Chapter 249: The Stellar Workshop

On the third day after Charlot Mecklenburg returned to Strasbourg, Annie had classes and could not accompany him, so he decided to pay a visit to the Stellar Workshop.

Emperor Julius Axel had granted him a blood core of a vampire baron and instructed the Stellar Workshop to craft a vampiric weapon tailored specifically for him. All costs and materials would be covered by the royal treasury.

Charlot had no shortage of extraordinary weapons, but the ones truly compatible with him were few. While the Blood Rose, capable of housing the Blood Vortex in his left arm, had its merits, it was merely a low-tier extraordinary weapon. The Berserker Blade was powerful but inconvenient to carry around.

Among the rest of his extraordinary arsenal, his favorites were his three anti-space firearms. Unfortunately, whether it was the Anti-Space Long-Range Rifle or the two Firequell Silver Rhinos, they were heavily reliant on anti-magic armor-piercing rounds, which were prohibitively expensive and extremely hard to acquire.

This made Charlot particularly curious about what kind of extraordinary weapon the Stellar Workshop could craft for him.

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The Stellar Workshop was located in the Rosé District, part of the old city area of the Sherlock dynasty. Charlot had visited the area once before with Annie for shopping. He chose not to take his Dark Luxury carriage but instead let Mrs. Nancy drive the usual horse-drawn carriage.

Charlot had heard of the Six Great Alchemy Workshops of the Fars Empire. The three anti-space firearms in his possession came from one of these workshops, the Firequell Workshop. He also once owned a Swiftstride Horse crafted by Stellar, which, while not extraordinary, was still an excellent alchemical creation. He had gifted it to Dubin Alger.

The Stellar Workshop had a long history and spanned an entire block. Both sides of the street were lined with shops owned by Stellar. Behind these shops were the workshop’s Eastern and Western Alchemy Districts, where all Stellar products were crafted.

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Charlot presented the emperor’s writ at one of the shops and handed it over. The shopkeeper, too intimidated to handle such a significant matter on his own, promptly escorted Charlot to the back.

Soon, Charlot met a young man.

Willomar Stellar!
The heir to the Stellar Workshop!

Though the term "heir" wasn’t used in the Old Continent, Willomar Stellar was the only son of Hasu Stellar, the workshop’s master. Willomar was a highly skilled high-tier alchemy master and the youngest in the Old Continent to achieve this rank.

Hasu Stellar had no intention of meeting Charlot personally, so he sent his son instead.

Willomar greeted Charlot with a warm smile and said, “By the command of His Majesty Julius Axel, the Stellar Workshop will do everything in its power.”

“What grade is the blood core you hold?” he asked. “Is it low-tier or mid-tier?”

Charlot hesitated for a moment and then said, “Could you return the writ to me for a moment?”

Willomar looked puzzled but replied, “I’m afraid the writ is the Stellar Workshop’s royal mandate. Returning it to you is not possible. Should you insist on taking it back, we would be unable to craft your extraordinary weapon.”

Charlot smiled apologetically. “I merely wish to look at it again. I do not intend to retrieve it.”

Though the request was unusual, Willomar handed the writ back to Charlot. Charlot examined it carefully three times and noticed something that thrilled him—there was no mention of the grade of the blood core in the emperor’s writ!

This was no royal oversight. The blood core of a vampire baron was already high-tier and extremely rare.

No one could have anticipated...

Charlot still possessed a Saint-tier blood core!

...

Returning the writ to Willomar, Charlot smiled and said, “I will need a private space.”

Though Willomar found Charlot troublesome, he accommodated the request and arranged for a room.

Charlot placed his hand over his right arm, extracting the Dorian Saint-tier blood core from the Blood Vortex.

He had long been uncertain about how to use this priceless object. Though Charlot knew he might not be able to wield a Saint-tier extraordinary artifact until he reached the Saint rank, he also understood the inherent danger of possessing such a treasure. After all, the old Eastern adage said: “A man without sin becomes guilty simply by possessing a treasure.”

But the opportunity was right before him. Why waste it?

When Charlot handed the Dorian Saint-tier blood core to Willomar Stellar with a bright smile, the youngest high-tier alchemist in the Old Continent's face changed seven times in rapid succession.

It couldn’t change more—not because there wasn’t time but because human skin could only display so many shades of complexity.

Willomar dared not question Charlot’s legitimacy. After all, Charlot held the emperor’s writ, and the document was authentic. A duplicate copy had been issued directly to the Stellar Workshop by the royal palace.

After a long pause, Willomar excused himself, saying he needed to consult his father. When he returned half an hour later, his expression was strange.

“In thirty minutes, you will have your vampiric weapon,” Willomar announced.

Charlot was shocked. “In just thirty minutes?”

He could only imagine the Nine Ancestral Evils crafting a Saint-tier extraordinary weapon in such a short time. Charlot was skeptical that even a Saint-tier alchemist could complete such a monumental task so quickly.

Willomar smiled. “You’ll see the result soon enough. Why not wait a little longer?”

“Hand me the blood core.”

Though wary of potential theft, Charlot handed over the Dorian Saint-tier blood core. Willomar hurried off once more.

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Half an hour later...

Willomar still hadn’t returned.

Charlot grew restless. While he doubted the Stellar Workshop would dare steal from him—given his possession of the emperor’s writ—the core’s immense value left him uneasy. Finally, he called out, “Send for Willomar Stellar at once!”

The attendant—a low-tier alchemist assigned to assist him—dared not delay and quickly went to fetch Willomar. Another thirty minutes passed, and Charlot, nearly ready to dismantle the workshop himself, saw Willomar return, carrying a small box.

“Mr. Mecklenburg,” Willomar began with a deep bow, “my father underestimated the difficulty of crafting this weapon, causing a slight delay.”

“However, this extra time allowed us to perfect the weapon. I trust you’ll understand a true alchemist’s commitment to excellence.”

Charlot eyed the small box. It seemed far too compact to hold a weapon...

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