Charlot Mecklenburg was a twenty-fifth-rank, fifth-grade Administrator Chief in Fars; a twenty-fourth-rank, first-grade Councillor in the Empire of Inglima; and an Archivist of the Red Dragon Palace.
In the Empire of Inglima, Charlotte had already crossed an uncrossable class divide. Upon returning to Inglima, he was even more at home than he had been in Fars.
Well, Archpriest Augsladin was still in Britannia.
As soon as Charlotte arrived in Britannia, he went to visit Archpriest Augsladin.
The Archpriest was having too much fun in Britannia to miss Fars, living happily every day. He had been riding in a carriage that day, on his way to discuss church affairs with several local Priests of the Lord of Radiance, when the carriage door suddenly opened and a young man barged in.
Archpriest Augsladin was greatly surprised to see Charlotte. "Why have you returned to Britannia?"
Charlotte shrugged. "Personal business!"
"I know Your Archpriesthood doesn't care about money or glory, but there's an opportunity to save the people of Fars. Surely you wouldn't want to miss it."
Though Archpriest Augsladin had a few peculiar hobbies, he was a genuine Saint Rank.
In Charlotte's plan, this Archpriest was extremely important.
At the mention of money and glory, Archpriest Augsladin's eyes lit up. "What opportunity?"
Charlotte answered with a smile, "An Ancient Magic Warship belonging to pirates is docked at a port several hundred kilometers away. I discovered the news by accident..."
Archpriest Augsladin's voice trembled. "Is that true?"
An Ancient Magic Warship was priceless. If it belonged to pirates, that meant it had no legal owner and could simply be taken by force.
"Of course," Charlotte replied. "I came to Britannia Island by hiding aboard that ship."
"Besides, there isn't a single Saint Rank aboard. Before you, Your Archpriesthood, it's like a pure virgin