Chapter 369: 351. Beastman hits Charlotte the same way Baozi hits the dog.

Charles immediately dismissed the thought of confronting the Beastman camp.

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Although the Bull Demon Samson had already left, the remaining three of the Sacred Order were all immensely powerful. The strength of the Lion Amisfeida was not far off from that of the Bull Demon Samson, which meant he was almost on the same level as Earl Brittany.

Perhaps there would be a slight difference when the Lion and Earl Brittany fought, but for obliterating Charles, Old Goat, and Tumisen, it would probably be comparable to Earl Brittany—merely a difference in the methods employed.

But does it make a difference if one is killed in ten moves or twenty moves?

No difference.

The Lizard Black Dragon and the Silverback Gorilla Quidelo, similar in strength to Agon, automatically ranked in Charles’s mind on the same level as Sister Menilman. If Menilman came to reinforce and they found someone isolated, it could indeed be a fierce battle, but he also feared provoking the Lion…

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After pondering for a long while, Charles said, “First, let’s go back to Dubrovnik…”

As he finished this sentence, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him!

This flash of insight completely hit Charles, transforming him into a statue of mud and wood, making the Golden Ram Herolf secretly rejoice, thinking “Heaven’s punishment on Charles” and startling Tumisen—who didn’t know what was wrong.

With a trembling voice, Charles said, “Tumisen! The Beastman camp doesn’t know we are coming, right?”

Tumisen nodded and said, “They probably don’t know yet, but this can’t be hidden for long. They will soon find out that Dubrovnik has been taken by us.”

Charles then asked, “You’re a Beastman, right? Do you know Lion Amisfeida, Lizard Black Dragon, and Silverback Gorilla Quidelo?”

Tumisen said somewhat surprised, “Of course, I am also a Beastman of the Sacred Order. Although we aren’t close, we all know each other.”

Excited, Charles clapped his hands and said, “Right now we have twenty thousand Beastman warriors, and you, Tumisen, the leader of the Orc Assassin Alliance. We are the army of the Beastmen!”

“Why would the Beastman camp attack us?”

Reminded by Charles, Tumisen’s mind also seemed struck by lightning, and he realized it too.

The Beastman camp didn’t know that the Fars Empire had sent the Knighthood. Previously, the Westwind Knights were mostly human, and once detected by the Beastman camp, they would definitely attack. But now it was different; Dubrovnik had Tumisen, the true Leopard God, and twenty thousand Labyrinth Guardians, over ninety percent of whom were Beastmen.

If only Charles did not show up and hid five thousand members of the Westwind Knights, Dubrovnik would appear as a “city occupied by Beastmen.” The Beastman camp wouldn’t come to attack them; at most, they would send people to demand food.

Indeed, these Beastmen would inevitably come and never return.

To attack Charles was as futile as beating a dog with meat buns.

Charles burst into laughter. He had been oscillating between retreating quickly and summoning Sister, but now he was no longer hesitant!

With the Beastman army and Tumisen, the Leopard God, he could certainly rest easy and drink honey freely.

Charles glanced at the Red Dragon Strait; this was already the “seaway out,” though calling it the “seaway in” might work too? After all, the Red Dragon Strait wasn’t a river, and Charles, being a math teacher, wasn’t very familiar with geographical terms.

This was one of the widest spots in the Red Dragon Strait. He could have crossed over quickly using the Quickness Technique, but Charles didn’t want the hassle. Mentally weighing his options, although Tumisen, the Leopard God, and the Golden Ram Herolf weren’t as high-class as seniors like Menilman and Princess May, or even Sabastine—after all, being flown by a mature woman and commandeering were not the same feeling—at this point, he had no choice.

He said to Tumisen, “Master, please take me back to Dubrovnik!”

The Old Leopard Man had no choice but to grab Charles, soar into the air, and mid-flight, Charles spotted a fleet entering the Red Dragon Strait. Standing on a Magical Alchemy Warship was none other than the Female Pirate Sabastine.

Charles hurriedly said, “Take me to the bow of Sabastine’s ship.”

Tumisen and the Golden Ram Herolf landed successively on the Magical Alchemy Warship. Sabastine, seeing Charles, was quite happy and said, “Menilman is currently entangled with one of Byron’s fleets and can’t come over. She asked me to come and support you first.”

“You can rest assured, with this Magical Alchemy Warship, I can definitely protect you.”

The Old Goat glanced at the scene, his heart full of frustration. This Magical Alchemy Warship was originally his.

After Menilman captured the flagship of the Black Phoenix Dynasty’s fleet, she upgraded to a better Magical Alchemy Warship. The original, belonging to the Northern Fleet, ended up in Sabastine’s hands.

The Old Goat couldn’t help but think, “Why wasn’t it smitten just now? His whole body stiffened; shouldn’t he be sprawled on the ground, breathless?”

“The True God is unjust, the Evil God is weak!”

“Why hasn’t Charles, such a calamity, died yet?”

“My ship! Passed around by these damned women…”

The Old Goat didn’t know that his Queen Bee had also been transferred from one woman’s hands to another. Princess May had lent the Queen Bee to Sophia Garanord; otherwise, his heart would have felt even more blocked.

Charles quickly relayed all the intelligence he had heard from Tumisen to Sabastine and said, “Although we also have three people of the Sacred Order, it’s difficult to compete with the Beastman camp. However, I’ve recruited twenty thousand Beastmen, and we have the likes of Tumisen, the double-crosser. We should be able to pose as the Beastman army without too much worry.”

“Sabastine, would you like to also train in the Beast God Transformation Technique?”

Sabastine politely declined Charles’s request. Charles’s gaze was clear, seemingly devoid of any ulterior motives, but the female pirate couldn’t help but imagine Charles pleading with inescapable sincerity. “Sister Sabastine, turn into a cat-woman for me today, let’s have some fun. Sister Sabastine, let’s try something new and become a bunny girl today. Sister Sabastine, I heard centaurs are super cute, can you transform for me?”

Suddenly, Sabastine slapped Charles on the head and said, “Don’t think nonsense!”

Charles was completely puzzled. He hadn’t thought of anything—where did the accusation of nonsense come from?

He didn’t know that because of Anne MacLennan’s popular novels, many authors had imitated his style and published at least dozens of knock-offs. One called “The True Chronicles of Charles Meklen” also boldly named the protagonist Charles Meklen. He had a little maid who grew up with him, adept in Transformation Techniques, and in this knock-off, Charles especially liked making the little maid transform into various beautiful Beastwoman girls.

The author of “The True Chronicles of Charles Meklen” seemingly worried about being tracked down, used a bizarre pen name…

Ah, Sabastine had just finished reading this knock-off recently.