first wizarding world war.

Chapter 209: Black Robe Female Saint Rank

Charlotte was very sure that Emperor Alfred Guillaume was by no means "a simple-minded boy who could not hide anything", and that her first impression of the Red Dragon Emperor was 100% wrong.

His Majesty the Emperor may be young, but he is definitely a man of unfathomable depth and strategy. His every move is meaningful and he is definitely not the kind of shallow person who just likes to show it off.

A Saint can definitely restrain his power to a degree that ordinary people cannot detect it.

Emperor Alfred Guillaume revealed his strength twice, once when he patted him on the shoulder on the Breton Bridge, and once just now when he walked him out of the palace with his arm around his shoulder.

This move must have a profound meaning...

Charlotte sat in the carriage and looked back at the Red Dragon Palace. He suddenly felt a sense of fear, just like the feeling he had when he faced the two evil gods for the second time.

Charlotte sighed from the bottom of his heart, and stopped thinking about it. He waited for the palace carriage to take him back to the Embassy Street. He did not go into the embassy in Fars, but turned around and left, exchanging for dark luxury.

He wanted to take a look at the mansion given by the emperor before leaving.

The mansion is at 698 South Riverside Street, Severn Terrace!
There is a street running through Breton on each side of the Severnte River. The side near the Red Dragon Palace is South Severnte Riverside Street, and the side near the Nether Spring Palace is North Severnte Riverside Street. South Severnte Riverside Street is much more prosperous, with many famous buildings of the Inglima Empire, many scenic spots, many high-end shops, restaurants, pubs, cafes, and even Fars Tea House, which specializes in providing tea from various countries for guests to taste and buy.

Number 698, South Riverside Street, Seventies, not far from Embassy Street, was dark and luxurious, and it only took a dozen minutes to get there, pulled by eight magic horses.

Charlotte turned the dark luxury into a ring and couldn't help but look up. This house was even weirder than he had imagined.

It is indeed eccentric, not luxurious.

It is on a lonely hill. Although the hill is not that high, it is still about seventy or eighty meters, so carriages cannot go up. A piece of open space is specially enclosed at the foot of the hill for parking carriages. However, the carriage parking lot is empty now, and it is obvious that no one lives in this house.

Charlotte had already obtained the documents and keys of the property. She looked at the gate of the house. The gate was built very grandly, but there was no obstruction behind the gate. She could see two steps inside. One went down, just a few steps, leading to the parking lot for the carriage, and the other went up, climbing higher.

Charlotte was too lazy to open the door. She activated her agility technique and jumped over the gate. She climbed up the stairs and after seventy or eighty steps, she came to a small platform. There were two more steps here. One led to a house halfway up the mountain, which was No. 699, and the other led to the top of the mountain, which was No. 698!
Charlotte was slightly interested in this neighbor. He guessed that there was probably no one living here now, so he walked up the steps leading to the middle of the mountain, wanting to take a look at what the houses here looked like.

He had just walked about 20 or 30 meters when he heard a faint voice coming from above his head: "This is a private residence. Trespassers please stop."

Charlotte didn't expect that the neighbor was still there. She was quite embarrassed and quickly took out the residential documents and said, "Sorry, I have residential documents."

As soon as he said this, his hand shook slightly, and the housing documents disappeared.

This was a great shock. Charlotte drew the rapier from her waist and took a defensive stance.

Someone actually managed to take the documents from him without leaving any trace. This person is truly terrifying.

After a while, a graceful figure in a black robe appeared in the air and said, "You've gone the wrong way. No. 698 is at the top of the mountain!"

The graceful figure in black robe dropped the residential document and disappeared from Charlotte's sight in an instant. Charlotte jumped up and grabbed the residential document that was floating down, and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Holy Rank!” “How can there be a Holy Rank!?”

On the one hand, he regretted that he was too reckless, and on the other hand, he was secretly surprised why he had such a neighbor.
There were no carriages in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. He had always thought that no one lived here. And looking at the steps along the way, there were almost no footprints, which meant that people lived here...

There is only the female saint in black robe!
She didn't even have a servant.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party has servants of the holy rank.

This may be too low.

"Why does a Saint live here?"

"What does it mean that the Emperor Alfred Guillaume has given me a house like this, with a strange saint as a neighbor?"

"I wasn't tricked, was I?"

Charlotte was lost in thought as she changed routes and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The top of this hill is flat and is a small square of more than ten acres in size according to the area unit on Earth. On one side of it, a Sherlock-style building is built. It is very tall. Although it has only five floors, each floor is probably more than six meters high. If it were placed on Earth, it would be a high-rise building.

Charlotte took out the key and pushed the door open. The first floor was similar to No. 58 Chrysler Avenue, with three study rooms, two reception rooms, a hall, and two dining rooms.

There is thick dust everywhere here. I don't know how long it has been since anyone has lived here.

Charlotte glanced at the room and decided not to explore further, since he had to go back to Fars anyway, so he would think about cleaning it the next time he came.

Charlotte closed the door again and looked towards the mountainside as she went down the mountain, thinking of the mysterious female saint again.

Although according to the customs of the Earth, one should visit the neighbors, but Charlotte felt that this was definitely not a good idea. The mysterious female saint seemed to have a bad temper. If she was killed by the other party and thrown into the Severntai River, even Emperor Fars would not necessarily seek justice for her.

Charlotte took a deep breath, walked to the foot of the mountain, released the dark luxury, and returned to the embassy in Fars.

He didn't have much time left in Breton. In the next few days, he bought some gifts to send back to Strasbourg and said goodbye to Julian. Julian didn't say anything, but just wished him a safe journey. Charlotte knew that if she had to go to the battlefield again, she would definitely have another chance to meet Julian on the battlefield. At that time, the two would no longer be friends, but enemies.

But there was no more words to say about this matter that had risen to the national level, and he could only bid farewell to Julian. This time, he would not bring Julian into the diplomatic corps again.

A few days later, Charlotte received news that the warship Titanic, which was to take him to Fars, was leaving. She packed her luggage, took Dorothy, Anastasia, Belisa, and eighteen red bear warriors, and set off for the port.

He didn't expect to meet another acquaintance at the port.

(End of this chapter)