The First Magic World War

The adventurers who were called out gathered together and left the City Patrol Army Office in Lucavaro District.

Charles spurred on his silver tongue once more, urging the remaining adventurers to join forces and clean up and repair this office location.

There are two office buildings at Sparrowhawk Street No. 1, one of which is a "dormitory," and the other is an office building large enough to accommodate nearly a thousand people for living and working, along with a stable, though now it's completely empty without a horse or carriage in sight.

After all, this is an outer city district, where the living facilities can't compare to the top seven districts, so there is no piped water supply, just a well.

By the time those sent out had returned with food and ale, Charles had already directed the adventurers to tidy up the office point to some extent.

Having eaten something and drunk a little, the adventurers opened up their hearts, and even a few female adventurers danced a joyful dance in public.

After all, their lives outside the city were not so comfortable, and although most people still did not quite trust Charles, their mood had stabilised.

Charles did not join these adventurers; he called for a carriage and returned to his place in the Picardy District.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw two letters. Next to the main gate at Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 was a mail and newspaper delivery slot, and inside the room was a catch-all box – a standard feature of slightly higher-end residences.

One was from his school senior Menilman, the other from Miss Annie.

Charles had been absent from Strasbourg these past few days, so he guessed that both had left him letters as they had not found him. He opened Menilman's first, which simply mentioned, "Let patience reign, no matter what position you are now in, endure it for a while, you will be moved to the navy soon."

With a slight smile, Charles thought to himself, "It seems there was a problem with the position arranged by my school senior. I was probably not meant to be the Chief of the City Patrol Army in the Lucavaro District."

Menilman had hinted before that he would be transferred to military service and might be sent far away, leaving Strasbourg, probably to join the navy with her.

Now, well!

One can only say that the Empire's government has too many dark hands, and the scene is fraught with layers of intrigue. Even a lady of a top noble family like Menilman cannot have her way.

The letter from Miss Annie was much longer and even asked if he had any free time lately, but the key point was this: "Behemoth Duchy has declared war on the Southern Seraph Territory. Please be cautious, reduce outings, and it's best not to leave the top seven districts lightly."

Although Charles was a transmigrator, he still let out a long sigh. War was inevitable. He could predict what would follow: Lady Southseraph would seek help from Byron and the Black Phoenix Dynasty, and the Fars Empire would also be drawn into the war...

Three days later, it was Monday again.

In the Fars Empire, government departments pay salaries on Mondays, hence in the Fars Empire, Monday is affectionately known by all workers as "Empire Payday."

Though for non-government employees, the paycheck might not come on this day.

The "Patrolling Army" of Lucavaro District all received their wages for the week.

Charles truly breathed a sigh of relief; his endeavors had finally not gone awry.

However, there was still a minor incident that day.

Charles encountered a familiar person.

He met Dubin Alger, who was supposed to be serving in the Alexander Region, the young and handsome member of the City Patrol Army who was in charge of the Yang Miers wife-killing case.

Dubin did not come alone; he brought over a hundred members of the City Patrol Army to report in. Seeing the surprised look on Charles' face, he called out, "Aren't you Mister Mecklen?"

"I remember you were working at the Central Government Office, how come you have also joined the City Patrol Army? And just like me, you have been reassigned to the Lucavaro District!"

Charles smiled wryly and said, "There's an old saying from the New Continent, 'Wherever life takes us, we're bound to meet again!' And here we are, meeting once more!"

"Allow me to reintroduce myself: Charles Mecklen, Chief of the Lucavaro District City Patrol Army, thirty-fifth grade third-level Clerk Chief. I'm your direct supervisor."

Dubin was dumbfounded, with his mouth agape, it took him a long while to ask, "May I inquire if you are the illegitimate child of some great noble family?"

When he last saw Charles, he still claimed to be a first-level clerk, and now he had suddenly become a third-level Clerk Chief. Wasn't his promotion too fast?

This speed of promotion could truly be described as horrifyingly quick!

Charles smiled faintly and said, "If we bumped into each other on the street, I would still be a first-level clerk."

Dubin misunderstood Charles as not wanting to show off, thinking that last time he did not reveal his real position, which is why he somewhat felt relieved. Although becoming a third-level Clerk Chief at such a young age was still too fast, it was barely acceptable now.

As for the question of his background, he didn't expect Charles to answer—such personal matters are not supposed to be asked, unless one is too surprised to hold back.

Charles also had some questions and said, "How come you and your colleagues have come to report in the Lucavaro District?"

Dubin answered, "The information I received was: a bunch of people drawing pay without serving feared they would be held accountable and therefore scrambled about to secure this transfer. They moved out of Lucavaro District and filled in City Patrol Army positions across the Upper Seven Districts, and we, a bunch of brothers without strong backing, got booted out to fill their places."

"The good news is, we've all been promoted by one rank!"

"The bad news is, according to the normal career promotion cycle, we would have been due for promotion in half a year anyway."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I am Dubin Alger! A graduate of Habosk Public School, rank forty-seven third-level sergeant, your First Patrol Team Leader!"

Charles, surprised, responded, "Habosk Public School? The same Habosk Public School that Zimmerman Axel Robin graduated from? How come you couldn't get into the National Academy?"

Habosk Public School is the best public school in the Empire, bar none. Those who could enter Habosk Public School might not necessarily attend college, but they should at least be able to get into the National Academy.

Dubin shrugged and said, "Because I got into a fight at school, I was punished and wasn't allowed to take the National Academy entrance exam."

Charles spread his hands and said, "That truly is the National Academy's loss."

Dubin had initially been very displeased with the transfer, but meeting an acquaintance lifted his spirits somewhat, not least because his new boss, Charles, didn't seem like the type to give people a hard time. He introduced Charles to the hundred-plus members of the City Patrol Army he had brought with him. Most of these soldiers were from commoner families and came from various City Patrol Army units in the Upper Seven Districts, not all from the Alexander Region.

Dubin was clearly an old hand within the City Patrol Army system, well-acquainted with people from other districts as well, essentially becoming the leader of this group.

Charles accepted these "old hands" of the City Patrol Army with a sense of reflection, becoming Chief of the Lucavaro District City Patrol Army probably meant someone was worried he'd be "a new officer playing the tyrant," trying to find fault with and get rid of a bunch of people, so they skipped town in advance.

(Note: "A new officer playing the tyrant" is a colloquial saying in the Fars Empire.)