The First Magic World War-Chapter 219 - 215, um, I dug out his Blood Core_2

Yes, when Charles was in Cappadocia City, he had the city and merchant ships all fly the Mecklen Family’s merchant flag.

The great whale, looking up at the starry sky, was too massive to dock, so Charles and Princess May jumped into the sea ahead of time. He used the Quickness Technique and Spirit Spider Technique to sprint across the waves, and as they got close to Cappadocia, someone shouted, "It’s Mister Mecklen!"

Immediately, the entire port erupted as countless residents, seemingly out of nowhere, waved their hands, clothing, baskets, and all sorts of messy things, cheering loudly, "Welcome home, Mister Charles Mecklen!"

Princess May gave Charles an unexpected look and said, "You’re quite popular, aren’t you?"

Charles chuckled awkwardly; he had not expected that after being away for so long, he would still command such prestige in this city.

As soon as he set foot on the port, he saw Cruz, the former Patrol Army Superintendent of Cappadocia City, approaching with a team. On seeing Charles, Cruz’s eyes brimmed with tears, and he exclaimed, "Your subordinate greets Mister Mecklen."

Charles raised his hand to help him up and asked, "Why are there only five or six ships left? Has everyone not disbanded yet?"

Cruz replied softly, "They’ve taken alchemical magic potions and are very worried they will die. I had no choice but to concoct some ointment and trick them into thinking it was an antidote. Surprisingly... it worked rather well."

"Now, the merchant fleet of Cappadocia City has expanded to twenty-three ships, and several merchant ship owners have joined voluntarily. Most of the merchant ships are not docked at the port; they’re out transporting goods and have not left Cappadocia City."

"Everything in this city is thriving, life is much better than before."

Charles took a glance at this "temporary subordinate" and for the first time realized that this guy was actually talented!

His alchemical magic potion was a fake, and under normal circumstances, it would have been found out quickly. Charles didn’t expect that Cruz would actually maintain the fleet with a ruse of his own making.

Well, there were some details that didn’t quite add up, but for the moment, Charles decided not to investigate further.

Getting by without complicating things, and embracing ignorance on some matters, is a great wisdom in life.

Charles took Princess May to the City Lord’s Mansion, and along the way, he noticed that the population of Cappadocia City seemed to have increased, and the city’s army seemed to have grown as well.

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He inquired with Cruz, and the former Patrol Army Superintendent replied, "Because you rescued the people of Song Spirit Island, freeing them from slavery, many people after your departure brought their families to Cappadocia, and it also attracted residents from other cities. Now Cappadocia has nearly ten thousand residents."

Charles hadn’t expected the city to surprise him even more. He asked around and couldn’t understand how a city with almost no management could get better and better?

Could it be that as long as the officials don’t meddle, the people themselves will make their lives better?

Such a thought is too dangerous.

It’s not conducive to the ideas promoted by the Empire, so it’s better not to entertain such thoughts.

Charles did not introduce Princess May’s identity to anyone. The people of Song Spirit Island didn’t have a good impression of the Inglima Empire; after all, the Inglima’s local governor here was involved in slave trade, capturing natives of Song Spirit Island to sell to slavers.

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Dressed in plain robes, Princess May was wrapped up snugly, not looking at all like a princess.

In Cappadocia City, Charles enjoyed high prestige, and no one dared to question why the lady by his side was always changing.

Charles first arranged accommodation for Princess May, then pretended to deal with the "governance" of Cappadocia City a bit. The small city had been left without his guidance, but thanks to the presence of the "Westwind Knights," security was very good. Additionally, with no tax officials to worry about, the residents were at ease, and commerce had developed, becoming about twice as prosperous as when he had left.

Not long after Charles returned to the City Lord’s Mansion, Simon hurried over. On seeing Charles, he too showed a face brimming with joy, his countenance not betraying the slightest hint of being forced.

Charles had Cruz leave to do some work and then summoned Simon alone, asking, "How have you been feeling lately?"

Simon coughed and answered in a low voice, "I’m aware that you didn’t actually give us alchemical magic potions."

"Because many people have left Cappadocia City to transport goods and nothing happened, it’s completely different from the effects of the magic potion you described."

"I myself had people stop using the antidote, and no one has died because of it."

Charles was surprised by Simon’s frankness and asked, "Why don’t you leave?"

Simon laughed, "Because you don’t know, after forming a fleet, we make a lot of money! Much more than a single merchant ship could earn. And since your Cappadocia City doesn’t collect taxes, everyone really likes it here."

"We do business to get rich! Don’t you think?"

Charles pondered for a moment; he truly hadn’t anticipated this turn of events.

In the following ten days, Princess May didn’t talk about leaving. She didn’t seclude herself as she had in Notruden and aboard the Giant Whale, but went out every day to stroll around and visited every corner of Cappadocia City, quite excitedly.

It wasn’t until ten days later, when Charles reached the part of the novel where the protagonist Du Wei died, that the Great Eldest Princess became furiously angry, cursed the author for half a day, and even wished that every friend the author knew would be reluctant to pick up the check at meals.

She even devised a plan that once in Strasbourg, she would find about ten beautiful young women to disguise as readers and visit this malicious author every day.

Now Charles felt even more relieved that the author hadn’t crossed over.

If they were in the same world, he would undoubtedly be beaten up.

Princess May didn’t want to continue listening to the story for two consecutive days, only muttering, "Why did the prince have to die? Such a great character, why did the author have to kill him off?"

"This person... must have been raised by a stepmother when young, hence the stepmother-like disposition."

On the third day, Princess May finally relented, asking Charles to prepare a merchant ship so they could set sail for Fars.

Although Charles was very comfortable in Cappadocia City, he was eager to return to Fars, to Strasbourg, to see Anne again.

Simon arranged the cleanest merchant ship for Charles, which was his former White Tea, and Charles and Princess May set sail.

This time, they encountered no dangers.

When the merchant ship docked at the port of Fars a few days later, Princess May took out a small crimson Heart Core and tossed it to Charles, saying, "You’ve worked so hard telling stories throughout the journey, consider this your payment."

Charles took the crimson Heart Core, which was translucent and faintly glowed with a pale golden light, containing tiny specks of gold, very beautiful. He thought it might be the Heart Core of some magical creature and mused, "I’m not going to be a Demon Hunter, it’s no use to me, I could sell it."

But the very next second, his expression changed as he hesitantly asked, "Does this thing come from... that Blood Clan member of the Sacred Order?"

After disembarking, Princess May looked around and, disappointed with the scenery of Fars, said, "Yes!"

Charles asked incredulously, "When you said you severely wounded him, do you mean to say..."

Princess May said indifferently, "Hmm, I took his Blood Core!"

Charles gazed at the crimson Heart Core in his hand, struck with shock, unable to compose himself for a long time.

Indeed, it was a Holy Blood Core of the Blood Clan.

An invaluable treasure.