Promoted to Third Rank

Charlotte had no intention of pursuing him. He shook his head and walked over to Wells, taking out his wallet. He also found a brand new Magnum Hand Shuttle and a leather bullet pouch on the detective.

As for the rapier the detective had, although it looked valuable, he didn't take it. First, he wasn't skilled in swordsmanship, and second, it would be difficult to get rid of while on the run.

Charlotte also picked up his own used Magnum Hand Shuttle, then simply walked away.

Having devoured the life force of Wells, a second-order supernatural, he needed to find a place to digest it.

After Charlotte left, the street gradually began to fill with pedestrians again.

Such public killings were commonplace in small towns and not even rare in the capital, Strasbourg. Few pedestrians even bothered to report it to the City Patrol. However, some kind souls did notify the municipal body collectors.

Wells' death was too gruesome, making the nearby residents very uncomfortable, so his body had to be removed.

Instead of leaving directly, Charlotte returned to the Upper Seven Districts. He quickly passed through the central area of Strasbourg and entered the Franche-Comté District, which was located across the city center from the Marne District.

Although he had no experience with counter-surveillance, he had read many similar posts online in his previous life, which gave him some ideas on how to mislead pursuers.

As long as he left the Upper Seven Districts, the Prison Guard Force generally wouldn't chase him, and the City Patrol's strength would also be weaker. If they were misled into searching towards the Marne District and Lucavaro District, it would be even safer.

Although the Outer Fifteen Districts also had garrisons, they generally weren't interested in minor cases like this.

Nor was he worried about a city-wide search. His conflict was with the new Warden, a personal grudge, and there were no clear charges against him. Even if the charges were solid, his status was too low, and it wasn't a major crime. How serious could selling off Supernatural Weapons from the prison be? It wasn't enough to warrant such a large-scale operation. The Empire didn't have that much City Patrol manpower to waste on security.

This really wasn't Earth!

Although Charlotte worked in the Marne District, upon entering the Franche-Comté District, he clearly felt the difference between the outer districts and the Upper Seven Districts.

It was dirtier and more chaotic here, the buildings were more jumbled, and the people walking on the streets were expressionless, clearly under immense life pressure and completely lacking vitality.

He didn't have time to sigh about being a transmigrator. He quickly found a decent tailor shop, entered, and got straight to the point: "I'm going on a long trip and need a durable set of clothes."

This tailor shop, named Wild Lily, only had an old tailor and no assistants. The old tailor glanced at Charlotte and said indifferently, "It will take five days!"

Charlotte smiled slightly and said, "I need it now. I'll pay you thirty percent extra."

The old tailor said unhurriedly, "I do have a few finished outfits, but they're not quite your size. They'll need some alterations."

Charlotte said, "Then please do it as quickly as possible!"

The old tailor brought out a few finished outfits from the shop. Charlotte chose a pair of calfskin boots, a sturdy hunting suit, and also bought a travel case that had been in the shop for a long time. He was going on a long journey, and not carrying any luggage would make him stand out.

The old tailor's craftsmanship was good. The clothes were altered in about half an hour.

When paying, Charlotte chose to pawn his old clothes to the old tailor.

The clothes he was wearing were custom-made at a tailor shop in the Upper Seven Districts, using good materials. Although not high-end and second-hand, they were still more expensive than the clothes in the old tailor shop.

The old tailor was honest in business, estimated a fair price, and gave Charlotte two Centimes in change. The two happily completed the transaction.

Although wrung out, Charlotte was still uncomfortably damp. He borrowed a towel from the old tailor, dried himself, and changed his clothes, immediately feeling much better.

Carrying his cane and newly bought travel case, he walked out of the tailor shop and suddenly remembered that shortly before he transmigrated, there was a robbery at Hangzhou Vientiane City. The criminal didn't even last ten minutes before being apprehended by the police uncles. Compared to Earth's efficiency in handling cases, the Prison Guard Force and City Patrol of the Empire of Fars probably couldn't even compare to a single hair on their legs.

Of course, he didn't wish for the Empire of Fars' case-handling efficiency to suddenly improve now.

Running into one diviner detective was quite enough for him.

Charlotte walked for a while and found a public carriage waiting for passengers. After getting in, he gave the coachman the address of a famous manor outside the city.

He wasn't actually going to that manor, but it was far enough away, taking at least five or six hours to get there. This amount of time was enough to digest the devoured life force.

As a second-order supernatural, Wells' life force was exceptionally vigorous. The Bloody Glory in his body was almost "exploding."

The coachman was overjoyed; this was a good job. He immediately urged the horses pulling the carriage to set off.

Charlotte adjusted his breathing, circulated the Bloody Glory within his body, and began refining the devoured life force.

Several hours later, his left leg vibrated violently, and the third Bloody Vortex condensed into shape.

Although he was fleeing, Charlotte felt a slight joy. According to normal cultivation progress, even a genius like Miss Anne would need five or six years after graduation to possibly advance to the third order.

He spread his hands, and Bloody Glory surged from his palms, at least three or four parts stronger than before.

After a brief attempt, Charlotte retracted the Bloody Glory and thought to himself, I wonder when I'll be able to condense a Bloody Vortex in my right leg and successfully meditate on the two runes, Agility and Spirit Spider.

He chose to condense the Bloody Vortexes on his legs, hoping to meditate on these two Mystical Runes sooner. The Agility Technique could make one as light as a swallow, as fast as a galloping horse, as nimble as a monkey, and with the jumping power of a roe deer. The Spirit Spider Technique could allow one to walk on walls and roofs, traverse mountains and ridges as if on flat ground, and even condense spiritual threads to swing and escape through the air, providing a bit of special reactive spiritual insight.

Once he cultivated these two Mystical Techniques, his movement techniques and speed would no longer be at the level of ordinary people. Even if he encountered a high-order supernatural, he could escape calmly, and he wouldn't fear ordinary pursuits.

Having digested the devoured life essence, Charlotte finally had the presence of mind to rummage through Wells' wallet. The detective must have just received payment from the new Warden, Magru Teller, as there were actually five Ecu inside, along with a few Foer in "small change."

The purchasing power of one Ecu was equivalent to eighteen to nineteen thousand Renminbi, so Magru's payout was quite "generous."

There was also a pick-up slip in the wallet, stating "one rapier." Charlotte guessed that this detective, skilled in swordsmanship, had ordered a new weapon but hadn't had time to retrieve it yet.

He pocketed the cash and the pick-up slip, then casually tossed the wallet out the carriage window. By now, the carriage had left the city, and the road was flanked by wilderness. The wallet rolled into the grass and was likely never to be discovered again.