The First Magic World War

"It was all that damn Lady Southseraph!"

"Exactly, it was Lady Southseraph who killed the baroness."

"We fought desperately, but we couldn't stop those villains."

"We will avenge the baron."

"They wouldn't even spare the poor children."

Under Charles's efforts, nearly all the members of the Westwind Knights readily admitted that it was Lady Southseraph who had killed the baron's family.

Charles took a deep breath and shouted, "But among us, someone tipped off Lady Southseraph. Those who left the Knighthood today, I will report them accurately and mark their names on the battle report to the Empire, indicating their involvement in the slaughter of the baron's family."

The soldiers of the Westwind Knights were silent for a while, but soon someone started chanting slogans after Charles.

Charles, with his voice dry from speaking, finally calmed down the knights and then had Yellow Bear lead some men to collect the bodies of the baron's family. He himself led the team to take the bodies to the outskirts and burned them to ashes.

Baron Fehr died in battle, and the baroness and the three children were murdered by the "South Serif Restorationists," and just like that, Silver Pigeon Fort inexplicably fell into Charles's hands.

Without any hesitation, he brought a group of people and took up residence in the baron's mansion.

This time, he did not suggest dividing the baron's wealth among them.

The baron's wealth was substantial.

He worried that the hands of the Westwind Knights might lose control.

Getting a great sum of money today, and by nightfall, they might abscond with the funds, adding thousands of fugitives to the Empire, impacting the social order.

Charles, Taoles, and Philedrica had just finished their meal, settled down in the baron's mansion, and took the opportunity to have a tour together.

The Leopard girl had regained her true appearance. The Westwind Knights were in chaos and fear, and no one paid attention to the beautiful girl who had joined the side of their leader. Even if someone did notice, nobody dared to ask.

Although Charles had not been in charge of the Westwind Knights for long, he had already established a certain authority. Everyone in the Knighthood knew that the leader was "ruthless and merciless," and no one dared to challenge his authority.

The baron's residence was not the most luxurious in the Fars Empire, at least not as substantial as 58 Sixth Avenue in the Val de Vaz District. The Brittany Family was undoubtedly many dimensions stronger than the Fehr Family.

However, as a seventh-rank noble, Baron Fehr's home still earned Charles's lavish praise. Silver Pigeon Fort was not a castle but a city like Strasbourg, but Baron Fehr's residence was indeed a castle.

Named—Dove Castle!

Baron Fehr, the first generation, commissioned the famous artist Milan Boudasso from Byron to construct it, a task that took thirteen years.

The initial selection for Dove Castle was a hill. Milan Boudasso cut half of the hill away. For the side facing outside the city, he created four layers of terraces, blending seamlessly with the walls of Silver Pigeon Fort. For the side facing inside, he designed a courtyard that was more than ten paces higher than the city's interior.

From the outside, Dove Castle stood tall and majestic. From within Dove Castle looking out, it offered a commanding and exhilarating view.

The Silver Pigeon Fort spans over 100,000 square paces, with five main buildings and nearly a thousand rooms. Generations of barons have amassed countless art pieces, famous paintings, antiques, sculptures, and even extraordinary objects, each of great value.

Charles's gaze flitted and his mind reeled as he continuously appraised the prices of these items.

He planned to craft a deceptive report to fool the Empire, but as a fourth-grade Clerk Chief, he didn't harbor much hope for it; if the Empire sent people to thoroughly investigate the matter, he would need to slip away and make a hasty escape.

On this occasion, Charles had left his home for battle, not flight, so he hadn't carried any cash with him. As was his habit, he had placed all his assets in the Savings Union. Now, stranded in Silver Pigeon Fort without any outlets of the Savings Union to withdraw his funds, he feared his money would be lost if he became a fugitive from the Empire. His only hope was that Baron Fehr's cash flow could compensate for some of his losses.

The thought of being unable to carry any gold, silver, jewels, or even his house and stable when fleeing filled Charles with considerable regret.

"Hmm!"

"If there's a one in ten thousand chance,"

"that the Empire believes my nonsense, they will still send someone to take over Silver Pigeon Fort; after all, it's the territory of a baron, and there's absolutely no chance they would hand it over to a thirty-fourth rank fourth-grade Clerk Chief."

"I'd better amass more wealth then, otherwise wouldn't all my efforts be in vain, ending up empty-handed after doing all the hard work?"

A butler followed quietly behind the trio, trembling slightly.

Out of a total of sixteen butlers in the baron's service, fifteen had already perished: four followed Baron Fehr to the front lines and were killed in the ensuing defeat, while the rest had just recently gone to the barracks and then...

It is said they were all slain by South Serif's restorers.

This remaining butler from the baron's manor, of course, didn't believe such twisted and malevolent fabrications, but he dared not disbelieve them either—he even felt that whether he believed it or not, he could be killed shortly.

However, as someone who had been trained since childhood to be a qualified butler, he had no other thoughts in mind but to diligently and loyally serve his new "masters."

Charles couldn't help but ask, "Butler Dart, do you know how many extraordinary objects the baron has collected in total?"

Butler Dart bolstered his spirits and said with a quivering voice, "The generations of barons only cared to collect the finest pieces, so there are not many extraordinary objects in the Pigeon Fort, merely forty-five!"

Charles was thrilled beyond measure and thought to himself, "Forty-five? Although not as many as those seized over the years in Kilmainham Prison, these have to be prime selections; the ones in the prison are hardly comparable."

Charles asked again, "Is there a catalog?"

Dart, while wiping sweat from his brow, said, "Yes, the baron would compile and catalog the household collections every year, complete with descriptions."

Charles said, "Fetch it for me."

He was quite pleased with the "baron's sensibility." In fact, many noble families on the Old Continent had the habit of compiling their collections into catalogs and then sending these catalogs to nearby nobility for ease of sharing.

This practice was not found among Earth's medieval nobility—an emblem of the difference between the two worlds.
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Soon enough, Charles obtained the catalog of Baron Fehr's collection. He skipped past the initial art pieces and found the pages on extraordinary objects. Baron Fehr had dedicated an entire page to each extraordinary object, complete with detailed descriptions.

Charles's eyes immediately fixated on a Knight's Spear; the few extraordinary objects he owned were either bloodsucking weapons or products of classic alchemy, but this Knight's Spear was a classic work of Classical Alchemy.