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Chapter 304: Charlot Mecklenburg, I Want to Hear Your Screams
🕑 Added 2025-03-06 16:04:00 +0000 UTCCharlot said, “I didn’t expect you to also be a philosopher!”
Herolf, the Golden Ram, sensed a slight unease but quickly reassured himself by recalling the successfully established magic contract. Laughing loudly, he replied, “And I didn’t expect you to remain so composed even when death is upon you.”
Charlot asked, “What about my Queen Bee?”
“If you return it, I might consider sparing your life.”
Charlot sighed helplessly. “Mr. Herolf, there’s no need for you to consider anything. I can’t return the Queen Bee because it’s not in my possession. Surely, you’ve heard that it’s parked at…”
Herolf sneered, interrupting him. “Of course, I know! The Queen Bee is at 698 Seventais South Riverside Street, the residence granted to you by Emperor Alfred Guillaume XV.”
He added mockingly, “Still trying to lie?”
“Mr. Charlot Mecklenburg, please continue your fabricated tale.”
Charlot replied in resignation, “There are actually other residents there.”
Herolf smirked. “A lovely widow as a neighbor, perhaps?”
Charlot quickly responded, “Yes, yes, exactly!”
Herolf’s smile faded, and he said coldly, “I’ve visited the site myself. 698 Seventais South Riverside Street sits atop a hill, with only one house there.”
Charlot hurriedly added, “There’s another house midway up the hill, on the other side. That’s 699 Seventais South Riverside Street!”
Herolf’s disdainful look made it clear he didn’t buy it. He scoffed, “Heh.”
Charlot suddenly felt utterly drained and thought to himself, “Every word I’ve said is the truth, but why won’t this old ram believe me?”
He muttered inwardly, “Is this guy completely incapable of hearing the truth?”
Herolf gazed out to sea and said slowly, “Hand over the Queen Bee, or I’ll make you suffer every form of torment imaginable!”
Charlot shook his head resolutely. “I can’t.”
Herolf let out a chilling laugh. “You stubborn fool. Time to show you why I’m called the Golden Ram!”
Charlot feigned surprise. “Isn’t it because I’ve sheared you countless times?”
Herolf felt a sudden pang in his chest, regretting the extensive back-and-forth with Charlot. Despite having him in his grasp, Charlot still managed to provoke him. Grinding his teeth, he snarled, “Charlot Mecklenburg, I want to hear your screams!”
Charlot chuckled. “Herolf, the Golden Ram! Let one rip.”
Following Charlot’s taunt, Herolf’s combat energy surged through his body, and he involuntarily let out a loud, resounding fart.
Charlot immediately held his breath and thought, “Thank goodness we’re out at sea and in the sky, or this would’ve been a disaster for everyone involved.”
Herolf was stunned. He tried channeling his combat energy several more times but found himself unable to harm Charlot. In a fit of rage, he released his grip on Charlot, but before Charlot could fall, Herolf instinctively grabbed him again.
Panicking, Herolf struggled in vain. No matter what method he used, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Charlot. Eventually, terror filled his face as he clung to Charlot and began weeping.
“What’s happening? Why can’t I harm this despicable, shameless scoundrel?”
Charlot patted Herolf’s head. “Hand over those three golden rings on your fingers.”
Herolf could only watch helplessly as his hands extended toward Charlot. One by one, Charlot removed the three golden rings and happily slipped them onto his own fingers.
Charlot said, “Now, set me down.”
Herolf’s body acted against his will, carefully lowering Charlot onto Saint Michael Island. Charlot found a mirror, stepped into the Infinite Mirror World to ensure his safety, and then calmly explained, “When you left to fetch the Titanic Whale, I made a slight modification to the magic contract. You were so eager to sign that you didn’t notice. But don’t worry, it doesn’t affect our cooperation.”
Herolf’s face turned from red to pale, and then…
He collapsed backward, raising a cloud of dust upon hitting the ground.
Charlot waited for a moment, and when Herolf didn’t get up, he emerged from the mirror. Ignoring the fallen Golden Ram, Charlot examined the rings. One of them seemed to control Saint Michael Island. At that moment, his diary transmitted a thought: Charlot Mecklenburg has become the master of Saint Michael Island, fulfilling the requirement to set up the twenty-ninth labyrinth. Saint Michael Island will now undergo labyrinthification.
The process required eighteen trades to be completed, during which Charlot could not leave the island.
Charlot pulled out his Red Viper, loaded it with ordinary bullets, and fired seven shots into the air. Not long after, Sabastine flew over the island and looked down at Charlot standing leisurely, with Herolf sprawled on the ground.
“You took care of the old ram?” she asked in astonishment.
Charlot shrugged. “Just played a little word game with the magic contract.”
Though Sabastine was his enemy, she couldn’t help but feel pity for Herolf, who ranked above her among the Ten Great Pirates. She couldn’t imagine how Charlot had tricked Herolf into signing the contract or what alterations he’d made, but Herolf’s current state spoke volumes—he’d likely passed out from sheer anger.
Sabastine let out a long whistle, summoning Tumisan, who was the first to arrive. Tumisan, the old Leopardman, was shocked by the scene. Charlot vaguely recounted what had happened, glossing over many details.
Tumisan, though uneducated, had traveled extensively across both the New and Old Continents and immediately noticed that Herolf had already regained consciousness. However, he chose not to point it out.
Before long, Menielman and High Priest Auguslatin arrived. Charlot once again gave a vague account of the events leading to Herolf’s downfall.
All four Saint-rank individuals noticed Herolf’s toes twitching inside his boots. Though they couldn’t see it, they could tell he was nervously clenching and unclenching his toes.
High Priest Auguslatin smiled and patted Charlot on the shoulder. “Mr. Charlot Mecklenburg, you’ve accomplished a remarkable feat.”
Charlot casually replied, “Shearing this old ram bald?”
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