The First Magic World War-Chapter 632 - 597, a bunch of good friends together

Chapter 632: 597, a bunch of good friends together Chapter 632: 597, a bunch of good friends together Charles certainly had no objections and said, “Since we are going to the military district in Inglima, let’s bring two more friends.”

Julian smiled slightly and said, “Ban Lanmalock has come, but Miss Sumei hasn’t, she’s a civilian worker and doesn’t need to go to the battlefield.”

When Charles heard this, he sighed deeply.

He was also a civilian worker, but at least half of his working time was spent fighting, and he had very little time to actually handle paperwork.

Julian, familiar with Xel City, quickly led Charles to a restaurant and, for the smallest denomination of Byron currency, had a passing child fetch Ban Lanmalock.

Of course, Julian had the experience not to pay the reward in advance…

About half an hour later, Ban Lanmalock appeared at the restaurant.

As the youngest lion of Britannia, he was extremely happy to see Charles.

Ever since he had lost a duel to Charles, he had considered him his best friend.

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Hmm, their friendship came mysteriously but was profound and deep.

As for Julian, the two had gotten to know each other only in Xel City, after all, they were each the most outstanding youths of their respective nations.

Many young people had vanished on the battlefield, and many had been tempered by it and grown, just like Charles, Ban Lanmalock, and Julian Asilo—typical examples of those who had weathered storms and grown.

The three casually ordered some food.

In this small city’s restaurant, it wasn’t as bustling as in their usual lives in Fars, Inglima, or the capital of Byron, and they couldn’t even get a full meal, only managing to scrape together some bread, jam, floral tea, and although coffee was lacking, they could buy large bottles of milk.

Ban Lanmalock wasn’t usually talkative, but now he was bubbling with excitement and said to the two, “I really want to challenge Zimmerman.”

Julian was startled and said, “You mustn’t do that, he would surely kill you.”

“We haven’t grown to our limits yet, challenging Zimmerman now is meaningless.”

Ban Lanmalock glanced at Charles and said, “I thought I had advanced to the Sacred level before you, taking a step ahead.

But I didn’t expect that I’m only at Tenth Grade while you can already hold your own against Zimmerman in battle.”

Charles smiled faintly and said, “It’s not really from my true strength.

When I advanced to the Sacred level, I used all my energy on the Quickness Technique.”

Julian shook his head and said, “Each special ability has its limits.

The maximum for the Quickness Technique should be eighteen layers!”

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“We will all eventually reach that level, there’s no need to waste our abilities on such escape tactics too soon.”

Charles was slightly surprised and thought, “Eighteen layers?

My Quickness Technique stalled at ×27 and couldn’t progress further!

Is there some misunderstanding?”

Charles probed further with a few indirect questions and discovered a “common knowledge”—that all special abilities have their limits.

Normal abilities can stack over eighteen times, which matched with Charles’ Flame Hand and Flame Scorching Blast Bullet, but powerful abilities must halve, and many can only stack six or seven times, with no records higher than that anywhere on the Old Continent.

Charles, the son of a merchant, had climbed up solely through sheer luck and the Evil God, without the ample educational resources, Extraordinary Knowledge, or commonsense insights about the transcendent, unlike Julian and Ban Lanmalock.

Although he had been taught by Juno, Juno wouldn’t teach such trivial things.

Still not giving up, Charles asked, “What happens if a special ability is stacked beyond eighteen layers?”

Julian shrugged his shoulders, just about to speak, when Ban Lanmalock said, “Divine level!”

He saw Charles looking puzzled and explained, “Only by ascending to the Divine level can one know what happens when it is stacked beyond eighteen layers.”

Charles thought of the Insight he had stacked up to ×18, which had transformed into Omniscience, and he suddenly had a slight epiphany…

But he still didn’t understand; if Insight could transform, why couldn’t the Quickness Technique?

If this were one of those web novels he had memorized, such disjointed descriptions would definitely make a bunch of readers yell: The author has eaten the setting!

Of course, there would also be rude readers who would comment: The dog author must have been writing in a daze, he definitely stayed up last night playing Black Monkey…

Well, that’s the epitome of humiliation.

Charles didn’t have many friends in Fars, and most of them were women; he found it relatively easier to relax when he was with Julian and Ban Lanmalock, casually discussing recent battle situations, Zimmerman, and the situations in various countries.

Honestly, the current state of several empires wasn’t very good.

Fars was the worst off, followed by Byron, Inglima was a bit better than these countries, but as an island nation, they didn’t gain much advantage during the division of the Black Phoenix, which caused widespread anger throughout the nation.

After dining with his two friends and ordering a few cups of tea, Charles suddenly remembered his Land Battleship and Centurion and thought to himself, “Using these myself can hardly balance the cost, but if I could sell them, there would be a profit.

Wouldn’t Julian and Ban Lanmalock be the best salespersons?”

He snapped his fingers, and a Magic Mirror opened up.

Charles said with a smile, “Recently in Mecklenburg, a man named William Triton invented two little gadgets.

The Land Battleship is too big, I can’t transport it here, but I can give each of you a Centurion!”

The two alloy Centurions clanked out of the Magic Mirror, and their empty bellies, upright shields in the front, shooting mounts on the sides, and the rifles hanging behind the shields, let Julian and Ban Lanmalock instantly know what these were used for.

Although both were now at the Sacred level, seeing such battlefield weapons still delighted them.

Julian said, “This thing can serve as a means of transport!”

Julian had ascended to the Sacred level, which enabled him to fly, but even Sacred level beings couldn’t keep flying long distances as it consumed too much energy and made them vulnerable when encountering enemies.

Ban Lanmalock also found the gadget quite interesting, thinking, “If it weren’t for the Sacred level, where I have no storage artifacts, this thing could not only be used for travel but also for transporting some materials.”

“Hmm, it’s also good for battle!”

“Much more useful than those fussy warhorses and it has a higher endurance for strength.”

Both unceremoniously accepted the gifts, Charles didn’t say another word, the most brilliant salesmanship is never tainted by the vulgar scent of money.

Just as Charles had successfully sold the two Centurions, he heard a cheerful laugh, and a voice said, “Sir Charles Mecklen!

You’ve come to Xel City, why didn’t you visit me first?”

Prince Berenhir Yasa of the Lionheart Dynasty nonchalantly walked into the dining room.