The First Magic World War

Chapter 131: 129. Magic Gun Bag



Magru Teller's Cursed Armament was rooted in the user's physique and soul. In a sense, the user's physique and soul were also part of the materials for the curse technique, completely inseparable. If the user died, the Cursed Armament was destroyed as well.

After his death, the Cursed Armament turned into remnants of curse technique, and the bullet pouch for Extraordinary Firearms perished alongside it. Charles sold it to a passing detective from the Westwind Knights, Reggie Asu, for twenty-five Aegeus.

Both of these magic gun pouches were leather gloves that exposed five fingers and possessed attributes that made them extremely difficult to wear out and kept them dust-free.

Baron Philed was excessively particular about his collection of magic items. He did not fancy weapons, especially not Extraordinary Firearms, so his collection contained only two magic guns, which had been given by Charles to Lady Taoles and Philedrica.

Charles did not feel any regret, as these people helped him guard Silver Pigeon Fort; the weapons were of no use to him. Entrusting them to those who could utilize them better was the right decision.

Charles was admiring these Extraordinary Items and had to admit, the Baron's taste was indeed exquisite. Aside from the lack of magic weapons, each piece in his collection was quite extraordinary, mostly worth hundreds of Aegeus, and a few even exceeding a thousand. These were the true representations of Baron Philed's riches.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Charles asked, "Who is it?"

A voice came from outside, tinged with excitement, "It's me, Dobin. I have some great news to share with you."

Charles, of course, would not entertain a gentleman in his bedroom. He opened the door and asked, "What's the good news?"

With a proud smile, Dobin spread his arms wide, his body emanating a faint, misty light.

Charles, surprised, asked, "Fighting Spirit? Have you advanced to a knight?"

Dobin nodded emphatically. He had once attended Habock Public School alongside Zimmerman Axel Robin. If it weren't for being forced to leave, he certainly would not have advanced to knighthood at such an old age.

Charles had never inquired about this aspect of Dobin's life, but recognizing the familiar glow on his body, he couldn't help but ask, "A Radiant Knight?"

Dobin answered, "Yes! I bought a Cultivation Secret Scroll for Radiant Knights at a high price, and have been diligently practicing the Radiant Breathing Method. I just got that Magic Stabbing Sword and couldn't resist practicing the swordsmanship for a while longer. I didn't expect to break through."

While Charles felt happy for him, he couldn't help recalling another high-order Knight who practiced the Radiant Breathing Method, Harriet Alva, the brother of the detective Addison from Westwind Knights, and the only opponent he'd ever defeated in a duel.

Although that time, he wasn't alone. He had help from Lord Leo and even utilized a firearm, which he had promised not to use.

Well, he had won nonetheless.

Dobin was as jubilant as a child. He prided himself on his excellent swordsmanship and talent, but he was only able to blend into the Patrolling Army, where he served as an inconsequential forty-seventh tier third-level sergeant, dealing with trivial tasks. His heart often felt heavy, though he appeared cheerful.

This time, following Charles out to battle, he worked tirelessly, taking on both his responsibilities and those not assigned to him, without a single complaint.

However, as new figures such as the Yellow Bear, Philedrica, The Spotted Deer Gwen, and The Wind Wolf Bankcroft began to emerge around Charles, he grew increasingly restless and developed a sense of crisis.

Having broken through the power seed and gained Fighting Spirit to become a knight, Dobin just wanted to share with Charles, despite Charles not being an ideal person to share with.

Charles said, "Gather everyone, let's celebrate with some drinks."

Dobin agreed and sent someone to inform the other colleagues.

The Silver Pigeon Fort was now occupied by the Westwind Knights, with several leaders having their own rooms. Charles had even incorporated the original baron's servant directly into his battle squad for easy command.

Soon, several people gathered in the banquet hall of Silver Pigeon Fort.

However, since it was rather rushed, the kitchen was still preparing the food, and only a few barrels of beer and a batch of fruit wine were available for now.

Charles raised his glass first and said, "Here's to Dobin becoming a knight."

Whether it was Taoles, Philedrica, or Yellow Bear, none of them were surprised by this; they all knew that Dobin's swordsmanship was outstanding and his foundation was solid, and that it was only a matter of time before he would break through.

The Spotted Deer Gwen and The Wind Wolf Bankcroft, although Tenth Grade Knights themselves, were adventurers and had become knights later in age than Dobin, and they sincerely congratulated him.

While his subordinates, although Taoles and Philedrica could hardly be counted as such, the former only being a subordinate and the latter more of an infiltrator, were around, Charles wanted to say something to boost morale.

He said in a solemn voice, "Before the new orders from the Empire are issued, we might be staying at Silver Pigeon Fort for a long time. Although we have achieved many victories along the way, we ultimately failed to save the baron and his family, and I don't know if there will be any punishment. But I can promise that I will take any responsibility and share any rewards with all of you."

Just as Charles was going to continue his motivational speech, having no military skills except for this little skill developed from being a teacher, someone hurriedly came in to report, "Lord Captain, Lady Southseraph is here again."

Charles put down his wine glass, walked out of the banquet hall without a word, and without needing his order, Taoles, Philedrica, Dobin, Yellow Bear, The Spotted Deer Gwen, and The Wind Wolf Bankcroft followed him up to the city walls.

From afar, Charles saw his "old acquaintance" Cyrus and couldn't help but shout with raised energy, "Cyrus, care for a duel between men?"

Cyrus, who despised him immensely, knew that Charles was "too scheming," still stepped out, wielded the Black Knight's Lance, and said, "Come down then!" Stay connected with empire

Charles hadn't expected that Cyrus actually planned to duel himself.

After having fought Cyrus, he knew the man was genuinely skilled. Although he had made continuous breakthroughs in battle and mastered two moves from the Asiluo Clan's Angel's Sonata Swordsmanship, he considered that given the great difference in their grades, a one-on-one battle would be difficult to win. Moreover, he couldn't leave Silver Pigeon Fort, otherwise the maze-ification would fail, so he had just been provoking his opponent casually. Seeing Cyrus stand before the assembled troops, he chuckled and said, "Just kidding, you took it seriously?"

Cyrus, furious, shouted, "Don't you have any knightly spirit at all?"

Charles responded, "I don't practice Fighting Spirit, I am not even a knight, so where would I get any knightly spirit from?"

With Charles's previous battle achievements, having single-handedly broken through the enemy's army and killed Lady Southseraph's leader Jonathan, despite his claim of joking, neither the Westwind Knights nor the militia of Silver Pigeon Fort believed he was afraid to fight, and they started to stir loudly, cheering for Charles and continuously mocking Cyrus.

Cyrus stared at Charles, smiled coldly, gestured with his hand, and two groups of South Serif warriors brought up several hundred heads, divided into three piles on the ground. He said, "I heard you are from Behemoth, so I randomly picked three families who had someone accepted into Strasbourg University, slaughtered them all. Do you want to check if any of your family members are here?"


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