hidden, and he was even more ignorant of what lay beyond the Sixth Order ranks?

Sophia Garanord’s words somewhat reassured him as he said, “Since there’s no need to deliver the message, let’s just roam around the outskirts of the orc army for now.”

“I suggest you all treat your injuries first, as there might be many battles ahead.”

Right after these words came out, a young man tore off a small piece of skin, pulling out a black cloth bag, and said, “I have the best Light Holy Water.”

“Sophia, you are the strongest among us, and you have been injured the most in protecting us, you should recover your strength as soon as possible. Take all this Light Holy Water for yourself!”

After declining several times, Sophia Garanord finally accepted it. She took out a fine-spouted porcelain bottle from the black bag, gently poured the liquid on her arm, and white mist swirled around as her broken bones made a cracking sound and regrew.

After treating her wounds, she hesitated a moment, then lifted her slender neck and drank a few drops of the liquid. Her complexion immediately brightened, showing a significant improvement in her injuries.

Sophia Garanord passed the bottle to another injured person and said, “Nenod, you should also treat your injuries, you are a Dark Knight, the best among us at frontal combat.”

The injured man did not hesitate and took the bottle, drinking a small sip as well.

The bottle was passed from one to another, as nearly all of these young people had injuries, and many were severe. Those companions who were more seriously injured had already been beaten to death by the orcs and had become their food.

The young man who took out the black bag appeared to be in pain, as he had originally just wanted to impress the Goddess of his heart, but Sophia Garanord ended up sharing it with everyone.

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Sophia Garanord finally handed him the black cloth bag and said, “When I return to Strasbourg, I’ll repay you double.”

The young man hesitated wanting to speak, ultimately remaining silent about not needing to be repaid.

Charles only found it amusing, and didn’t disturb the group of youths, waiting until they had regained some energy before having his subordinates present a selection of weapons for them to choose from.

Nenod chose a Knight’s Spear, and the others also picked weapons suitable for them. Sophia Garanord hesitated slightly then asked, “Do you have a Knight’s Spear of slightly better quality?”

Charles was slightly surprised and asked, “Aren’t you a Dark Moon spellcaster, junior sister?”

The young man who had just offered the holy water, somewhat boastfully interjected, “Not only is Sophia a Seventh Rank Dark Moon spellcaster, but she is also a Sixth Order Dark Knight; while the twelve goddesses of University of Georgia may be beautiful, our Rose of Sheffield is the most radiant flower among the four universities.”

Charles nodded slightly, suddenly recalling someone Julian had mentioned, and casually asked, “Junior sister, have you heard the name ‘Strasbourg Rose’?”

Sophia Garanord’s dirt-streaked face turned a shade of red, and she said, “That would be me!”

“You’ve heard of my nickname as well?”

Charles nodded and said, “I graduated many years ago and am not so familiar with the school anymore, but there was a guy named Julian who mentioned it to me.”

“I was just about to…”

Charles suddenly hit the brakes on his tongue, stopping himself from saying that he only knew of ‘The Empire’s First Rose,’ since that wouldn’t be very emotionally intelligent.

Full of curiosity, Sophia Garanord asked, “Julian?”

Charles nodded and replied, “It’s said that he is as famous as you, the youngest Byron Julian Asilo.”

Sophia Garanord let out an exclamation, and the rest of the University of Georgia’s young students joined in the chorus of surprise. Charles hadn’t heard much about Julian, but these young people, who were “in the know,” were surely aware of the youngest fearsome individuals under the age of twenty in the Five Great Empires, weren’t they? These were the figures they were preparing to challenge and hopefully surpass someday.

They were their most admired and esteemed contemporaries.

Seeing that they all seemed to have heard of Julian, and being somewhat curious himself, Charles decided not to continue the topic and said offhandedly, “Speaking of Julian, it reminds me, I do have a decent Knight’s Spear with me. However, this item holds sentimental value, so I can only lend it to you, junior sister.”

With a clap of his hands, a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior brought over a spear called Lion Maru. Knowing that his return to Strasbourg would inevitably lead to extremely fierce battles, Charles had prepared an extra Knight’s Spear.

Sophia Garanord took the Knight’s Spear known as Whale Butcher, also called Lion Maru, and recognized its origin with just one glance. She was completely stunned and stammered, “Is this the Whale Butcher?”

Charles nodded.

Quickly, Sophia Garanord asked again, “Is it the weapon of Ban Lanmalock?”

Charles smiled slightly and said, “Yes, not long ago I was on an envoy mission to Inglima; Ban Lanmalock insisted on duelling me. Under the witness of His Majesty Alfred Guillaume, we dueled on the Sevante River, and he lost this Knight’s Spear to me.”

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