The First Magic World War

The office erupted with surging Fighting Spirit, and the Vampiric Hand Axe was burst apart by the Fighting Spirit, spinning closely behind Charles as it flew out.

Anyone capable of becoming the warden of Kilmainham Prison might not be of good character, but could definitely not be a waste, Charles knew this well. His last strike was only meant to delay the opponent, not foolishly intended to injure the new warden.

Facing the Vampiric Hand Axe that was bounced back by the Fighting Spirit, he casually caught it and took control again, instead of running outside the prison, he turned and rushed into his office, not forgetting to repeatedly shout the words, "Warden Magru, don't you dare force me to slander Miss Menilman!" several times.

Magru was slightly surprised, knowing that this Level 1 Clerk Chief had some skills. He thought that his level 7 Fighting Spirit propelled hand axe would be enough to split the opponent in two, but unexpectedly, Charles calmly took control of the weapon.

He did not know that Charles had awakened one of the thirteen Unique Skills, Blood Flame Qi, which allowed him to manipulate bloodsucking weapons from a distance, and it was not merely by hand technique that he retrieved it.

Magru roared in anger, shouting, "Catch this traitor!"

Charles only achieved the second layer of Bloody Glory. Even possessing two Special Abilities, "Insight" and "Blood Flame Qi," he had no chance of breaking out of the heavily guarded Kilmainham Prison. However, his office had a large window facing the streets of the Maen district.

As one of the outer fifteen districts, the Maen district was very complex. If he could blend into the residential area, there was a certain chance of escaping alive.

He rushed into his office, without any hesitation, leaped out of the window with all his might, performed several rolls in mid-air to break his fall, and although he landed somewhat awkwardly, he was uninjured.

Charles quickly got up, activated his Blood Flame Qi, and broke into a sprint. A few minutes later, a group of prison soldiers chased out, but the former Level 1 Clerk Chief was nowhere to be seen.

Magru's face looked extremely ugly; he hadn't expected such a minor issue resulting in such a huge complication!

Many people must have heard the words Charles shouted while escaping. Having only recently become the warden and not yet fully in control of all powers or the prison's military, there would definitely be people who would leak this information.

Although he had been instructed by a certain power behind the scenes to investigate Menilman, he had secretly stirred up trouble without confrontation given the lack of evidence against him, which would leave him helpless. He didn't have the courage to openly break with Su Mei Family.

The spread of this news would undoubtedly land him in serious trouble, and even the powers behind him might not protect him.

Magru in his office, slammed the desk fiercely, unable to fathom why Charles made no compromise, not even hesitating for a moment and instead immediately thinking of such a vicious counterattack?

Was he really set up to be roasted over the fire?

Clutching onto a sliver of hope, he shouted, "No one is allowed to speak of today's event. If I find out anyone spreads the words just said, I will have you all taste what it's like to squat in prison."

People nearby the office almost all thought internally, "The new warden really intends to frame Miss Menilman."

After escaping Kilmainham Prison, Charles hired a public carriage and rushed back to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 at top speed.

In this era without phones or internet, the deployment of the prison and patrolling armies wasn't so quick, giving him a slim chance.

Charles, gasping for breath, barged into Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, pulled out several Savings Union deposit slips hidden in the bedroom. Having offended the new warden, the opponent would definitely not let him go, and the deposits at the Savings Union were sure to be confiscated.

He had made up his mind to lay low for a while, not being able to afford being without money.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Given the efficiency of the prison army and the patrolling army of this era, Charles only needed to act swiftly to stand a chance of withdrawing all his deposits and flee afar.

Charles had obtained the deposit slip and was slightly relieved that he hadn't squandered much recently, except for ordering a new staff inlaid with dozens of silver stars; he hadn't purchased any other expensive items.

Since he was preparing to flee, Charles of course packed light, taking only the savings slip from the Savings Union, the Vampiric Hand Axe, his diary, the newly bought staff, a few clothes, and also retrieved a second-hand Magnum Hand Shuttle, after all, it was quite reliable for self-defense.

After packing his belongings, he was about to leave his home when he heard noisy sounds outside.

Determined, Charles decided against using the main entrance, sprinted to the yard, then leapt with all his might over the fence into the River Lucavar.

No sooner had he dived into the river than a squad of the prison army rushed into Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, their heavy boots stomping on the floor as they started their search.

Half an hour later, Charles climbed ashore from a different location.

His first action was to inspect the deposit slip from the Savings Union; although soggy from the river, it was still largely intact.

Charles couldn't afford to delay, so he stripped off his clothes, wrung them out a bit, and then dashed towards the nearest office of the Savings Union.

When Charles had completed the procedures and withdrawn all his money, converting it to Fu Er currency, he sighed a great sigh of relief.

With money in hand, as much as five hundred ninety-three Aegeus, even running away felt less panicky.

Though he knew that fifty denomination Fu Er currency would attract a lot of attention as soon as he spent it, he still exchanged one hundred and ten fifty Fu Er notes—it was simply too cumbersome to carry the whole amount in smaller denominations.

The remaining forty-three Aegeus, he exchanged for forty ten Fu Er notes and thirty one Fu Er notes.

Luckily, he still had some small change on him, so he wouldn't attract too much attention while shopping.

After taking the money, Charles felt somewhat lost. He hadn't been here long since he'd arrived; not even a month had passed, and he wasn't very familiar with the Old Continent. As for the distant New Continent, there was even less information in his predecessor's memories.

"I definitely can't go back to my hometown, too many people know me there, it'd be too easy to expose my identity," he thought.

"Maybe… leave the Fars Empire?"

"It's frustrating, I thought after transmigrating I'd have a cushy job, and even beauty chasing me, leading to a peaceful yet abundant life!"

"How did it turn out like this?"

After pondering for a while, Charles decided to first buy a set of clothes suitable for escape, his shoes were still those thin-soled leather shoes, very comfortable and lightweight for the city, but unsuitable for outdoor activities and long treks. As for his clothing, he needed to change into the most popular hunting attire on the Old Continent.

Charles took a deep breath, about to find an unfamiliar tailor shop, when he saw two young men in black coats, with stern faces, leaning on sheathed rapiers, standing at both ends of the long street, blocking his path.

The two young men in black coats exuded an intensity forged by life and death.