The First Magic World War-Chapter 297 - : 290, Senior, this undercover mission failed

Chapter 297: 290, Senior, this undercover mission failed

“It’s a pity that the first layer of Saint Michael City did not fall, otherwise the wealth obtained might have been more than the lower six layers combined,”

Charles thought of this and was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the Augusladin High Priest, who, with a beaming smile, said, “Mister Mecklen is in such good spirits.”

Charles replied, “Joy shared is doubled!”

The Augusladin High Priest smiled faintly. He certainly knew what “shared joy” meant. This time, infiltrating St. Michael Island was indeed a cause for “shared joy!”

Ban Lanmalock, standing nearby, was even more thrilled, sharing in the “shared joy.”

Charles knew that as someone born into a great nobility, Lanmalock might not consider money that important, so he granted him a fleet, allowing him to choose ten warships and to select sailors freely.

Indeed, Ban Lanmalock did not care about money, but he had a deep obsession with surpassing his father and achieving greatness. However, nobody thought this young lion could match his father. No matter his accomplishments, they would be compared to his father’s and found wanting in the conclusion.

Ban Lanmalock was not resentful, but every time he encountered such a situation, a seed of “rebellion” in his heart would sprout. It was as if Charles had just watered it.

Having his own fleet, being the son of a great noble, he could legally own this private fleet.

It was as if giving Ban Lanmalock a resounding push through a wide-open door, like showing an awkward young boy who had never touched a girl or knew what a smartphone was, the homepage of the dance section on Bilibili.

Ban Lanmalock occasionally felt grateful to Aurora. If it weren’t for Miss Sumei, he would have never met Charles, nor would he have dueled with Charles and formed a “solid friendship.” Charles would not have brought him along to attack St. Michael Island.

If he hadn’t been part of the attack on St. Michael Island, how could Ban Lanmalock, before turning twenty, have had his own fleet of ships? It wasn’t just one ship, but ten, and he could freely choose experienced sailors. Most importantly, these sailors were completely free of charge…

Charles’s promise to these pirates was that as long as they served him for five years, they would become legal residents of Cappadocia City and would own a piece of land and a house for free. If they didn’t like island life, they could go to Fars, where there were eleven cities to choose from for settlement. To save space, I won’t list the names of these cities.

If they disagreed with serving, their heads would be chopped off and thrown into the sea.

Almost no pirate chose the second option!

When Menilman’s fleet crossed paths with Charles’s, Charles brought the Augusladin High Priest, and Ban Lanmalock leapt onto Menilman’s flagship.

His ship also joined Menilman’s fleet.

Charles said, “Senior sister, the undercover mission this time was a failure.”

“Circumstances have changed, and we had to return ahead of schedule.”

“Although I’ve sent several messages, I have not discovered the Golden Goat Organization, nor have I managed to make contact with the rebel forces on Saint Michael Island, let alone locate the imprisonment location of those three Sacred Order members.”

“Hmm, it might have been on the first layer of Saint Michael City, which I failed to capture. There was a protective shield there, and even the Augusladin High Priest was powerless against it.”

The Augusladin High Priest cleared his throat and said, “Among the people you sent back, there are all the members of the ‘Golden Substitute Goat.’ After learning that they were captured by us, they have all revealed their identities.”

Charles was greatly startled and asked, “How did they get captured as well? Without St. Michael Island, they can’t act as insiders anymore, so aren’t these rebels useless? Shouldn’t we send them back?”

The Augusladin High Priest, with a face full of spring breeze, said with a smile, “They have all stated they’d rather die than go back, and are actually quite eager to join us.”

Menilman inquired, “Did you bring back a lot of people with you?”

Charles responded, “Nearly eighty or ninety thousand. I rescued all the slaves and also recruited the middle and lower-tier pirates. Senior sister, you can select a group of people for your needs, and I’ll arrange for the rest, as they have another destination.”

Sabastine couldn’t help but speak up, “Eighty or ninety thousand people? You’re boasting. Doesn’t that mean you practically emptied St. Michael Island?”

Charles chuckled awkwardly, about to be modest, when he suddenly noticed the female pirate. Previously, his eyes were so fixated on money that he hadn’t paid attention to Sabastine. Now, blurting out, he said, “Wonder Woman?”

He quickly realized his mistake, but the female pirate’s tall stature, long legs, robust figure, and elegantly exquisite face did indeed lead him to mistake her for “Gal Gadot.”

Especially since this female pirate was clad in leather armor, bearing a striking resemblance to Wonder Woman in her battle stance.

Sabastine couldn’t help but smile slightly and said, “Wonder Woman? I quite like that nickname. Is that the welcome gift you’re giving me?”

Feeling Sabastine’s aura, Charles realized that she was also a member of the Sacred Order and quickly said, “If you like it, it would be my greatest honor.”

Menilman, although somewhat skeptical, preferred to back up her junior brother and suggested, “Let’s return to Cappadocia first.”

Charles had also noticed Tumishen, but he didn’t mention the Beastman Sacred Order’s intimidation, greeting him warmly and reverently as a junior, which made the Old Leopard Man a bit uneasy.

When the fleet arrived in Cappadocia, with over two hundred vessels capable of long-distance travel, either merchant ships or converted warships, the sight was incredibly imposing.

Once Menilman came ashore, she realized Charles wasn’t exaggerating. There were indeed many new faces in Cappadocia, and that was only a portion of them, as Charles had sent some to Machu Picchu, where he too needed to reap some benefits.

The rescued slaves were much more reliable than the pirates. Having been slaves, they longed even more for a better life.

Indeed, Menilman didn’t need so many people. Without the leisure to catch up with Charles, she immersed herself in work. Digesting so many captives and warships was no easy task.

With nothing much to do after staying a few days, Charles noticed that Menilman, Tumishen, and even Sabastine were all busy.

Even the Augusladin High Priest and Count Ranmalock could see that, when it came to “explosion of troops,” The Empire’s First Rose was far behind her junior brother Charles. His annexation and recruitment were simply an “art.”

First, he disbanded any cliques, then divided them, offering various promises and enthusiastically encouraging them, selecting reliable people to offer the best treatment. He used these privileges as a carrot to entice those who had yet to benefit to work hard…

Especially, he implemented a system of identity recognition that eliminated differences in region, race, nationality, and habits, achieving extraordinarily wonderful results.

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