A Knight's Lance Like an Evil Dragon From Beyond the Heavens

None of the adventurers under Charlotte's command were Transcendent. A fourth-tier Knight was determined to escape, and ordinary people simply couldn't catch him.

Besides, even if Winterburn got away, by the time he found reinforcements and returned, Charlotte would have long since disappeared.

Just as Charlotte was preparing to wrap things up and continue misleading the adventurers under him, he heard a sharp whistling sound tearing through the air. A Knight's long spear, like an evil dragon from beyond the heavens, carried immense power and pierced through Winterburn's body. The spear's momentum didn't diminish, carrying the fourth-tier Knight's body dozens of steps before pinning him to the ground.

Charlotte witnessed this scene, and a chill ran down his spine. The strength of the person who struck was something he had never seen in his life.

If this person were an enemy, even if these hundred-plus adventurers fought to the death with him, their fate would likely be nothing more than a massacre.

The adventurers were also stunned. Although they were low-level adventurers, they had lived in the wilderness for years and fought frequently. While their strength was average, there were almost none with poor eyesight. Many cried out in surprise, "High-tier Transcendent!"

Charlotte took a deep breath, knowing that hiding was useless and escaping impossible. Holding the Vampire Hand Axe in one hand and the Magic Rapier in the other, he strode forward and shouted, "Who's there?"

A steady voice calmly said, "This time, the Empire's plan cannot have any mishaps. It's fortunate I happened to be here, otherwise, if this person had escaped and leaked the Empire's great plan, you would be the sinner."

"Report your name and rank, and I will file a complaint with the military."

These sentences were spoken in Byronian. Most of the adventurers didn't speak Byronian, but since both Fars and Byron were among the five great empires of the Old Continent, they could tell the other party was a Byronian. Many felt despair; they had just been impersonating Byronian spies!

And now they had encountered a real Byronian!

Almost everyone could imagine the outcome.

Charlotte thought to himself, Thank the Goddess, thank Sheffield University, thank higher education. He replied in extremely pure Byronian, "Apologies, I am on a secret mission and cannot reveal my identity."

Charlotte Mecklen was fluent in seven languages, including Byronian. His reply was perfectly articulated, without any Fars accent.

The fundamental difference between him and this group of adventurers was that he had truly received the highest education the Empire had to offer.

A tall, handsome, middle-aged man with two attendants walked out of the darkness. He had fair skin, brilliant golden hair, and a slight reddish tint in his eyes, typical of the Blood Kindred. He said approvingly, "Good. You don't abandon your principles because of authority! I can consider temporarily dropping the complaint."

"You use Blood Flame Qi! Are you from the House of Adonis?"

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Yes!" At the same time, he threw the Vampiric Rapier in his hand, which had pierced Winterburn's body, and shouted, "I need everyone to work together and give these Fars people another blow."

"Those who are willing, I will consider you my own."

"Those who are unwilling, I'm afraid... I must apologize."

"I'm sorry! You know too much."

The mysterious middle-aged Blood Kindred swept his gaze over the adventurers, and a mountain-like pressure emanated from him, like an ancient beast staring at a group of little white rabbits, filling everyone with fear and trembling.

The adventurers exchanged glances, and soon someone made a smart choice, stabbing a detective from the Fiery Steed Detective Agency.

Charlotte's plan, to put it bluntly, had no technical skill; it was simply the "certificate of allegiance" from the Water Margin, joining Liangshan. These adventurers came from all directions and were divided into more than a dozen small adventure groups. There was no team spirit to speak of, and they could abandon him at any time.

Using the pressure from this mysterious Byronian high-tier Transcendent, Charlotte forced these people to give their "certificate of allegiance." This could greatly increase the team's cohesion and his personal prestige, while also explaining why he, a "Byronian spy," was accompanied by a group of low-level Fars adventurers.

He was proficient in "Blood Flame Qi," spoke Byronian, and could disguise himself as a Byronian. These adventurers, who couldn't even speak Byronian, could absolutely not impersonate vampires. They could only be the "blood servants" he had temporarily subdued, which was an old tradition of those vampires in the Byron Empire.

Under the "tyrannical power" of the mysterious Byronian high-tier Transcendent, more than a hundred adventurers, willing or unwilling, held their noses and came forward, stabbing, slashing, or hammering each of the seven Fiery Steed detectives one by one.

That's right, even the already dead Addison and Winterburn, as well as the two detectives killed in combat, were not spared.

Poorly, the three captured Fiery Steed detectives died quite miserably.

He reached out, pulled out the Vampiric Rapier, and put it into his left arm. He then pulled out the Knight's long spear and handed it to the mysterious middle-aged Blood Kindred with both hands before ordering a search of the dead detectives' bodies.

The search yielded a little over seven Ecu in cash, of which five Ecu were found on Addison. This was normal; besides someone like him who was on the run, who would carry all their wealth?

He calculated the value of the seven detectives' equipment and, along with the cash, distributed it fairly among the adventurers.

After the threat, giving rewards could reassure these adventurers.

This method of combining kindness and authority was simply common sense on Earth.

As expected, the adventurers relaxed a bit, easing some of the tension.

The tall, handsome middle-aged man nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face. He was very satisfied with Charlotte and said, "Good! You have some of the demeanor of a Byronian soldier."

"I am Lord Leo, and like you, I bear a special mission. I am temporarily requisitioning you and your subordinates. Please report your name."

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Qian Nan! You may call me Qian Nan."

The Byronian lord casually touched the Knight's long spear, and it transformed into a rapier, which he smoothly put into the scabbard at his waist.

Charlotte had just seen this kind of high-level weapon that could change between two forms not long ago and couldn't help but exclaim, "Spear of Sharlons? You are actually from the House of Arthur!"

Lord Leo's Knight's long spear was even more magnificent than the one Louis Smythe had, and its value was certainly higher, selling for at least fifteen hundred Gold Ecu.

The House of Adonis was one of the Six Royal Families, but Arthur was one of the Three Imperial Families, inherently higher in status than all Blood Kindred.

Lord Leo nodded slightly, subtly concealing his arrogance, and said, "Grand Duke Ferdinand of the Duchy of Behemoth is going to Strasbourg to meet Julius VI. I need his route and detailed intelligence."

"Qian Nan! You entered Fars before me."

"Do you have any information you can provide me?"

Charlotte was startled and thought to himself, What do these Byronians want to know about Grand Duke Ferdinand's route into Strasbourg? He casually replied, "I am going to Machu Picchu, which is only two hundred kilometers from Strasbourg. It is said that Grand Duke Ferdinand will pass through the ruins of this ancient Orc Kingdom fortress."