first wizarding world war.

Chapter 187: The First Rose of Fars
Charlotte smiled and said, "I also hope that the first deception in my life will come from a beautiful senior..."

Julian interrupted and said, "Senior Menilman?"

Charlotte immediately spat out the tea she had just drunk and said, "Don't joke like that!"

Julian laughed out loud, and regained some of his innocence and liveliness. In fact, he did not hate Charlotte's evilness that much. Although Charlotte almost played him in the palm of her hand and stole the secret scroll of Asilo, Julian could also feel that Charlotte never wanted to betray him, which made him very "novel".

As a vampire and a descendant of the Three Emperors, Julian knows humans' feelings towards vampires, hatred, fear and terror. But if given the chance, almost every human would choose to become a vampire just for the long lifespan.

But Charlotte was different from all the humans he knew.

After he knew Charlotte's identity, he immediately guessed that he was not a vampire at all, but a human who practiced bloody glory.

Although most vampires hate humans who practice Bloody Glory, this hatred actually comes from Protagoras, the founder of this secret technique. This great human philosopher slaughtered too many vampires.

Julian didn't think there was any deep hatred between him and Charlotte.

There are wars between countries, and everyone serves their own master without mercy, but individuals do not necessarily need to hate each other. This is Julian's philosophy of life.

Charlotte couldn't help but ask, "You also know Senior Menilman?"

Julian whispered, "The name of the First Rose of Fars is well known to me. I had the honor of meeting Miss Menilman once, and I once thought of asking my father to propose to Count Sumei."

Charlotte spread her hands and asked, "Why not? Did you lose to Zimmerman?"

Julian shrugged his shoulders and gave an answer that made Charlotte laugh and cry: "I was only five years old that year."

This time it was Charlotte's turn to laugh. He was a little glad that he didn't take another sip of black tea just now, otherwise he would have spit out the tea!

Charlotte thought about it and wondered which female star she liked when she was five years old.

He thought about it carefully and remembered that he liked Optimus Prime, the Cybertron robot that could transform into a flat-head truck. In less than two months, because Optimus Prime couldn't fly, he fell in love with Starscream, the chatterbox who could transform into an F-15 fighter. Later, because Starscream was too weak and always got beaten up, he fell in love with the handsome and fierce...

Well, when he was five years old, he didn’t like pretty girls.

Julian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although I still admire Miss Menilman very much, times have changed."

He raised his eyebrows at Charlotte, hinting at something.

Charlotte raised her left hand and said, "I have someone else I like."

Charlotte was actually secretly surprised that Julian was able to find out so many things, including his identity and some unreliable rumors. This young man from the Asilo family did have the talent to be a spy.

The two wisely did not talk about the war between Bron and Fars. The atmosphere was as harmonious as ever. Julian suddenly said, "There is a ball hosted by the Count of Victory Champagne tonight. Do you want to attend?"

Charlotte hesitated slightly and said, "Isn't that a good idea?" Julian smiled and said, "Grand Priest Augsradin will also participate."

Charlotte agreed immediately. He had come to Breton but had not had the chance to meet the High Priest Augsradin. It would be a good thing to have a chance to meet the leader of the diplomatic corps and ask him how to act.

Just as Charlotte agreed, she remembered something and asked in confusion: "The Count of Champagne? Isn't he the Count of Fars? Why is he in Breton?"

Julian smiled and explained, "It's not Earl Bedivere, it's Earl Lanmaroc."

Charlotte suddenly realized.

The Count of Champagne is the nickname of Count Bedivere, a native of Fars. He is famous for the champagne house in his earldom that is famous in the Old World.

Charlotte tried several times to buy a bottle of champagne produced by the Earl of Bedivere Winery, but was disappointed every time because she couldn't get the goods.

Count Lanmalok is the Earl of the Inglimar Empire. He is an excellent martial artist. It is said that he was promoted to the saint level when he was young. He is invincible in the duel arena and has never been defeated on the battlefield. Therefore, he was given the reputation of the Count of Victory Champagne. In terms of reputation, he is much more famous than Count Bedivere. He was once known as Zimmerman.

Charlotte realized that this was a banquet hosted by this legendary figure, and she immediately began to look forward to it. She said casually, "I'm afraid my status is not high enough to enter the ball hosted by Count Lanmaroc."

Julian clapped his hands, and soon someone came in and placed a gold-foiled invitation in front of Charlotte.

Charlotte asked herself that she had been promoted rapidly in her position, but she still felt a huge gap in status in front of Julian. Fortunately, he had a good attitude and did not dwell on this little thing. She accepted the invitation and said, "Would you like to sell your pistol?"

Julian said, "Of course I will! Those are the weapons I recently eliminated. However, I can't give them to you. I didn't come to the Ingrima Empire through formal channels, and I'm short of cash. Otherwise, I wouldn't sell them."

Charlotte finally understood why the young female clerk said that if she had come earlier, she would not have seen these blood-sucking weapons. He smiled and said, "What a coincidence. I don't need cash."

Julian said cheerfully: "This Withered Rose can fire both normal bullets and blood energy bullets. Every time it hits an enemy, it absorbs the enemy's vitality and turns it into new bullets, so it can be said to have unlimited ammunition."

"The reason I gave it up is because it's just a low-level supernatural artifact. The power of each bullet is only equivalent to the full force of a fifth-level supernatural. After I was promoted to the middle level, it was no longer useful."

Charlotte didn't care about the grade of the Withered Rose. He just didn't have a good weapon recently, so he made do with it. Besides, each bullet of the Withered Rose could absorb the enemy's vitality, and it had almost unlimited ammunition, which was quite suitable for him to use.

Julian hesitated for a moment and said, "We are friends, so two hundred pounds!"

Charlotte immediately took out his wallet and counted out two hundred pounds and placed them on the table. The windfall he made in Cappadocia came in handy again.

Julian took the gold pounds and had the withered roses delivered.

Charlotte played with it for a while, her left arm felt slightly warm, and the withered rose blossomed and faded like a flower, merging into the bloody vortex in her left arm.

(End of this chapter)