The First Magic World War-Chapter 284 - : 277, Treasure and Queen Bee

Chapter 284: 277, Treasure and Queen Bee

Charles had lingered for far too long in the Mirror World, his actions of boarding the Queen Bee and killing several people were finally exposed.

He hastily turned his head back, not daring to pay more attention, for Golden Ram Herolf was of the Sacred Order, and might detect something.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Golden Ram Herolf still looked towards the porthole, but he didn’t suspect anything, as the Queen Bee was no ordinary magic ship. As one of the twelve Legendary Warships atop the Seven Seas, no one could come and go freely.

Moreover, his Captain’s Cabin was guarded by two Transcendents and a magic serpent; no one could easily get in.

Golden Ram Herolf was extremely angry; he bellowed, “Someone actually let an enemy infiltrate the Queen Bee! What on earth have you all been doing?”

“And now we still haven’t found the person!”

“Damn it! Damn it all!”

Those under Golden Ram Herolf’s scolding didn’t dare make a sound; they too were clueless as to how someone had managed to infiltrate the Queen Bee, as this place was St. Michael Island, where outsiders simply couldn’t enter.

They had also made inquiries, and no one saw any strangers board the ship!

Charles had encountered several pirates who didn’t care to meddle in others’ affairs, but these pirates were reluctant to invite trouble upon themselves. Given Golden Ram Herolf’s volatile temper, and unpredictable mood swings, to admit they had seen a stranger could lead to questioning why they didn’t intervene, and possibly followed by severe punishment.

Pirates who could survive in the Golden Goat Pirate Group were well-acquainted with Golden Ram Herolf’s temper and understood the value of staying out of trouble.

This, unintentionally, had helped Charles a little.

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After venting his anger, Golden Ram Herolf sat in the captain’s chair, his rage still unabated, and ordered, “I will have the Queen Bee find that intruder.”

Gently rubbing a Golden Ring, Herolf soon heard a buzzing sound that started softly but quickly intensified, echoing from bow to stern, the sound of flapping wings could be heard in every corner.

Countless peculiar black insects manifested from the void, targeting every corner of the Queen Bee, initiating a thorough search.

Charles dared not look outside, for fear of alarming Golden Ram Herolf, but the Mirror World would reflect everything from the outside world, and the black insects’ mirror images also appeared in the Mirror World.

Charles caught one of the black insects and felt a twinge of familiarity; suddenly, he remembered that in Cappadocia City, he had killed two subordinates of the slave trafficker Chatham—Red-beard Morgan and Poison Bee Jack—and had seized two extraordinary objects, one being a finely-crafted Crystal Vase, the other a Bag of Insects.

The black insects released from the Bag of Insects looked identical to the one in his palm.

He hadn’t paid much attention to it initially, but now, upon closer inspection, it indeed resembled a wasp, only longer and larger, entirely black but actually, amidst the blackness, were faint dark red patterns.

Charles thought to himself, “So this is the Queen Bee? Quite fitting indeed. But what is the connection between the Queen Bee and the Bag of Insects?”

“I recall hearing that Red-beard Morgan and Poison Bee Jack brought two extraordinary objects from a deep sea treasure; could it be that treasure is connected to the Queen Bee?”

Charles then opened his hand again, allowing the mirror image of the Queen Bee to fly away; he did nothing more, and waited quietly for a long time. Golden Ram Herolf, using the Queen Bee, searched the entire warship thoroughly, inside and out, three times over, and still found nothing, which was quite alarming.

An enemy capable of easily infiltrating the Queen Bee, escaping calmly, or even hiding, was indeed a huge headache.

Herolf, for the sake of his dignity, didn’t admit that he couldn’t find Charles but simply whispered in a low voice, “Consider him lucky, he’s already escaped.”

He dismissed his subordinates and stayed alone in the captain’s cabin for a while, then suddenly looked up at the porthole, observing the tumultuous sea, and St. Michael Island not far off.

“Lately, everything seems to be a bit off, Menilman has her sights on me; had she had a Transcendent warship, she nearly would have finished me off last time. Where did that woman find two of the Sacred Order to help her?”

“One of them I recognize, must be Tumishen from the Orc Assassin Alliance, and the other one…”

“Damn it, where do all these Sacred Order come from?”

Herolf poured himself a glass of wine, gulped it down, and started to get slightly agitated, having had a duel with Zimmerman in his early years. On the surface, there was no clear winner which contributed to his fame. But only Herolf knew that in that duel, he used a Secret Technique that involved sacrificing destiny to withstand Zimmerman’s torrential assault. Afterwards, he was forced to pay a price to fate and since then, his strength had ceased to improve.

Herolf drank another two glasses of wine, and began muttering to himself in discontent, “If I hadn’t encountered Zimmerman back then, my strength would not be at a standstill now, and that woman Menilman would be no match for me.”

“Even with help on her side, I have the Queen Bee and would not be at a disadvantage.”

“It’s all that damned Zimmerman’s fault.”

“I heard the guy died!”

“Good riddance.”

Herolf had initially planned to spend the night on St. Michael Island since the city was much more comfortable than the ship, but after the intrusion incident, he couldn’t be bothered to go back. After drinking an entire bottle of wine, he laid down in his clothes on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Charles made no movements, simply remaining in the Mirror World.

The next day, Herolf went ashore once more, and only then did Charles crawl out from the porthole. He didn’t enter the Queen Bee but used the Quickness Technique to quietly drift to another porthole, waved his hand and then very roughly reached in, pulling the Mirror Spirit out.

As a transmigrator, Charles had pondered over many weaknesses of the Mirror Spirits and one hypothesis was, what if he only reflected part of his body in the mirror?

This attempt proved that when he only waved a hand over the porthole, the Mirror Spirit’s strength was only that of a single hand…

The Mirror Spirit, dragged out through the porthole, screamed silently and turned into black smoke under the sunlight.

Charles immediately sensed that he had gained another Mirror World.

The hull of the Queen Bee was painted with innumerable transparent bee wings, densely packed with thousands of portholes.

Even though Charles had discovered a minor bug with the Mirror Spirits which greatly increased his efficiency, the task was still progressing slowly. He had to be wary of being seen, often needing to enter the Mirror World to avoid the pirates’ eyes and ears, which further delayed him.

By the afternoon, Charles had only managed to handle less than a tenth of the portholes.

He even considered soaring up, making his shadow appear in all the portholes, but reason stopped him from such a suicidal action.

Charles was sure he could not handle more than five Mirror Spirits at once.

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