The First Magic World War-Chapter 294 - : 287. The Return of the Golden Goat

Chapter 294: 287. The Return of the Golden Goat

Charles stood at the port, gazing at the sea for a while.

The diary in his arms remained still; he knew he had not yet taken control of St. Michael Island.

The ships still at St. Michael Island were controlled by pirates and slave traders on the second and third tiers, as well as underground merchants who didn’t believe someone could successfully rebel on St. Michael Island, so few had fled.

Charles acted swiftly and gained control of almost ninety percent of the ships. He had Ban Lanmalock command all the ships to transport a batch of liberated slaves to Cappadocia City.

The fleet commanded by Ban Lanmalock had just disappeared over the horizon.

Charles looked at the empty St. Michael Port, now devoid of a single ship, and a slight smile crept onto his face.

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He wasn’t sending all the ships to Menilman just to transport slaves; Ban Lanmalock taking the ships away was mainly to give them all to Menilman.

Charles planned to send all the slaves of St. Michael to Cappadocia City. If these people wished to return home, they could wait for merchant ships in Cappadocia; if they decided to stay and live, Cappadocia City, being on Song Spirit Island, a huge island, certainly had no trouble accommodating this batch of slaves.

If they wished to join Menilman or Charles’s forces, it would naturally be even more convenient.

As for the pirates of St. Michael, let’s not mention the lower-tier pirates. Even though some have done bad deeds, the number wouldn’t be too many. Charles didn’t have the capability to judge each one and would do a brief screening before sending them off to Machu Picchu to be integrated into his Westwind Knights.

For the middle and upper-tier pirates, Charles would hand them over to Ban Lanmalock, which would be a significant source of military merits.

Charles planned to keep only the most elite portion to guard St. Michael Island. If Golden Ram Herolf returned safely, he would surely flee immediately; if it were otherwise, Charles would be able to adapt accordingly.

Charles felt no regret at not being able to take the first tier of Saint Michael City; he had already made a huge profit and had dealt a severe blow to the Golden Goat Pirate Group, thus achieving his “strategic objective.”

These pirates didn’t care about the loss of slaves and lower-tier pirates, for to them, these were merely consumables. But without these consumables, the city would unquestionably be unable to function.

Like many large cities, having only well-dressed upper-class citizens is not enough for it to function. Despite their controlling the vast majority of wealth, the city would become lifeless without the labor force from the lower tiers; all city functions would cease to operate.

Golden Ram Herolf certainly didn’t understand this principle, and perhaps few on the Old Continent did either.

The Augusladin High Priest, in his flowing priestly robe, said with a smile, “I won’t need material goods for my share. Just transfer it to my account at the Savings Union in Strasbourg.”

Charles smiled slightly and said, “For such matters, High Priest, you need not instruct me. I will ensure it is done flawlessly.”

Charles, seeing no more trace of the fleet on the sea, was about to leave with the High Priest when he heard the rumble of cannon fire distantly echoing.

The two exchanged a smile and did not leave, patiently waiting for a while before two fleets appeared on the sea surface, engaged in fierce battle.

One fleet had fewer ships, only about twenty, but it included a Magical Alchemy Warship, and a tall, burly figure was floating above it. With the aid of the Magic Array on the Magical Alchemy Warship, he was fighting against three Sacred Order adversaries.

The Augusladin High Priest said indifferently, “That is the real use of a Magical Alchemy Warship. Its greatest function is to be a mobile Magic Array. As long as Golden Ram Herolf doesn’t stray far from this Magical Alchemy Warship, even Zimmerman wouldn’t necessarily be able to do anything to him.”

After watching for a while, Charles said, “Augusladin High Priest, would you like to join in and help?”

The Augusladin High Priest shook his head and said, “Even with one more person, the outcome of the battle cannot be changed.”

“We’re lucky that the Ancient Magic Warship of Goat Herolf was stolen by you. If he still had that warship, he might have even turned defeat into victory.”

Charles couldn’t help but click his tongue. He knew that the Ancient Magic Warship was more powerful than the ordinary Magical Alchemy Warships, but he couldn’t see just how formidable it was.

In his eyes, even the Magical Alchemy Warship was already quite impressive.

The Augusladin High Priest was unwilling to participate in the battle, and Charles didn’t insist, saying, “According to the High Priest’s prediction, does it mean that Senior Sister Menilman can’t win?”

The Augusladin High Priest said, “That’s correct.”

Charles said, “If that’s the case, we should also retreat.”

“Given the current situation of the battle, in a few more hours, Goat Herolf will withdraw to St. Michael Island.”

“If he can still grasp the secrets of St. Michael Island, then Senior Sister Menilman can only retreat as well.”

The Augusladin High Priest deeply agreed.

Though Charles felt somewhat regretful, he knew when to strive for something and when to decisively give up.

Young people always like to give up when they shouldn’t, and to be stubborn where they shouldn’t persevere.

They always think that failure will bring them experience, but in reality, they are just wasting time with no gains. Those who achieve success directly will leave them far behind.

There are countless motivational sayings in this world, but none can satisfy hunger.

The “pirate rebels” led by Charles and the Augusladin High Priest soon vanished from St. Michael Island.

A few hours later, while Goat Herolf was retreating from battle, he suddenly felt an additional layer of energy wrapping around him. He abruptly raised his hands, and a brilliant light emanated from his body.

An enormous shadow of a man with wings on his back, tens of pimi in height, appeared above St. Michael Island, and the presence of Goat Herolf continued to climb.

Menilman took one glance and immediately ordered a retreat.

The three Sacred Orders dispersed, and even with a Magical Alchemy Warship, Goat Herolf didn’t dare to pursue them. After all, Menilman was quite formidable. Without the durability of the Magical Alchemy Warship, he wasn’t sure he could defeat this Fars’s First Rose in a one-on-one fight.

Goat Herolf said coldly, “Menilman, as long as I hold St. Michael Island in my grasp, don’t you ever dream of coveting it again.”

“Without your Magical Alchemy Warship, even with the help of two Sacred Orders, you will always be powerless against me.”

Menilman’s complexion was as calm as still water, but her bright eyes were fixed on St. Michael Island, not looking at Goat Herolf any longer. She wondered how Charles was doing and whether he had escaped.

But she had no choice but to call off the attack, for the power of St. Michael Island was boundless, beyond the force that she currently wielded.

“I hope my junior is all right!”

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