The First Magic World War-Chapter 631 - 596, haven’t played Black Myth

Chapter 631: 596, haven’t played Black Myth Chapter 631: 596, haven’t played Black Myth The old Emperor was quite affectionate towards Charles, saying, “I originally thought, once we returned to Strasbourg, we would hold two weddings, one for me and Akso, and one for you and Anne!

But I never expected war, that damned thing, to be like a nightmare that just won’t go away.”

Charles sighed.

Whether the old Emperor pretended not to know or genuinely did not want to, he truly no longer wished to fight.

Marrying Anne, living the good life in Strasbourg and Mecklenburg, occasionally taking vacations to Hot Spring Mountain, or even sailing the seas aboard the Legendary Warship—wasn’t that far more thrilling than any luxury yacht?

He couldn’t understand why Byron and Fars had initiated war in the first place.

So what if they ended up dividing up the Black Phoenix territory?

Hadn’t the best land fallen into his hands after all?

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Why go to such lengths?

Moreover, whether it was Fars or Byron, though they managed to maintain the dignity of the Empire, the economies of both nations were bound to decline for a while, and the standard of living at home would not get any better.

Inglima and the Lionheart Dynasty might have fared a bit better, but they were not without impact.

This time, Charles was very certain that it was not human forces that drove the war.

It was they who drove this war!

The Evil Gods from the New Continent, the Evil Gods from the Old Continent, the nine True Gods, those wishing to ascend to the Divine level…

These were the forces driving the war.

Charles didn’t know how long the war would last, but he deeply knew that the behind-the-scenes forces did not need victory, but war itself.

Therefore, the war wouldn’t end quickly, nor would a victor be decided swiftly; both sides would continue to fight until they were completely exhausted and their national strength was drained, until a new world order emerged.

Princess Akso said softly, “I don’t care about the war, I just want to know what Zimmerman is up to now?”

“If he really has the capacity, he should take all his bastards with him, even take all his women over there, so they stop giving me headaches.”

Charles broke into a sweat at his forehead.

This was a topic he particularly did not want to touch, nor dared to.

Those children were already using the Mekren name, and Princess Akso had always been in the dark about this matter.

Logically speaking, those children were her grandchildren, her own blood through and through.

They also carried the bloodlines of both the Axel and Robin families; even if one considered the maternal lines, the family encompassed nearly a hundred families within Fars.

If given a few hundred more years, once the House Meklen flourished and spread its branches, this family could even claim to be the noble origin of the Old Continent, with almost all nobles able to trace their lineage back to the House Meklen.

Charles didn’t know what that scenario would look like!

Charles inquired after Anne and learned that she was managing state affairs for her father and brother in Strasbourg and doing increasingly well, which brought him considerable comfort.

After all, Anne had experience presiding over the politics of Mecklenburg and commanding troops to resist the New World Conference; such trials could hone people into demonstrating exceptional abilities.

Charles spent half a day at the Fars military base before heading to Byron’s military district.

Although Fars and Byron were adversaries, there was quite frequent contact between the upper-class nobles; Juno had studied in Fars, and Duchess Mesu had connections with Byron’s high-ranking officials.

Charles himself had quite a few friends in Byron, and upon arriving at Byron’s military district, he didn’t see his teacher Juno but did encounter Count Constantine…

an old acquaintance, one could say.

Count Constantine looked much better than the last time they met, even had a bit of a youthful swagger about him.

Seeing Charles, he asked, “Andreas says he’s living quite comfortably with you, no?”

Charles let out an embarrassed chuckle, “Andreas loves a good crowd.”

Count Constantine was silent for a while before saying, “It’s good that he doesn’t have any descendants and maintains his human identity.”

Charles didn’t know quite what to say in response.

He was very uncertain whether Andreas had any descendants…

It seemed that Constantine must have already been reborn as a Vampire, every move exuding a ghostly and supple aura.

However, precisely because of this, the current strength of Count Constantine must be even greater.

On a whim, Charles asked, “What do you think of Zimmerman?”

Count Constantine said indifferently, “Since Juno and Borozhe could repel him, I suppose I could as well.

However, if he continues to grow stronger, none of us will be his match.”

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Charles sighed, “He will certainly continue to get stronger, and Sacred level peak won’t be his limit.”

Count Constantine glanced at Charles and said lightly, “What comes next will depend on the will of the gods.”

Charles deeply agreed.

The two were not close friends, nor were they familiar, and the conversation began to dwindle.

After a moment of contemplation, Count Constantine took out a Rapier and handed it to Charles, “Do me a favor and give this to Andreas, and keep an eye on him too, don’t let him take too many risks.

His strength was once enough to roam the continent freely, but now Sacred level is no longer sufficient.”

“Juno has left temporarily, probably to find a way to defeat Zimmerman.

He might not return for a few days.”

Charles accepted the Rapier, “I’ll deliver it to Andreas and keep him away from danger.

As you know, I never let my subordinates take undue risks.”

“Since Juno, my mentor, is not here, I shall revisit in a while.”

When Juno was absent, Count Constantine was Byron’s commander.

In fact, even when Juno was present, it was Count Constantine who oversaw the military affairs.

Although Juno held a very high position, he was too detached, like an idle cloud and a wild crane, rarely dealing with worldly matters.

When Charles arrived and Juno was not there, he naturally was brought to meet with him.

Now, Charles bid farewell and left the makeshift office that Constantine was using.

Just as he stepped out, he saw an enthusiastically welcoming Julian.

Opening his arms wide, Julian called out, “Charles!

It’s been so long.”

Charles too opened his arms and embraced his good friend warmly.

After letting go of Julian, Charles couldn’t help but ask, “You’ve also advanced to Sacred level?”

Julian shrugged, “Hard work always pays off.”

He added, “And just so you know, the youngest Sacred level on the Old Continent is now one hundred percent Julian Asilo.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile slightly, “Indeed, Andreas is getting on in years now.”

Both of them knew very well that not long ago Ban Lanmalock had advanced to Sacred level and had already taken the title of the youngest at Sacred level from Andreas once before, but they tacitly didn’t mention this.

Julian said, “Let me take you out to eat!

However, there’s nothing much good around here; we have to go to a different district, the Inglima military sector, where there’s a decent restaurant.

Those Inglima folks are quite particular and have ensured a stable supply for that restaurant.”