Chapter 491: The Third Magic Contract Scroll

This discovery made Charlot Mecklenburg even more certain that the current Zimourman Axel Robin was no longer human but something far beyond that—Him!

After slaying three Icebound Undead Knights, Charlot hurried back to find Zimourman still engaged in combat with an advanced mid-tier Icebound Undead Knight.

Despite being outclassed by at least three tiers, Zimourman showed no sign of faltering in his fight.

Upon arriving, Charlot immediately hurled his double-handed battle axe, severing the legs of the advanced mid-tier Icebound Undead Knight.

Zimourman followed up with a decisive sword strike, finishing off the resilient foe.

The Icebound Undead Knight dissolved into a mist of frost upon death, leaving behind only a two-handed greatsword that radiated cold energy—clearly an extraordinary weapon.

In the dungeons beneath the desolate City of the Pale, it was rare for monsters to drop such exceptional weapons. Zimourman grabbed the greatsword and, after giving it a few experimental swings, exclaimed, "Not bad!" He then offered, "You want it?"

Charlot shook his head. "I'm not skilled with this kind of sword," he replied.

Without hesitation, Zimourman swapped out his own weapon for the newly acquired greatsword.

Charlot truly wasn’t proficient with two-handed greatswords or the broadswords popular on the New Continent. He was far better with rapiers. However, even if he could wield it, he didn’t see the need to compete with Zimourman over this weapon, especially since he already had his double-handed battle axe. Besides, he didn’t care much for extraordinary weapons.

As Charlot casually waved his hand to disperse the cold aura left behind by the slain Icebound Undead Knight, he noticed a scroll among the remnants. Curious, he picked it up and opened it, feeling his heart skip a beat.

It was a magic contract scroll.

Charlot had encountered two of these before. One had been used on the Golden Ram Herolf and the other on the Silverback Gorilla Choudrou, both becoming formidable Saint-rank subordinates at the twenty-second tier.

Finding a magic contract scroll in this dungeon was a pleasant surprise.

Feigning indifference, Charlot remarked, "A magic scroll. Do you want it?"

Having just acquired the frost-enchanted greatsword, Zimourman waved dismissively. "It’s yours."

Charlot calmly stored the magic contract scroll, his mind racing. Who would be the right person to use this on?

“Midaphis Axel? By the time I return to Fars, he’s probably already a goner. Mossred? Not likely; Antonio has probably dealt with him already.”

“Hmm, Zimourman isn’t a good choice either. That might cause trouble.”

Even the Demon of the Mirror hadn’t yet been assigned a target. Naturally, this third magic contract scroll would take time to find a suitable recipient. With several Saint-rank subordinates already under his command, Charlot wasn’t in a rush to recruit more. After all, his leadership charisma alone was enough to attract Saint-rank followers like Viggo, Argon, and several nobles from Black Phoenix City. He hardly needed to rely on such minor tricks as magic contracts.

Charlot signaled to Zimourman that they should press on.

Zimourman gestured back, indicating that he was ready.

The pair advanced several hundred steps further before they heard an uproar ahead. Charlot shifted back to his human form. In this shape, he could discreetly cast the Swiftstep Technique and scouted ahead.

Before long, Charlot spotted a monster nest. There were hundreds of green-skinned, diminutive creatures, though their leaders stood tall, wielding magic staves adorned with flags—evidently shaman-like figures.

Charlot retreated quietly and reported to Zimourman, "There are too many monsters. We can’t possibly take them all."

One had just ascended to the seventh tier, and the other could only wield third-tier Bloodfire Combat Energy. Facing such numbers was indeed daunting.

Zimourman whispered, "Let’s find a place to rest first."

Charlot nodded in agreement. The two retreated from the monster nest and found a secluded spot to recover. While Zimourman rested, Charlot pretended to meditate before making an excuse to leave. Soon, he returned to the monster nest.

Charlot hefted his double-handed battle axe, spat on the ground, and activated Blood Glory, transforming into a whirlwind as he charged into the horde.

As an imposter pretending to be Kainan, Charlot had to hold back, but the real Charlot feared nothing.

The first few dozen monsters didn’t even have time to blink before they were shredded into pulp by his axe. One green-skinned shaman managed to cast a fireball, but Charlot swatted it aside without so much as a glance and split the creature in half with a single swing.

In just half an incense stick’s worth of time, Charlot slaughtered the entire horde. His rewards included over ten Fragments of Divinity and a polearm-like weapon. With his spoils in hand, he left the scene unhurriedly.

Upon returning to the rest spot, Charlot called out excitedly, "I went to take a leak and stumbled upon a monster. Killing it got me this short spear!"

The polearm, shorter than a traditional knight’s lance, was an extraordinary weapon. Charlot wasn’t accustomed to using such weapons, but given its rarity, he decided to bring it back.

Zimourman’s eyes lit up upon seeing the spear. "You don’t want it? Then give it to me."

True to his nature, Charlot handed the spear over.

It was a second-tier extraordinary weapon imbued with the properties of Swiftness and Sharpness, perfectly suited to Zimourman’s combat style. While traditional knight lances weren’t popular on the New Continent due to their impracticality, polearms of this size were highly favored, and Zimourman was well-versed in their use.

Charlot didn’t think much of giving away a second-tier extraordinary weapon. He’d handed over legendary warships before! Even a Saint-rank dragon-slaying rod had been casually gifted to Antonio.

But for Zimourman, this gesture seemed to mean something different. Charlot’s refusal to take any Fragments of Divinity, his willingness to bring back even one or two fragments from solo hunts, and his habit of asking Zimourman if he wanted certain items—all these actions struck a chord.

Zimourman caressed the spear, smiling warmly, lost in thought.

At first, Charlot didn’t think much of it, but he began to feel increasingly uneasy. Breaking the silence, he urged, "Let’s go hunt more monsters."

"Once we’ve grown stronger, we’ll return to wipe out that nest."

Zimourman agreed, strapping the spear to his back, hefting his frost greatsword, and following Charlot.

After over ten battles, Charlot finally took another step forward. His Bloodfire Combat Energy advanced to the fourth tier, and he awakened a new extraordinary ability—Thick Skin.

As its name suggested, Thick Skin enhanced the physical durability of bearfolk, making them tougher. It was a defensive ability.

While this ability was invaluable to ordinary bearfolk, it offered limited utility to Charlot. With his superior combat skills, he rarely sustained injuries in the first place.

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