The First Magic World War-Chapter 313 - : 304. Imperial Rose Fleet (Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 313: 304. Imperial Rose Fleet (Vote for Monthly Tickets)

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Augusladin High Priest said without a change in expression, “We’ve taken St. Michael Island!”

“Since the era of the Ancient Holy Michael Kingdom, no one has been able to conquer this island city head-on until now.”

Charles remarked, “Oh, so shaving the Old Goat bald doesn’t count as an achievement.”

The toes of Golden Ram Herolf trembled even more violently.

A smile flickered across the Augusladin High Priest’s face as he said, “That counts as well, I suppose!”

Golden Ram Herolf wished he had actually fainted, for he was forced to lie on the ground, enduring such humiliation.

Charles passed over a Golden Ring and said, “Now this island city belongs to Menierman.”

Menierman took it, played with it for a while, then handed it back to Charles, saying, “I really need that Magical Alchemy Warship, but I don’t want the island.”

“I’m not a pirate, I’m part of Fars’s Royal Navy. Now that Fars and Inglima are allies, other than the two Empires, there’s no enemy I fear.”

Charles thought for a moment and said, “That’s true, I’m still the municipal officer of Saint Michael City!”

He noticed the odd expressions on the four members of the Sacred Order and explained, “It’s an official governmental role in Inglima, conferred by His Majesty Alfred Guillaume.”

With a slight smile, the Augusladin High Priest eased the awkward atmosphere and said, “Charles, you will become a legend in the future!”

Charles responded with a beaming smile, “It seems I could become a legend just by being a novelist, right?”

At that statement, the members of the Sacred Order seemed to see the word “Forced” written above Mister Charles Mecklen’s head in bold letters from the countries of Fars, Inglima, Byron, and others.

The Augusladin High Priest coughed and said, “Indeed!”

Menierman pondered for a moment. She hadn’t read any of Charles’s novels, as she had been at sea most of the time, but she had vaguely heard that Charles, under the pen name Anne MacLennan, had written a few books that were quite popular. Out of respect for her junior, she gave a light smile, acknowledging the statement.

Tumishen said somewhat incredulously, “Do you know how difficult it is to become a legend as a novelist?”

Charles merely shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know!”

Tumishen decided not to discuss the issue with the “ignorant” young man.

Sabastine was a bit curious and asked, “You’ve written novels?”

Charles flashed a toothy grin and said, “I’ll send you a few copies next time.”

Sabastine smiled lightly and said, “I’m sure your novels must be quite interesting to read.”

Finally, the hooves of Golden Ram Herolf on the ground stilled. Although he had recently been to Notruden, his thoughts were consumed by his Queen Bee, and he had no interest in any novels.

When he heard Charles boast that he could become a legend through his career as a novelist, his embarrassment subsided somewhat because…

…Charles’s brag seemed more embarrassing to him than his own situation.

The Old Goat wouldn’t believe for a second that Charles could gain renown as a novelist, let alone become a legend through it. How preposterous! He might as well claim that he could win a princess over with his storytelling!

This was more than just boasting—Charles could have made whales fly with his tall tales.

Although Menierman had declined the Golden Ring, she didn’t refuse the idea of using St. Michael Island as another base of operations.

Now in possession of a Magical Alchemy Warship, the Imperial Rose, and more than two hundred other ships, along with naval bases in both Cappadocia City and St. Michael Island, a combined populace exceeding 120,000 people, and assistance from two members of the Sacred Order, she had become an undeniable force on the Whale Sea.

Especially since Cappadocia City and Saint Michael City were both strategic trade hubs on the sea and had routes to Silver Pigeon Fort, Machu Picchu, Mostar Fort, and Interlaken City, she could transport maritime goods to these cities and conduct direct trade with inland goods, avoiding the long transport routes.

Charles did not levy taxes in these cities, but he was at the same time the largest trader there!

When this vast commercial system started operating, the wealth it generated would far exceed mere taxation.

The wealth accumulated through trade was enough to sustain such a vast fleet, which in itself was the best protection for the merchant ships and could even become maritime traders, creating a self-sufficient cycle.

Bear in mind that St. Michael Island alone was enough to sustain an entire pirate fleet and a population of a hundred thousand. The profits from this business system, which was far larger than St. Michael Island and operated in a much better business environment, were bound to be immeasurably greater.

After capturing St. Michael Island, Menierman drafted a document, reporting the recent victories to the authorities.

Charles had intended to return to South Serif, as that was where he was officially stationed, but Menierman asked him to wait, and so he stayed a little longer.

Moreover, South Serif was engaged in a “silent war” with the Black Phoenix Dynasty. Chloe wasn’t likely to attack South Serif, so it wasn’t a problem for him to stay away temporarily.

The scenery of St. Michael Island was, after all, much nicer than that of South Serif.

About a fortnight later, official documents arrived from the Empire.

The more powerful nations of the Old Continent had Magic Alchemy Communication Devices, allowing convenient long-distance communication not unlike telegrams or telephones, but capable of much greater distances. These documents made their way through such a communication device. Menierman, after all, came from a distinguished background and was a legitimate officer of the Imperial Navy, so her fleet was equipped with such a setup.

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