first wizarding world war.

Chapter 316: Charlotte's First Meeting with the Count of Brittany
Without any hesitation, Claire turned around and left. When he landed in the military camp, he found Charlotte and whispered, "We, the Saint-level ones, will definitely be targeted by Viscount Constantine and we will definitely not be able to escape. But you are still a mid-level one. If you leave now, you still have a chance to escape."

"Go back to Strasbourg and give my parents a message saying..."

"Claire Brittany loves them forever!"

Abner Sumei also looked depressed. He handed a cufflink to Charlotte and said, "Please bring this to my family too!"

Charlotte took a deep breath and said, "We are friends! Although I know that at this time, I shouldn't..."

Claire patted his shoulder and said, "Everyone has their own responsibilities! Charlotte, we know what kind of person you are. This time you should leave."

Just as Charlotte was about to say a few more words, she heard an ordinary voice coming from a very far distance: "Constantine, you have already cultivated the Phoenix Breathing Method to its peak and have no way forward. You are actually playing tricks on the meditation method. What's the point of using it to scare young people?"

Claire and Abner both showed relief for having survived the disaster. They hugged Charlotte and cried with joy. Claire shouted, "It's my uncle, the Count of Brittany, who is here. We are safe now."

Abner also slapped Charlotte's shoulder hard. This guy was a captain of ten thousand cavalry after all, and his hands were very strong. He almost made Charlotte vomit blood. Fortunately, Charlotte was still strong.

Charlotte looked up at the sky and saw a black line cutting through the atmosphere and splitting the sky. Wherever it passed, the entire sky seemed to be split in two.

Although it doesn't look as majestic as the birds flying all over the sky forming dark clouds, in fact, its momentum is not inferior at all, and it even has a sense of pride.

The two sides might still be hundreds of kilometers apart, but their mental will, momentum, and murderous intent had already been exchanged across the air, which was more exciting than any holy-level battle Charlotte had ever seen.

This is the pinnacle battle of the Saint level!

Countless birds on Sky Mountain suddenly froze, and then formed a majestic face. This face was unexpectedly young, and looked to be no more than 30 years old. Viscount Constantine manipulated the face formed by the birds, hummed softly, shook the atmosphere, and sent the sound far away: "Brittany! Haven't you made no progress in all these years?"

"I heard that you have already started looking for a suitable weapon. Isn't it a joke that we still need to rely on external objects?"

The black line passed directly over the sky of Sedona City, and a handsome and unrestrained middle-aged man appeared. He was wearing a simple suit of common clothes worn by nobles, and he looked as if he was taking a walk in his own garden. He behaved calmly and did not seem nervous at all.

The Count of Brittany smiled and said, "How do you make yourself younger?"

"You are in your 40s and 50s. No matter how hard you try, you can never be truly young again."

Viscount Constantine controlled the face and said in a slightly low voice, "It's just some side effects of cultivation."

Although the top masters of the two empires exchanged verbal battles, they had no intention of fighting. Both of them knew that their duel was by no means a simple matter, and it might very well be related to the rise and fall of the two empires. Once someone died, at least the entire front would collapse, and it might even affect the overall situation!

Well, the two of them are actually the overall situation.

The two knew each other well and knew that even if they fought, the winner would not be determined in a short period of time. Such a fight would be meaningless, so it would be better to save some energy.

After Viscount Constantine finished speaking, the birds in the sky disappeared quietly just as they had appeared.

The Count of Brittany also landed at the military camp below the city.

Charlotte had a feeling that the next moment would be his "highlight moment".

He was quite nervous.

At this moment, Charlotte's attention was all on Count Brittany, but in her peripheral vision, she could still see that Claire and Abner both took a step back tacitly and gave the C position to her.

These two have no good intentions!
Well, let's not talk about friends and such nonsense at this moment. The old leopard man Domitian hid himself consciously.

The Golden Goat Herolf had no way to hide and could only stand behind Charlotte. If he had a choice, he would rather kneel down than stand upright!
If he had the Queen Bee or St. Michael's Island in his hands, why would the Golden Goat Hrolf be afraid of a mere Count of Brittany?
But now the old goat is more than just afraid.
He was even afraid!

What he feared most was that he never knew when Charlotte Mecklen would say, "Go!"

He had no choice but to pounce on it like a mad dog.

But facing the Count of Brittany, only death awaits him!

And death will not be a peaceful one.

As expected, the Count of Brittany ignored everyone and just walked up to Charlotte and asked casually, "Are you the Charlotte that Anne often mentioned to me?"

Charlotte wanted to answer, "No!"

But in this situation, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Charlotte Mecklen! Now it's..."

The Count of Brittany said calmly, "Don't tell me about your long list of political positions. It's too long and meaningless."

Charlotte nodded hastily, racking her brains to come up with a sentence: "How is Anne these days?"

The Count of Brittany said calmly: "Very well, he often mentions you in front of me."

Charlotte suddenly felt that she had asked a very stupid question!

Anne would certainly say good things about him, but the more Anne said so, the more serious the old earl's rebellious psychology might become.

Charlotte tried to make amends by saying hastily, "I miss Anne often, too."

The Count of Brittany's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Charlotte felt that the whole world had dimmed. This kind of pressure was no less than facing the evil god head-on.

After all, the evil god is just a breath, but the Count of Brittany is right in front of him.

Count Breton said calmly: "Do you sometimes think about Mayni, or Princess May?"

"I heard that you generously gave each of them a boat."

The sweat on Charlotte's forehead immediately flowed down, and he couldn't stop it. He squeezed out all the wisdom of two lives and uttered a sentence that could blow the Virgin Mary's dragon loudly: "I think those two ships are not worthy of Anne."

The Count of Brittany looked at Charlotte deeply and said, "There are not many young people who can brag so openly in front of me."

Claire quietly took half a step back. He was the young man who the count mentioned who didn't dare to brag openly.

Abner Su Mei also took a half step back. He also...

Both of them could only pray silently for Charlotte.

This bull is so big that they can’t figure it out. How is Charlotte going to make it round next?
(End of this chapter)