The First Magic World War-Chapter 210 - 207, Female Sacred Order in Black Robes

Charles was certain that Emperor Alfred Guillaume was not "a young man without guile, unable to keep secrets"; his initial impression of the Red Dragon Emperor was completely wrong.

Although this emperor might have been young, he was absolutely inscrutable, with strategic depth, and every move he made was fraught with significance; he was not the shallow type who merely appeared to enjoy spectacles.

A member of the Sacred Order could absolutely conceal their power without ordinary people noticing.

Yet, Emperor Alfred Guillaume had revealed his strength twice—once on the bridge in Notruden, by patting him on the shoulder, and just now, when he had sent him out of the Imperial Palace, with an arm around his shoulders.

Such actions must have deep meanings...

As Charles sat in his carriage, looking back at the Red Dragon Palace, an inexplicable fear surged within him, just like the sensation he felt the second time he faced the two Evil Gods.

Charles sighed deeply from the bottom of his heart, ceased his pondering, and waited as the Imperial carriage took him back to Embassy Street. He did not enter the Embassy of Fars but instead turned to leave, opting for something more understated and luxurious.

Before leaving, he wanted to take one last look at the residence bestowed by the emperor.

This mansion was at No. 698 on the South Bank Street of Serventes!

On either side of the Serventes River, there were streets running through Notruden; near the Red Dragon Palace was the South Bank Street of Serventes, and near the Yuquan Palace was the North Bank Street. South Bank Street of Serventes was more bustling, filled with many famous buildings from the English Empire, as well as numerous attractions, high-end shops, restaurants, taverns, cafés, and even tea houses nearly absent in Fars, offering teas from various countries for tasting and purchase.

No. 698 on the South Bank Street of Serventes was not far from Embassy Street, and under the pull of eight Spirit Horses, the luxurious dark carriage arrived within minutes.

Charles transformed the dark luxury into a ring, and couldn’t help but look up at the residence that was even stranger than he had imagined.

It was certainly peculiar, not luxurious.

It stood on an isolated small hill, which, although not very tall, was about seventy to eighty meters high, so carriages could not reach it. A specific area had been designated at the base of the hill for parking carriages; currently, this carriage park was empty, clearly indicating that no one was residing in the mansion.

Charles had long since received the real estate documents and keys. He looked at the main gate of this house, which was built very imposingly, but with no obstructions behind it. From there, two sets of steps were visible—one leading down only a few steps to the carriage park and one ascending up the hill.

Charles couldn’t be bothered to open the gate and triggered the Quickness Technique, leaping over the gate, and after about seventy to eighty steps, found a small platform. There were two more sets of steps here—one led to a residence halfway up the hill at No. 699, and the other continued to the peak, which was No. 698!

Charles was slightly interested in this neighbor, guessing that no one currently resided there. He took the steps leading midway up the hill, intending to first check out what that residence looked like.

He had barely walked about twenty or thirty meters when a faint voice drifted down from above, "This is a private residence; trespassers, please refrain."

Charles hadn’t expected the neighbor to be there, and, feeling quite embarrassed, hurriedly produced his real estate documents, saying, "Sorry, I have the real estate documents."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the documents flew out of his hand, seemingly on their own.

This shock was not trivial, and Charles drew his rapier, assuming a defensive stance.

Someone had taken the documents from his hand without revealing any trace of themselves, which was truly terrifying.

After a moment, a slender figure in a black robe appeared elegantly in the air and said, "You’ve gone the wrong way; the top of the hill is where No. 698 is!"

This slender black-robed figure tossed down the real estate documents, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared from Charles’s view. Charles leapt up and caught the descending documents, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Sacred Order!"

"How could there be a Sacred Order!?"

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He regretted his rashness as he marveled in secret, why would such a neighbor exist?

At the parking area at the foot of the mountain, there weren’t any carriages, and he had assumed the place was uninhabited. Moreover, looking at the steps he had walked, there were hardly any footprints, which meant the resident here...

Was none other than that woman in the black robe of the Sacred Order!

She didn’t even have a single servant.

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Of course, it’s possible that her servants might be of the Sacred Order too.

But that possibility was too low.

"Why would a Sacred Order live here?"

"What does Emperor Alfred Guillaume mean by giving me this residence, having a bizarre Sacred Order as a neighbor?"

"I haven’t been set up, have I?"

Charles, lost in his wild thoughts, changed his path. He quickly reached the top of the mountain.

The summit of this small mountain had flat terrain, equivalent to several acres—a small square, and on one side, there stood a Sherlock-style building, remarkably tall. Although it had only five floors, each floor was likely over six meters high, decidedly a high-rise building by Earth standards.

Charles took out his key, pushed open the door, and entered. The first floor was similar to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, with three studies, two salons, a large hall, and two dining areas.

The place was covered in thick dust, seemingly uninhabited for a long time.

Charles glanced around the room and decided not to explore further. After all, he had to return to Fars. He would consider cleaning up next time he came.

Charles closed the door again and looked toward the middle of the mountain as he descended, recalling that mysterious female of the Sacred Order.

Although Earth’s customs would suggest visiting a neighbor, Charles felt it was definitely not a good idea. That mysterious female of the Sacred Order seemed temperamental; if she killed him on a whim and threw him into the Sevantes River, even Emperor Fars might not seek justice for him.

Charles took a deep breath, walked down to the base of the mountain, summoned his dark luxury, and returned to the Fars Embassy.

He wouldn’t be in Notruden for much longer. Over the next few days, he bought several gifts to take back to Strasbourg, and said farewell to Julian, who had no particular reaction, only wishing him favorable winds. Charles knew that if he were to return to the battlefield, he would surely encounter Julian there, and then they would not be friends but enemies.

But such matters elevated to the national level left him with little to say, so he could only bid Julian a diligent farewell. This time, he was not going to include Julian in the diplomatic delegation again.

A few days later, Charles received news that the warship, Giant Whale, which would take him back to Fars, was ready to depart. He packed his belongings, took Taoles, Anatasiya, and Belisa, along with eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors, and headed to the port.

He didn’t expect that he would meet an acquaintance yet again at the port.