The First Magic World War

"Charles said indifferently, "You attack my territory, and you want to steal my lover. Do you honestly think there's anything left to discuss between us?"

Mocher replied, "It's only Avesh and Montblanc who want to divide your woman. Those who harbored such thoughts have already fled. We simply wish to settle back on the Old Continent!"

With a slight smile, Charles asked, "Your settlement, is that what you call attacking my territory?"

Mocher said, "We can serve you for five years."

Charles shrugged and replied, "Sorry! I can't possibly trust you."

"What if the person who just fled comes back and asks you to collaborate from inside and out. Guess what, how would you and those behind you act? And do you think I would believe in your loyalty?"

Charles was waiting for the Holy Light Divine State Title to arrive. Without this Legendary Warship to add weight to his presence, he was still confident he could take down those of high level and a dozen ships from the New Continent, but there would inevitably be casualties, and he'd rather not lose any of his own high-level subordinates.

"How can I make you trust us?" Mocher inquired.

Without hesitation, Charles responded, "I don't care about the others, just make a little sacrifice and that should suffice."

A slight stir arose from the high-level individuals behind Mocher. Naturally, they hoped Mocher would agree. Mocher fell into a brief pondering, sensing the feelings of his companions behind him. They all hoped he would make a sacrifice - such is human nature. Mocher asked, "What sacrifice do I need to make?"

With a slight smile, Charles pulled out a Magic Contract and said, "Sign this with me! But not for five years, for life."

This Magic Contract, a spoil of war obtained from battling "Zimmerman" in the Labyrinth, was perfectly suitable for this occasion.

Mocher's expression instantly changed, and as he was about to firmly refuse, a childish voice, full of surprise, called out, "Daddy!"

A small figure emerged from nowhere, plunging into Charles's arms. Charles, cradling his unexpected little princess, couldn't help but swallow saliva. In his mind, Emilia's level of danger was certainly no less than that of the Holy Light Divine State, holding his little daughter felt like holding a nuclear bomb, the kind that's already counting down.

Mocher couldn't help but swallow his saliva too, pushing down the words of opposition he had been about to utter. He knew he could also summon the Evil God, but Charles clearly held an Evil God in his arms. If he showed opposition, he believed Charles would not mind killing them all.

After much contemplation, Mocher asked in a low voice, "Can I bargain for some privileges?"

With a slight smile, Charles replied, "No problem!"

Both parties discussed the terms of the magic contract meticulously, making Herolf and Quedero feel quite envious. They had signed their contract in confusion; how could they have ever received such favorable treatment?

Mecklen still didn't know that he had already earned the stark envy of his peers before even joining.

After the amicable negotiations, Mecklen signed his name on the magic contract document. Immediately, he heard a light chuckle. The magic contract turned into a burst of light and flew into the void, falling into the river of fate.

Charles glanced at the warships below and said, "I'll take these ships! Mecklen, split them into two groups. One group will join the Empire Rose Fleet and the other will join the Eastwind Fleet! Hmm, keep that most beautiful magical alchemy warship separate; I want to give it to Princess May."

Charles naturally had to show his gratitude to those who came to help, unaware of Anne's arrangements, so he casually gave away this remaining fleet.

A high-level figure expressed his discontent, "We pledge allegiance to you, and our warships are taken away? Why should we even pledge allegiance?"

Charles looked at him and said to the void, "Ysamiel, kill him."

A kind-looking man stepped out of the void, smiled faintly, became a whirlwind, and embraced the newcomer from the New Continent. Despite the man's struggle, he could not break free, and then both of their figures vanished into thin air.

Charles's blatant show of force left the high-level group speechless. They understood that this was Charles's punishment. After all, they had attacked the Mecklen Duchy. As for whether they had thoughts of seizing hostages, Charles could pretend they hadn't, but he wouldn't truly believe it...

With Mecklen delaying them for a bit, Charles saw that he could no longer catch up with Avesh and said lightly, "Let's wait in the open sea for a few days until Menilman, Princess May, and Sophia Garanord all leave, then we can return to Black Phoenix City."

Several hours later, the Holy Light Divine State Title arrived at the battlefield. When the high-level figures from the New Continent boarded this legendary warship, even Mecklen couldn't help exclaiming, "The nobles of the Old Continent... live in such luxury."

Charles's stalling tactics were quite effective. Three days later, Mei Guillermo's flagship, Queen Bee, passed through the area. Charles hurriedly caught up, presenting a carefully selected, top-quality magical alchemy warship. Her Royal Highness the Princess didn't say anything except for ensuring he met his deadlines. However, after receiving the gift, her mood improved significantly.

After Princess May's two warships departed, taking only a day, Sophia Garanord's fleet appeared. Charles followed once more, offering three magical alchemy warships and six standard warships. When Anne relayed the message to Charles on behalf of Sophia Garanord, she was incredibly bold, but when facing Charles alone, she said nothing. She knew that Charles must understand her intentions, and she did not want to inconvenience him.

Although Sophia Garanord said nothing, her eyes brimmed with emotion, nearly in tears, making Charles feel rather uncomfortable. He chose two more female high-level figures from the New Continent to give to her as a bonus. The two women were quite willing upon learning that this young woman was the daughter of the Fars Empire Minister of War and also a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Navy with real power. After all, with so many high-level figures around Charles, their status wouldn't be very high, but serving under Sophia Garanord would be an elevation.

In the end, Sophia Garanord commanded her fleet to leave. When she climbed to the highest mast and could no longer see Charles's figure, she couldn't help but cry aloud, regretting that she had hesitated in the past.

Menilman's fleet was the last to arrive. Charles not only gave away the rest of the magical alchemy warships and warships but also "gifted" five high-level figures.

Three of the high-level figures were reluctant to part with their ships, being extras to the magical alchemy warships, while the other two volunteered to "transfer" after hearing that Menilman was the lead figure of the Fars Navy, eyeing their future prospects. Although Charles would temporarily not pursue their attack on the Mecklen Duchy, that didn't mean he wouldn't bring it up again in the future. On Menilman's side, however, they could relax a bit more.

Menilman received the warships with a beaming smile and set sail without any unnecessary words.