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Chapter 309: Erroneous Intelligence
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 16:09:01 +0000 UTCMenielman had just captured two magical alchemical warships, significantly boosting his strength but also facing a severe manpower shortage. Sabastine, being a seasoned pirate skilled in various seafaring techniques, quickly adapted to the magical alchemical warships despite her initial unfamiliarity. Tumisan, on the other hand, struggled. After half a month, he still hadn’t memorized the magical restriction codes.
Charlot Mecklenburg quickly deduced the situation after a few probing questions. It became clear that his senior had sent Tumisan because the old Leopardman wasn’t proficient in commanding magical alchemical warships. However, Charlot didn’t require advanced technical expertise—he just needed someone who could fight, and Tumisan’s arrival was perfectly timed.
Charlot had not expected Andreas to deduce that Sedona City’s army had not mobilized due to some internal issue. Andreas’s reasoning was logical under normal circumstances, but Charlot wasn’t one to follow conventional rules.
Not only was there no problem on Charlot’s end, but he had also gained an experienced Leopardman ally.
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Andreas infiltrated Sedona City alone at night, heading straight for Charlot’s residence. His plan was simple: if the Golden Ram Herolf wasn’t present, he would assassinate Charlot, ending the conflict and paving the way for a full-scale attack on South Seraph.
Securing South Seraph would allow him to march into Behemoth Principality and reach the outskirts of Strasbourg within ten days of rapid advancement. Strategically, Andreas’s plan was flawless. However, his first step was a fatal miscalculation.
Andreas scaled the courtyard wall and, relying on his Saint rank senses, quickly located the Leopardman, who was feasting with Charlot. Charlot was enthusiastically pouring drinks and offering dishes, embodying the Earthling tradition of hospitality.
The Leopardman was speaking animatedly about the internal conflicts within the Orc Assassin Alliance, the future of the Orcs, and Septimius’s theories about abstaining from cannibalism. Despite being a master assassin, the Leopardman harbored a compassionate worldview and hoped to lead the Orcs onto a path of enlightenment.
Tumisan took a sip of wine and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think the Orcs have a future?”
Charlot, with his knowledge of Earth’s advanced civilizations, countless political systems, and philosophies, found the Leopardman’s dilemmas trivial. Smiling, he said, “The future of the Orcs lies not in whether they can integrate into human society or gain human acceptance but in creating their own civilization.”
“To build a civilization, you must prioritize education. The Five Great Empires have rigorous education systems that produce countless talents. However, the Orcs remain in a tribal state with an outdated system where elders pass down knowledge. Until this changes, the Orcs will have no future.”
Charlot’s eloquent words struck at the core of the issue, leaving Tumisan increasingly impressed. Tumisan, inspired by Charlot’s insight, said, “Some Orcs dislike the sea and refuse to live on the ocean. However, they also believe in the teachings of abstinence from cannibalism. If I entrusted them to you, would you take care of them?”
Charlot didn’t have strong feelings about the Orcs but firmly believed in one principle: education was the key to solving problems in underdeveloped regions. Economic measures alone were ineffective without education.
Historical evidence had shown that education was the foundation of progress. However, without aggressive, even forceful, investment in education, relying solely on moral persuasion and material aid was futile. Pure economic assistance had never saved a single nation on Earth.
Charlot was about to agree when he suddenly heard a phoenix-like cry and felt a hostile energy lock onto him. “An assassin!” he thought, but then reassured himself, “With Tumisan here, what do I have to fear?”
Andreas had barely made his move when the unassuming old man beside Charlot suddenly sprouted fur and transformed into a Leopardman. Tumisan pounced at a speed that exceeded Andreas’s, unleashing the overwhelming force of the magical rapier Sea Strider, which carried the momentum of a boundless ocean.
Andreas was shocked, thinking, “Another Saint rank?!”
After a single exchange, Andreas spat out blood.
Although Tumisan’s power was slightly inferior to the Golden Ram Herolf’s, his unmatched speed as a Leopardman and his mastery as an assassin allowed him to dominate Andreas, the youngest Saint rank of the Black Phoenix Dynasty.
Andreas, realizing he was utterly outmatched, fled into the sky towards Chloe Hadrian’s camp.
Tumisan sneered, “If you escape, I’ll change my surname to Mecklenburg!” He pursued Andreas leisurely, allowing him brief moments of freedom before striking again. Andreas was intercepted seven times, receiving seven strikes from Tumisan’s magical rapier, leaving him utterly drained and full of regret.
“This is no simple battlefield; it’s a death trap!” Andreas lamented.
In desperation, Andreas landed, hoping to use the ground to stabilize himself. Tumisan, however, unleashed a strike with the power of surging tides, aiming to finish the fight. At that moment, a military-clad middle-aged man intercepted Tumisan with a fist imbued with energy that transformed into a flurry of feathers.
Tumisan exclaimed, “Monson! Are you here to babysit Constantine’s son?”
Although Andreas didn’t recognize the Orc Assassin Alliance’s legendary figures, Tumisan, a seasoned assassin, immediately identified the man as Monson, a Saint rank of the Black Phoenix Dynasty and Constantine’s trusted lieutenant.
Tumisan, knowing Monson’s presence suggested Constantine might be nearby, decided not to press the fight. He clashed briefly with Monson before retreating.
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Andreas, barely escaping Sedona City, met Monson and exclaimed, “Uncle Monson, why didn’t you kill him?”
Monson replied gravely, “I’m not his match.”
Andreas was stunned. “Who is that old man?”
Monson answered, “One of the three Saint rank leaders of the Orc Assassin Alliance: the Leopard God, Tumisan.”
Andreas drew a sharp breath. “Does this mean the Orc Assassin Alliance has joined Fars?”
Monson explained, “Byron encouraged the Orc armies to attack Strasbourg and promised to deploy a Blood Ancestor. However, the Blood Ancestor never arrived, and the Orc armies suffered a devastating defeat at the hands of Fars’s Saint ranks. It wouldn’t be surprising if the Orc Assassin Alliance defected to Fars.”
Andreas, recalling another encounter, said, “I met another Saint rank a few days ago, even stronger than Tumisan.”
Monson’s expression turned grim. “Only Septimius surpasses Tumisan in strength. If that’s true, then Sedona isn’t an ordinary battlefield—it’s the main front for Fars’s offensive.”
Andreas and Monson hurriedly departed to report their findings, concluding that the Orc Assassin Alliance had indeed joined Fars.
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Half an hour later, Tumisan returned to Charlot, sheepishly admitting, “That youngster escaped. He had backup, and I couldn’t kill him.”
Charlot expressed regret. “Next time, let Herolf assist you. Together, you’ll surely succeed.”
Tumisan thought wryly, “Two Saint ranks against one young man? Isn’t that overkill?”
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