The First Magic World War

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Charles couldn't help but smile and said, "What an interesting name, too bad I won't have the chance to enjoy this lady's cooking."

Madam Nancy hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Actually, when I was buying things, I passed by the slave market and encountered Mrs. Plum Sauce. She's not attractive and quite overweight, no buyers were interested in her, and her situation looked pretty bad."

Charles poured himself a cup of barley wine, took a big gulp, and said slowly, "Madam Nancy, if you want to help a former colleague, go to the slave market and bring her over!"

Madam Nancy was visibly shaken, quickly stood up, and said, "I will bring her back right away. Her cooking skills are truly excellent, I assure you will be satisfied."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Madam Nancy hurried off, and Charles was left alone again. He drank a cup of barley wine and poured another. Having been in this world for so long, he had tried hard to adapt, but still often felt out of place.

"I really wish I had the abilities of those senior transmigrators, to change an entire world!"

Charles had entertained such fantasies, where with his own knowledge and insight, he would make a big impact in this world. But he was only a humble civilian clerk who, even though he climbed upwards "by any means necessary" and rapidly became a small influential figure at the bottom rung, was still a distant cry from changing the world.

"I wonder where the Brittany Family will send me."

"In fact, I've taken control of the Patrolling Army in Lucavaro District. If I try a bit harder and subdue the more than twenty gangs in Lucavaro District, that would be quite a significant force."

"Maybe get into some business..."

"As a transmigrator, it's quite improper to only earn a 'slim' fixed salary."

"How about opening a pharmacy? Not to actually sell medicine, but under the guise of a pharmacy, sell some herbal teas, flower teas, beauty pastes, and tonics for nourishing the body. The good thing about this business is the low cost of raw materials, high profit margins on individual items, and the market competition is not fierce."

Charles ate and drank, and before long he began to feel a bit tipsy, his thoughts becoming very disordered, lacking coherence.

Madam Nancy brought back a lady in her forties, who was stocky and chubby. She wasn't as tall and robust as Madam Nancy but carried an honest air of someone accustomed to hard work.

Following the two women was a slave trader who, upon seeing Charles, smiled faintly and said, "Sir, are you looking for a cook?"

"Allow me to introduce this lady."

"She comes from the New Continent, of noble birth, and ended up in Fars because her home country was defeated. She's a highly skilled cook, rigorously trained by professional experts. She originally worked for a baron's family, diligently, earning the favor of her previous master..."

Charles gave the slave trader a sidelong glance, cutting off his incessant chatter, and said, "I am the General of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army. Tomorrow, I plan to join forces with the Patrolling Army from the Picardy District to carry out joint enforcement and clean up the chaotic slave market."

"Do you have any objections?"

The slave trader quickly swallowed the "five Aegeus" price he was about to quote and said with an embarrassed smile, "You only need to pay the cost price."

Charles muttered, "Tomorrow we shall still carry out the joint enforcement, give the slave market a good sweep!"

"These bastards, if you don't catch a few of them and give them a harsh beating, they won't understand what it means to respect the Goddess."

Madam Nancy and Mrs. Plum Sauce watched, dumbfounded, as with just a few grumbles about joint enforcement, the slave trader, while wiping sweat from his brow, gave Mrs. Plum Sauce to Charles for free.

Charles wasn't one to normally bully people, but just...

This was indeed the case in Fars.

If he had been on Earth, he might have chosen to kill the human trafficker.

To not pay for something that was freely offered was already his great mercy.

Although he had compromised a lot, this kind of matter still couldn't be settled with compromise.

Charles knew he couldn't help many people; he wasn't yet capable of changing the world, but it was good to help even one person. He had obtained Mrs. Plum Sauce's deed of servitude and planned to issue a Freedom Certificate when he visited number one Sparrowhawk Street the next day. Although hiring a free person as a cook would cost more money than using a free servant, he preferred to spend more to hire a cook.

Hmm!

Then convert this lady to the Patrolling Army as well.

Milking an extra bit of the Empire's salary could be considered compensation for Mrs. Plum Sauce.

Mrs. Plum Sauce freshened up, paying special attention to thoroughly washing her hands before coming over to help Charles with the barbecue.

It must be said that the lady's culinary skills were remarkable, much better than those of Charles, the transmigrator from Earth.

Ever since Charles started practicing, his appetite had become huge. Madam Nancy and Mrs. Plum Sauce hardly ate anything. He cleaned up the dozens of pounds of food he had bought and drank more than half a barrel of barley wine.

After eating his fill, Charles left the courtyard to the two ladies and went back to the third floor.

Having spent the entire day being "displayed" on the street, Mrs. Plum Sauce was already very tired. The bustling activity just now had been her pushing through on willpower alone.

As soon as Charles left, she sat down with a thud, taking deep breaths, and said, "Nancy, thank you."

Madam Nancy spoke softly, "This new master has a very good temper. Except for not liking to be disturbed and only allowing room cleaning after work, there aren't really any other taboos."

"Also, there are often three young ladies who come here. Make sure you don't speak out of turn in front of them. Mr. Charles usually has a good temper but remember, he is also a Transcendent. Not long ago, he just killed eight detectives, took out two assassins, and had a duel..."

"In short, neither of us can afford the consequences of angering this gentleman."

Nancy poured a cup of barley wine and handed it to her former colleague.

Mrs. Plum Sauce accepted the cup and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "I'm actually quite hungry. I didn't eat well yesterday, and today I didn't eat anything at all. That detestable human trafficker even warned me not to talk recklessly, planning to make me cooperate with him to sell myself at a high price."

Madam Nancy deftly roasted some of the leftover meat, mushrooms, and vegetables and gave them to Mrs. Plum Sauce, who devoured them hungrily. Madam Nancy said gently, "The hardship will pass. Don't think about the past anymore."

Charles on the third-floor terrace tapped his brow, turned off his Insight, and smiled slightly, looking forward to the new cook as he resumed his daily practice.

He aimed to master the runes of the Spirit Spider Technique in the shortest time possible. With the Spirit Spider Technique, combined with the Quickness Technique, even if he encountered a High-Level Transcendent, he would be able to fight and flee simultaneously.

The Transcendent system of the Old Continent, from Low Order to High Order, was purely divided by the strength of energy.

Many Lower-Ranked Supernaturals barely possessed any Special Abilities, and even many intermediate-level supernaturals had no Special Abilities. The difference between those Transcendents who possessed Special Abilities and those who did not was like heaven and earth.