first wizarding world war.

Chapter 159 Xius, I want you to die a miserable death (asking for the first monthly ticket in May)
Sister Karen said, "The man the Earl hired is more professional than this."

She waved her hand gently, letting the words disappear, and suddenly she covered her mouth and laughed. The nanny remembered that on the day he received the investigation documents, the count wanted to kill Charlotte himself, and she could understand that feeling.

"When the evil gods see young Mr. Mecklen, they may want to kill him."

"Because the paradise that the evil gods created to lure people into depravity is not as happy as his own days."

"Only Annie can make such an unruly young man willing to give up his past!"

Aunt Karen looked very kind.

The dream world quietly shattered...

Charlotte sat in the carriage, feeling a little hesitant and murderous. Of course, he knew what Hughes had threatened him with, and he remembered it very well! What Charlotte was most worried about now was whether Aunt Karen would know about these bad things. If Aunt Karen knew, it meant that Anne would also know...

"lantern!"

"Xius, I want you to die miserably."

"You want to fight? I will kill you right now in front of our two armies."

"In order to defeat you in real life, I have kept several trump cards."

"Then we'll see how many magic-breaking armor-piercing bombs your steel bones can withstand."

Charlotte would not believe Hughes, no matter what Hughes swore. He did not want to duel, but since Hughes insisted on revealing his big secret, Charlotte did not care, he wanted to kill Hughes in the duel.

Charlotte got out of the carriage. He recently planned to try to condense a blood core, so he never used Bloody Glory to devour his vitality again, because only by relying on his own practice could the condensed blood core be the purest and most perfect, with unlimited prospects.

Using external force to condense blood nuclei...

Not Charlotte’s choice.

After making the decision to kill Hughes with all her might, Charlotte felt as if a burden had been lifted from her heart. It was still dark, and people were constantly moving around in the camp, guarding against a sneak attack from Lady Nansela.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and Charlotte immediately knew that it was Anastasia coming.

Frederica had left, Dorothy was left in Machupi, and now Anastasia was the only woman in the camp.

This girl, who should have been full of vigor and vitality, always had an expression of fatigue that showed that she was overwhelmed. Even at this moment, she looked a little worried with a frown between her brows.

She whispered, "Mr. Mecklen..."

Charlotte saw her hesitant expression and smiled, saying, "You have never done anything wrong. Those are not your responsibility. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Anastasia almost cried. As an illegitimate daughter, she lived a comfortable life, although she was not presentable. Ever since her mother informed Lady Nansela, everything in her life collapsed. Her mother died at the hands of her beloved compatriots, and her father also died at the hands of the Byrons. She had no idea where to go.
Anastasia covered her face, trying not to let the tears flow.

Charlotte was considerate and said nothing. She waited until the girl calmed down before she said, "No one can choose their birth."

Anastasia asked in a depressed tone, "Should I be considered a Behemoth or a Lady of Nansera?"

Charlotte said in a gentle voice: "Neither, you are from Fars!" "In this world, people are divided into different groups because of faith, religion, region, culture, and various other reasons. Because of different standpoints, everyone has to dedicate their lives to something illusory."

“Some people may think that their dedication is meaningful, but I think…”

"There should only be one kind of people in this world. We can fight for our own interests, for our country, for the right to survive, but we really shouldn't fight for our identities."

"I am from Fars, you are from Fars, Behemoth is from Fars, Lady Nansera is from Fars, we should not have different identities and sacrifice for this identity."

“Maybe what I said is wrong, maybe few people agree with me, but this is what I really think.”

Anastasia had never heard of such a bizarre statement. She always believed that Lady Nansera was different from the Behemoth people. For a moment, she didn't even know how to refute Charlotte, but she seemed to feel in her heart that if there was no distinction between people from different places in the empire and everyone was from Fars, it would indeed reduce a lot of wars.

Charlotte handed over a handkerchief and felt a little embarrassed as she watched Anastasia take it and wipe her tears.

This handkerchief belonged to Anne. He had just escaped and returned to 58 Champs-Elysees. When Anne went to see him, she handed it to him to wipe his tears. At that time, Charlotte's tears were not sincere.

Now he had to lend it to another girl to wipe her tears, and he felt a little sorry for Anne.

After Anastasia wiped her tears, Charlotte ungentlemanly asked for the handkerchief back and said, "Maybe what I said doesn't make sense, but Miss Anastasia, just take it as your life creed!"

"It will make you feel much better if you believe that you are not from any region but from Fars."

Although Charlotte was comforting Anastasia, her mind was filled with Hughes. When she thought about the duel with Hughes tomorrow, she had no other thoughts.

At this time, Hughes was arguing with two generals of the Restoration Army.

Both of them are high-level transcendents, respectively commanding two armies second only to Hughes. Although they reluctantly submit to Jonathan's leadership, they are not convinced by Hughes.

Zolman shouted, "Hughes! You can't duel with Charlotte. You are the leader of the Restoration Army and you can't take risks. I will fight tomorrow. I will definitely kill the murderer under the Mostar Castle and avenge Jonathan."

Another general, Lin Bosenyan, also said, "No, let me do it."

"Zolman, you are old. If you fail, wouldn't it be a disgrace to us, Lady Southera?"

"I have made a breakthrough in swordsmanship recently. I have condensed the proof of glory, the proof of courage, and the proof of war. I can let that Behemoth kid know what a true knight is."

Charlotte's information eventually spread among the Yugoslav Restoration Army.

Although the lower-level soldiers were still "shocked" by his battle achievements, the senior generals of the Restoration Army all knew that Charlotte Mecklen was just a "low-level extraordinary."

So when Hughes expressed his intention to duel with Charlotte under the Fortress of Mostar, the other two most important generals of the Restoration Army, Zolman and Limbersenyan, both wanted to compete for this duel that was "destined" to become famous.

Xiu Si was silent, allowing the two generals to quarrel until they were about to escalate the quarrel into a duel. Then he said calmly: "Lady Nansela should not fight among herself. Let Zolman fight! He is a level 15 knight, a little higher in rank."

Zolman and Lin Bosenyan looked at each other, both feeling slightly proud. Their quarrel was actually for Xiu Si to see. They had agreed before coming to Xiu Si that it didn't matter which of them would come out to duel, but Xiu Si must not be allowed to appear and gain prestige.

They all don't want another Jonathan.

(End of this chapter)