Chapter 326: The Central Government Office's Military Law Enforcement Bureau Executor

Annie whispered softly, "It's the Executor from the Military Law Enforcement Bureau of the Central Government Office!"

Charlot couldn't help but smile faintly, thinking, "The Law Enforcement Bureau finally has someone on the inside now."

Annie was born into the Bretagne family, which now held formidable power rivaling even the great dukes of the Empire. Earl Bretagne himself was the strongest individual in the Fars Empire, commanding a private knightly order of unparalleled strength. This young lady of the Bretagne family began her career as a first-class civil servant of the 24th grade—an extraordinary starting point—and even worked in the Military Law Enforcement Bureau of the Central Government Office. She was regarded as the most dazzling rising star in the Empire's political scene.

This is the power of a great family!

Charlot had struggled through countless battles, shedding blood and sweat, to barely cross the insurmountable divide of class.

Yet Annie, with nothing more than a single document from the Lionheart Empire, could easily surpass such barriers.

Of course, Charlot had no envy for Annie; if anything, he was delighted for her.

He whispered, "Annie, you finally have a job. I've already prepared a gift for you!"

Annie was startled and delighted, but secretly mused, "What kind of gift could it be? Surely, he wouldn’t give me a transcendent weapon?"

Charlot went upstairs and returned with a box, saying softly, "This is Floating Blossoms."

"When I first acquired it on the battlefield, I thought it suited you perfectly."

Charlot opened the box to reveal a flower crown. It was adorned with delicate blossoms, each petal bursting with vibrant colors, full of natural charm. It was not ostentatious but was simply more exquisite than an ordinary flower crown.

Annie was elated. Although she wasn’t a delicate, gentle girl, she still preferred extraordinary treasures like Floating Blossoms.

Charlot explained, "When worn, it summons colorful, ethereal flowers that hover around you and slowly ascend. You can even fly with the blossoms."

Annie smiled faintly, thinking, "I had already investigated this transcendent artifact. I didn’t expect him to gift it to me!"

"This must be the most romantic gift he owns."

Charlot personally placed the flower crown on Annie’s head.

Annie, as the West Wind Goddess of Gorgias University, was already a renowned beauty. Now, adorned with this transcendent artifact, her beauty became truly divine, as if a goddess from legend had descended into the mortal world.

Despite knowing Annie for so long, Charlot couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned, thinking, "This must be the highest reward for a transmigrator."

Transmigrators could gain favor with women through power, strength, systems, cheats, fortuitous encounters, or even birthright. Some were gifted a maid upon arrival, while others charmed women effortlessly. However, earning a woman’s affection through ordinary companionship was a rarity—a true one-in-a-million occurrence.

Noticing Charlot’s daze, Annie chuckled softly, her smile brimming with charm.

Charlot couldn’t help but sigh, "Annie truly is my goddess!"

Annie whispered, "I’m willing to be Charlot Mecklenburg’s one and only West Wind Goddess."

Charlot’s heart surged with emotion...

However, Annie didn’t stay to share dinner with him.

This time, Charlot personally escorted her back to 58 Sixth Avenue in the Val-de-Vas district.

In the past, Charlot wouldn’t have dared to set foot there, but now he confidently waved goodbye to Annie in front of this grand estate that symbolized the Empire’s top nobility.

As Annie stepped out of the car and entered her home, Charlot caught sight of Grandma Saint Karen welcoming her. The elderly woman smiled faintly and offered Charlot a courteous nod before escorting Annie inside.

Charlot’s emotions were turbulent. His earliest dream after transmigrating seemed within reach.

"To rise in rank, to gain wealth, to marry into High Society..."

"It’s not easy at all."

Charlot had risked his life through countless battles to achieve his current success.

Driving Dark Luxury, he returned to 58 Elysée Avenue.

At home, he instructed, "Madam Umeboshi, please prepare a dinner for me. Any dish you’re best at—I’ll enjoy it."

Mrs. Nancy and Madam Umeboshi were well aware of Charlot’s habits. No matter how late he returned, he would usually eat alone, as Annie almost never stayed for dinner. Mrs. Nancy brought out a barrel of ale, filling Charlot’s mug, and said, "Madam Umeboshi bought some beef today. It’s already marinated. It’ll be grilled and ready soon."

Charlot smiled slightly. "Perfect."

To the two middle-aged women, Charlot was an exceptional employer. He paid generously and on time, never delayed their wages, and even gave extra for personal errands. With Charlot’s rising status, they valued their jobs even more.

Golden Ram Herolf strode into the dining room and sat across from Charlot with the air of someone ready to share a meal.

Out of concern for his safety, Charlot had left Tumisan with Dolores but brought the old ram back. These days, Herolf also stayed at 58 Elysée Avenue.

The old ram, as usual, didn’t speak or even acknowledge Mrs. Nancy or Madam Umeboshi. The two women didn’t dare provoke him either. They had no idea why Charlot had brought back such a stern-looking figure, who resembled someone swindled out of his fortune.

Charlot chuckled. "If you’re hungry, you can ask Madam Umeboshi for some food."

The old ram remained silent. Though starving, he stubbornly maintained his mute persona until Charlot returned.

Charlot turned to Mrs. Nancy. "Prepare an extra serving. From now on, he’ll be the family steward. When I’m away, ensure he’s fed three meals a day."

Mrs. Nancy wondered why her master had chosen such a peculiar steward but refrained from questioning. She simply conveyed Charlot’s instructions to Madam Umeboshi.

Charlot poured a mug of ale for Herolf. The old ram, without a word, grabbed the mug and downed it in one go. Charlot handed over the entire barrel, and Herolf poured himself drink after drink, exuding a fierce aura.

Watching for a moment, Charlot smiled and pulled out three golden rings. He already knew the purpose of two: one controlled Saint Michael Island, and the other the Queen Bee ship. However, the third remained a mystery.

He could have asked Herolf, but Charlot enjoyed figuring things out on his own. If he failed, he could always ask later.

The moment Herolf saw the rings, he choked on his ale, coughing violently.

These rings were Herolf’s eternal regret.

Once, with these three golden rings, he had commanded Saint Michael Island, the Queen Bee, and an alchemical warship. His fleet of tens of thousands of pirates and dozens of ships had been unstoppable.

But now...

Herolf’s heart bled at the sight.

He watched Charlot Mecklenburg fiddling with the golden rings for a while, then putting away two of them, leaving only one to study repeatedly. He also consulted books he had recently borrowed from the Sheffield University Library, engrossed in research.

Herolf, the Golden Ram, felt as though a massive boulder was crushing his heart.

Charlot wasn't simply researching the golden ring; he was trampling on Herolf's dignity, provoking his will, flaunting his victory, and ruthlessly stabbing at the heart of a former Saint-ranked powerhouse who once stood among the top ten pirates and was hailed as the King of the Giant Whale Sea.

Charlot didn’t even bother asking about the divine beast’s whereabouts or the location of Herolf’s lifetime savings. At first, Herolf had prepared himself for the possibility that Charlot might interrogate him. If forced, he was determined to resist the pressure of their master-servant pact and guard his secrets. However, Charlot didn’t ask anything at all, simply indulging in his research. This left Herolf with a frustrated and disconcerting feeling: Why the hell won’t you interrogate me?!

The old ram was clearly facing a psychological issue.

Still, it didn’t seem to be depression—it was more akin to Stockholm Syndrome, a condition where the victim develops a psychological bond with their captor and might even offer help voluntarily.

Herolf wrestled internally, torn between maintaining his silent persona or revealing the secret of the third golden ring. Before he could decide, Charlot suddenly exclaimed with delight, “I’ve got it!”

He then pocketed the golden ring and closed the borrowed books just as Madam Umeboshi brought up dinner.

Without mentioning a single word about his discovery, Charlot began eating with great satisfaction.

Madam Umeboshi had also prepared a meal for Herolf. However, the Golden Ram ate without appetite, repeatedly questioning himself: Did he really figure it out? I didn’t even tell him! How could he know? He must be lying to trick me into revealing the big secret myself.

“Fine, tomorrow I’ll write the secret down,” Herolf thought. “Let’s see his expression then.”

With this solution in mind—one that let him preserve his silence while still divulging the secret of the third golden ring—Herolf’s mood improved considerably.

The craftsmanship of Madam Umeboshi was undeniably excellent. The beef she prepared was of top quality—succulent, tender, and richly flavorful.

Charlot, thoroughly enjoying his meal, devoured several kilograms of beef before finally feeling satisfied. He downed a large mug of ale and thought to himself, It’s time to begin training.

Since his transmigration into this world, Charlot had never ceased his rigorous training regimen. Daily practice had become an unshakable routine.

Looking over at Herolf, who was still struggling with his beef, Charlot couldn’t help but smile to himself. Soon, I’ll have a Saint-ranked housekeeper.

“Though this former pirate king is far rougher than Grandma Saint Karen in manners, his strength is undeniable. As the son of a merchant, having a Saint-ranked housekeeper is good enough—I can’t be too picky.”

Charlot stroked his chin, giving the old ram what he considered a “fair” evaluation.

Once he was full, Charlot had no interest in lingering. Leaving the housekeeper to his meal, he went upstairs to rest.

...

After hearing the whispers of the Serpent of Fate, Charlot’s training had progressed at an astonishing pace. Following his usual routine, he trained for several hours. When his blood energy transformed once more into Blood Glory, he suddenly felt a faint tremor in his back, signaling the formation of a new Blood Vortex.

Charlot had already cultivated nine Blood Vortexes, each representing a different vampire clan. However, the Blood Vortex associated with the Dorian Clan had yet to condense its Blood Rune.

This tenth Blood Vortex, now formed, similarly lacked a corresponding Blood Rune. It was linked to the Aristocles Clan. Sensing its presence, Charlot felt immense joy. By channeling Blood Glory into Stardust Battle Energy, he successfully advanced his Stardust Battle Energy to the thirteenth tier under the amplification of his nine Blood Vortexes.

This breakthrough marked Charlot’s formal entry into the upper echelon of the Extraordinary.

Spreading his arms wide, he watched as Stardust Battle Energy coursed across his body. Unable to contain himself, he murmured, “Someday, I’ll ascend to the Saint rank and become a true powerhouse in this world.”

After savoring the feeling for a moment, Charlot reversed the Stardust Battle Energy back into Blood Glory and went to sleep as usual.

...

The next morning, Annie Mecklenburg came to find Charlot. Upon seeing him, she smiled slightly and said, “Today, I got my graduation certificate early. I need to report to the Central Government Office’s Department of Law Enforcement. Will you come with me?”

Charlot nodded and replied with a smile, “Of course!”

This time, Charlot didn’t use Dark Luxury. Instead, he asked Mrs. Nancy to prepare a carriage.

This was one of Charlot’s quirks.

Although, to Annie, it was just a regular second-hand carriage, to many others, it symbolized ostentatious wealth and would undoubtedly stir curiosity about her identity, invoking awe.

Yet, riding in Mrs. Nancy’s second-hand carriage might also lead to amusing situations. Even though Annie would reveal her official appointment documents soon enough—at which point no one would dare to trouble a lady from the Bretagne family—Charlot still enjoyed these small amusements.

This, after all, was very much like Charlot.

Annie didn’t mind what kind of carriage they used. To her, both of Charlot’s carriages seemed much the same.

...

Upon arriving at the Central Government Office, Charlot couldn’t help feeling a wave of nostalgia as he stood before his old workplace. Just as he was about to accompany Annie inside, he saw his former supervisor, Mrs. Aldegonde.

Back when Charlot Mecklenburg worked as a first-class civil servant at the Central Government Office, Mrs. Aldegonde had been his direct superior. This rigid and authoritative senior bureaucrat now looked at Charlot with a hint of surprise.

Charlot had visited a few times before, carefully concealing his identity. But Mrs. Aldegonde, being in charge of various official documents, had quickly uncovered the truth. With the ongoing war, many details could no longer be hidden, and rumors about Charlot had spread widely within his former department.

Mrs. Aldegonde gave a customary nod and said, “Ah, Lord Mecklenburg! What brings you to the Central Government Office today? Shall I assist you with anything?”

Charlot’s spirits immediately dampened. In a low voice, he asked, “Mrs. Aldegonde! You’ve known about my identity all along?”

Glancing at the second-hand carriage Charlot and Annie had arrived in, Mrs. Aldegonde replied coolly, “Even your carriage, Dark Luxury, is well-known among your former colleagues.”

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