The First Magic World War-Chapter 634 - 599, Black Monkey

Chapter 634: 599, Black Monkey Chapter 634: 599, Black Monkey Charles was surprised when he saw the visitor, exclaiming, “Cyrus!”

“How did you come here?”

Cyrus’s face was stern as he countered, “Aren’t we old friends?” He emphasized the word “old friends.”

Charles couldn’t help but laugh silently, saying, “Indeed, we are old friends.”

Their relationship was complex; despite deep animosity, they shared a peculiar camaraderie.

Charles stepped aside to let Cyrus into the room, telling him, “It’s a bit cluttered here, please don’t mind it.

I have Fars’ standard coffee, would you like a cup?” He didn’t know what Cyrus had come for, but he wasn’t in a hurry to ask since Cyrus would certainly tell him.

Cyrus didn’t care about the mess; he had been fighting for years and had endured all kinds of environments.

He sat down on a chair, lifted the coffee, took a sip, closed his eyes to savor it, and said, “The South Ceraph Reclamation Army is nearly out of people.”

Charles nodded, acknowledging, “I know!”

Lady Southseraph had fought fierce battles with Fars for many years to protect Byron, so it was a small miracle anyone survived at all.

Remaining old soldiers were considered literary phenomena.

Cyrus maintaining this army’s structure and a certain scale of operations indeed marked him as a top-notch talent, an exceptional military leader.

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Cyrus asked, “I heard that Vigo is doing quite well?”

Charles shrugged his shoulders and responded, “I never inquire about the private lives of my subordinates.

Maybe he finds this life enjoyable, maybe he finds it excruciating—who can say for sure?”

“He is now the commander of the Dolmabahçe Number!

You know, most Southseraph people have grown weary of the war, and Vigo isn’t very fond of fighting either; the Dolmabahçe Number hardly ever faces battle.”

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“I hope he and all those who were under my rule in Southseraph can forget their enmity, settle anywhere, and no longer harbor resentment because of their identity, nor fight just because they are Southseraph people.”

Cyrus sighed deeply, remaining silent for a long time!

He knew that under Charles’s rule, Southseraph people were fanatical and loyal, willing even to follow Charles’s orders to leave their homeland to escape the ravages of war.

Charles would protect all Southseraph people during wartime as much as possible and would strive after the war to compensate every Southseraph person so they could not only recover everything they had lost but potentially lead even better lives.

Cyrus’s men were Southseraph people, and they often communicated with their compatriots who lived under Charles’s rule.

These soldiers of the Restoration Army always felt a decreased will to fight after such communications.

Although the Southseraph region had disappeared, now occupied and renamed as a Free Area by the New World Conference, no Southseraph person was dissatisfied with this because they were willing to live in the New World Conference Area.

They could maintain their original lifestyle, and if wronged, they could even file complaints with Mecklenburg, which truly stood up for them.

If they wished to move elsewhere, every area in Mecklenburg welcomed them.

Cyrus also knew that nearly every Southseraph person, when talking about their lives, would proudly say, “We are doing much better than those scoundrels from Behemoth.”

Although Charles had managed Behemoth for a while, in the end, the elderly Emperor of Brittany never officially entrusted it to him.

Instead, he transformed the principality into a region under the direct jurisdiction of Strasbourg.

Behemoth’s living standards, as usual, were not much different from other areas in Fars, but significantly inferior to the rapidly developing economic prosperity in Duke Mecklen’s Duchy.

This was Lady Southseraph’s greatest source of pride, as her old enemies were now far surpassed by her.

Charles did not speak; he knew what kind of person Cyrus was—resolute and unshakable by mere words.

Cyrus remained silent for a long while before he spoke, “I have decided to become a member of the Blood Clan, but the majority of my South Ceraph Reclamation Army wishes to return to their homeland.”

“I have no turning back now, but the Southseraph warriors should no longer die for Byron’s wars,” he added.

“Do you want me to take them in?” asked Charles.

Cyrus nodded.

“Alright!” Charles responded.

Cyrus stood up, bowed slightly in an imperial manner, and then left Charles’s residence without another word.

Charles shook his head silently, thinking that it must have been a dire situation for Cyrus, a proud man, to set aside his grudges and plead for asylum for the South Ceraph Reclamation Army.

Taking in this group was actually a win-win situation.

Firstly, the South Ceraph Reclamation Army no longer existed on the Old Continent.

Secondly, it would earn the goodwill of all Southseraph people.

Charles did not truly view these veteran soldiers of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army the same as ordinary Southseraph people, as these were fanatics beyond changing—merely exhausted but bound to reignite their rebellious spirit eventually.

He planned to send them all to the free zones of the New World Conference and, through various interests, entice them to the Agres Sea, dispersing them far from integrating into his Duchy of Mecklen.

Not long after Cyrus left, several hundred ragged veterans arrived outside Charles’s residence, each of their gazes filled with resentment.

Yet beneath that resentment was profound exhaustion.

Having killed Jonathan, Charles knew these veterans of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army would never forgive him.

Therefore, he didn’t expect to move them to tears with an impassioned speech.

He simply explained briefly that he planned to arrange for them to go to Modova and from there, through the Labyrinth’s passage, to the free zones of the New World Conference.

An elderly veteran stepped forward, exclaiming, “We need food, water, shelter, and weapons!”

Charles shook his head and replied, “This is a war zone.

Resources are scarce.

I can only arrange for some food and water, no shelter, and no weapons.

But once you reach Modova, there will be sufficient supplies, and all your needs will be met.”

The veteran’s gaze hardened as he said, “Without adequate supplies, we are going nowhere.”

Charles sighed, about to bluntly send them back to Cyrus, when suddenly he heard cries rising everywhere in the city: “Monkeys, huge black monkeys!

Giant black monkeys as tall as mountains!”

Charles left the group of old South Ceraph Reclamation Army soldiers and soared into the sky, his expression changing instantly.

He too saw outside Xel City, a gigantic black monkey as large as a mountain, holding two peeled giant trees, thundering towards the city walls.