The First Magic World War-Chapter 296 - : I still believe in my junior.

Chapter 296: I still believe in my junior.

Menilman led the fleet back, her comrades Tumishen and Sabastine displaying some joy on their faces.

Tumishen had brought a part of the Orc Assassin Alliance to join Menilman, hoping that The Empire’s First Rose would let him fully realize his ambitions.

Sabastine was a female pirate who had been subdued by Zimmerman. When Zimmerman led them to join Fars, she was initially quite happy. After all, how could being a pirate compare to being an admiral of a great empire?

But Sabastine didn’t expect that once Zimmerman returned to Fars, he stopped caring for these subdued pirates. They were often suppressed within the Imperial Navy, and with her fiery temperament, she simply colluded with a bunch of pirates, deserted the Fars Empire Navy, and returned to her old profession.

She wasn’t like Tumishen, who defected voluntarily. Menilman also faced suppression in the Imperial Navy and had to seek supplies on her own. The Empire’s First Rose located Sabastine’s hideout and stormed it; Sabastine was subdued by Menilman in a duel. As a pirate, she didn’t particularly care which master she followed, so she surrendered right away.

After her surrender, Sabastine still worried that Menilman might not hold out, considering The Empire’s First Rose was forced to rob pirates, which spoke volumes of her dire situation.

However, the female pirate didn’t foresee that Menilman would suddenly acquire a large cache of supplies from Silver Pigeon Fort. Later, she even made Little Inglima in Cappadocia into an outpost. This trading hub not only thrived commercially, but also provided Menilman with nearly twenty ships, boosting her forces significantly and enabling her to secure a foothold in the Whale Sea.

Sabastine had thought this was good enough and was surprised when Menilman aimed to attack Saint Michael Island—she almost thought Menilman had gone mad. As a pirate, she knew just how powerful the Golden Ram fleet was! It was certainly not a target Menilman could conquer.

But still…

Sabastine never expected that Menilman would find a “person” to infiltrate Saint Michael, who provided several key pieces of intelligence and even managed to divert the fearsome Queen Bee, revealing Golden Ram Herolf’s location and setting up the ambush.

The intelligence Menilman received was that the Queen Bee had been stolen…

Sabastine simply couldn’t believe such absurd talk; only foolish pigs would take it for truth. But this time, indeed, Golden Ram Herolf wasn’t with the Queen Bee, only a Magical Alchemy Warship was, catching Menilman off guard.

With three from the Sacred Order attacking, they forced Golden Ram Herolf into a mistake, seizing more than twenty warships of fairly good quality.

Today Menilman’s fleet had gloriously broken through the one-hundred mark and now counted one hundred and twenty warships. Although lacking a Magical Alchemy Warship, it was virtually the largest fleet in the Whale Sea apart from those of the Five Great Empires.

Of course, Menilman was still officially an admiral of the Fars Empire.

Sabastine couldn’t help but say, “Although we didn’t severely damage Golden Ram Herolf, by taking his fleet, we should have deterred him from coveting Cappadocia any longer.”

“However, we also need to be cautious—he may come for a final battle after switching to the Queen Bee.”

“That Ancient Magic Warship is indeed too vicious.”

“Very difficult to deal with.”

Menilman said indifferently, “He won’t have the Queen Bee anymore.”

Sabastine scoffed, saying, “Your junior from Sheffield University claims that someone has already taken the Queen Bee. Although his recent intelligence has been reliable, I still advise you not to believe him.”

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“You know, as long as the Golden Ring is in hand, no one can take the Queen Bee from Golden Ram Herolf.”

Menilman said softly, “I still believe in my junior.”

“Forget it, let’s not argue anymore.”

“We’re heading back to Cappadocia. We need to reorganize the fleet.”

“Sabastine, it’s time you had a fleet of your own.”

Upon hearing that she could once again have her own fleet, Sabastine was overjoyed and no longer cared about the matter with the junior.

Menilman kept the information about this junior highly confidential, not even sharing it with her or Tumishen. Who exactly was this person? Sabastine was quite curious. What kind of person was this graduate of Sheffield University and why had he earned Menilman’s trust?

When the fleet appeared in the waters off Cappadocia, the expressions of the three Sacred Order members became solemn. Beyond Cappadocia City, unexpectedly, there were over a hundred ships, including warships and merchant ships. Many of them had a certain reputation on the Seven Seas, belonging either to a slaver or to the dark trade fleet, most of which were related to the Golden Ram fleet.

Suddenly, an idea struck Sabastine, and she thought, “Could it be that Golden Ram Herolf was employing a trap, luring us to attack while the Queen Bee seized Cappadocia for him?”

“Although the fleet is intact, without a base, how are we to resupply?”

“Golden Ram Herolf is indeed cunning and deceitful.”

“Yet he really sacrificed more than twenty ships…”

“Is this a form of warfare wisdom?”

As Sabastine was pondering over the logical flaws, she saw a person radiating brilliant light, floating up into the sky, a gentle voice spreading through the heavens, “I am Augustine’s High Priest. Miss Menilman, do not worry. These ships, brought back from Saint Michael Island, are our spoils of war.”

A large ship sailed out from the port of Cappadocia. Charles, hands on his hips, appeared quite jubilant. He had just calculated the income from this “robbery”—it was indeed a vast fortune, equivalent to twenty-seven or twenty-eight Baron Fabolais.

Charles wore a smile not because he was looking forward to seeing Menilman again, but because he had made a substantial fortune, “Ridiculous, thinking of doing business after coming here? What business could compare to wartime profits?”

“Well, alright!”

“Writing novels is also quite profitable. Emperor Alfred Guillaume had even promised me, ‘Once your manuscript, Red Dragon Emperor, is submitted, I’ll grant you a piece of land on the New Continent!’”

“I wonder how large that piece of land might be?”

Thinking of this, Charles’s face was filled with happiness.

This expression, seen by Sabastine, made her involuntarily shrug her shoulders. The shock from learning that the port’s fleet in Cappadocia City was seized from Saint Michael Island had shifted entirely to a single thought: “Truly worthy of being the Empire’s First Rose, her charm is irresistible.”

“A person who could summon Augustine’s High Priest, and with both wisdom and bravery, seized over a hundred ships from Saint Michael Island, is truly a figure not inferior to Zimmerman.”

“Such a figure, and yet he’s her loyal servant.”

“When will the day come when such a man pursues me?”

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