First Wizarding World War

Aunt Karen said: "The person your lord the earl hired is more professional than this."

She waved her hand gently to let the words disappear, and suddenly she covered her mouth and laughed. The nanny recalled that on the day she got the investigation documents, the count wanted to kill Charlotte with his own hands, and she could understand that feeling.

"When the evil gods see young Mr. Mecklund, they may want to kill him."

"Because the paradise that the evil god exaggerated in order to lure people to fall is not as happy as his life."

"Only Anne can make such a rebellious young man willing to let go!"

Grandma Karen looked kind.

The dreamland quietly collapsed...

Charlotte was sitting in the carriage, feeling a little hesitant and murderous. Of course he knew what Hughes was threatening him with, and he still remembered it well! What Charlotte is most worried about now is whether Aunt Karen will know about these bad things. If Aunt Karen knows, it means that Annie also knows...

"lantern!"

"Xius, I want you to die badly."

"Aren't you going to duel? I will kill you right now in front of the two armies."

"In order to win against you in reality, I have several tricks up my sleeve."

"We'll see if your steel and iron bones can withstand a few rounds of magic-breaking armor bombs."

Charlotte would not believe Hughes. No matter what Hughes swore, he would not believe it. He originally didn't want to duel, but since Hughes insisted on exposing his big secret, Charlotte couldn't care less. She wanted to kill Hughes in the duel.

Charlotte got out of the carriage. He recently planned to try to condense the blood core, so that he would no longer devour the vitality with bloody glory, because only through self-cultivation can the condensed blood core be the most pure and perfect, with unlimited future.

Condensing the blood core with the help of external force...

Not Charlotte's choice.

Having made the decision to kill Hughes with all her strength, Charlotte felt as if her heart had reached some kind of barrier. At this time, it was still dark, and people were constantly moving around the camp, in case of a sneak attack by Mrs. Nanserra.

A fragrant breeze blew slightly, and Charlotte immediately knew that it was Anastasia coming over.

Fredrica has left, Dorothy was left behind in Machupi, and now Anastasia is the only woman in this military camp.

This young girl who was supposed to be energetic always had a look of overwhelming fatigue on her face. Even at this moment, she looked a little sad, with a deep frown on her face.

She whispered: "Mr. Mecklen..."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Charlotte smiled and said, "You have never done anything wrong. Those are not your responsibilities. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Anastasia almost cried. As an illegitimate daughter, although she was not in the limelight, she still had a good life. Ever since her mother informed Mrs. Southera, everything in her life had collapsed. Her mother died at the hands of the compatriots she loved, and her father also died at the hands of the Byron people. She had no idea where she was going.

Anastasia covered her face, trying not to let the tears flow.

Charlotte was considerate and didn't say anything. She waited until the girl calmed down before saying, "No one can choose where they are born."

Anastasia asked in a depressed tone: "Should I be considered a Behemoth or a Lady of Southera?"

Charlotte said warmly: "No, you are from Fars!"

"In this world, because of faith, religion, region, culture, and various reasons, people are divided into different groups. Because they have different positions, everyone has to devote their lives to illusory things."

"Maybe some people think their dedication is meaningful, but I feel..."

"There should be only one kind of people in this world. We can fight for interests, for the country, and for the power to survive, but we really shouldn't fight for identity."

"I am a Fars, you are a Fars, the people of Behemoth are also a Fars, and the lady of Southela is also a Fars. We should not have different identities and sacrifice for this identity. ”

"Maybe what I said is wrong, maybe not many people agree, but I really think so."

Anastasia had never heard of such unbelievable remarks. She always believed that the Nanserians were different from the Behemoths. For a moment, she didn’t even know how to refute Charlotte, but she seemed to feel vaguely in her heart. , if within the empire, no matter where the people are, they are all Fars, it will indeed reduce a lot of wars.

Charlotte reached out and handed over a handkerchief, feeling slightly embarrassed as Anastasia took it to wipe her tears.

This handkerchief belonged to Anne, or he had just experienced an escape and returned to No. 58 Elysée Pastoral Avenue. When Anne went to see him, she handed it to him to wipe his tears. Charlotte's tears at that time were very insincere.

Now that he wanted to lend it to another girl to wipe her tears, he felt a little sorry for Anne.

After Anastasia wiped away her tears, Charlotte asked for the handkerchief back in an ungentlemanly manner and said: "Maybe what I said doesn't make sense, but Miss Anastasia, just take it as your life creed! "

"Believing that you are not from any region, but from Fars, will make you feel much better."

Although Charlotte was comforting Anastasia, her heart was filled with Hughes. When he thought about the duel with Hughes tomorrow, he had no other distracting thoughts.

At this time, Hughes was arguing with two generals of the Restoration Army.

These two men were both high-level extraordinary, and they were in charge of two armies second only to Hughes. Although they reluctantly submitted to Jonathon's leadership, they were not convinced by Hughes.

Zolman said loudly: "Xius! You can't duel with Charlotte. You are the leader of the Restoration Army. You can't take risks. I will fight tomorrow. I will definitely kill the murderer under the Mostar Castle and avenge Jonathan."

Another general, Lin Bosenyan, also said: "No, let me do it."

"Zolman, you are old. If you fail, won't it be a shame for us South Serra women?"

"I have made a breakthrough in swordsmanship recently. I have condensed the certificate of glory, the certificate of courage, and the certificate of war. I will definitely let that Behemoth kid know what a real knight is."

Charlotte's information was finally spread among the South Serra Restoration Army.

Although the lower-level soldiers were still "shocked" by his achievements, the high-level generals of the Restoration Army knew that Charlotte Mecklen was just a "low-level extraordinary".

So when Xiu Si said that he wanted to duel with Charlotte under the Mostar Castle, the other two most important generals of the Restoration Army, Zolman and Lin Bosenyan, both wanted to fight for this duel that was "destined" to become famous.

Xiu Si was silent and let the two generals quarrel until they tore each other's faces and wanted to escalate the quarrel into a duel, then he said lightly: "Lady Nansela can't fight among herself, so Zolman should fight! He is a level 15 knight, a little higher in rank."

Zolman and Lin Bosenyan looked at each other, both slightly proud. Their quarrel was actually for Xiu Si to see. Before coming to Xiu Si, the two had discussed that no matter which of them played the duel, it would be fine, but Xiu Si could not play and earn prestige.

They didn't want another Jonathan.