The new warden was a handsome man, very young—just past thirty. Upon seeing Charlot, he couldn’t help but ugh and said, “Mr. Meburg, you really shouldn’t be w here anymore.”

  Charlot didn’t know the man, but the man clearly knew him, which was rather intriguing.

  Charlot could only respond, “I haven’t received a transfer order yet, so naturally I must fulfill my duty.”

  The new warden smiled and said, “The first official business I’ll duct is issuing Mr. Meburg’s transfer order.”

  Sure enough, the new warden summoned Charlot to his offid issued him the transfer order.

  It wasn’t until Charlot received the transfer order that he realized he had been “honorably” appointed as Patrol Guard ander of the Lukavaro District!

  In the bureaucratic hierarchy, the positions of assistant clerks and chief clerks were colloquially known as “lower-ranking nobles.”

  Reag this rank provided an opportunity to bee part of ma, holding administrative status. As Patrol Guard ander, Charlot’s new position was ranked as a third-css chief clerk, effectively meaning that Charlot Meburg had once again been promoted beyond his inal level. He was now a thirty-fifth rank official of the Empire.

  Acc to imperial w, patrol guards across the nation were anized by districts. Each district had one ander—a civilian post—and one Chief Patrol Officer—a military post—who jointly handled daily affairs. While patrol guards were nominally uhe direand of the Prihere had never been any instance of a Prince meddling in patrol guard affairs.

  In the Fars Empire, patrol guards across all districts were known for their ineffid chaotic operations. The fual reason was a plete ck of ht, as they were not required to report to any superior.

  Charlot’s new workpce was in the Lukavaro District, and his itle was:

  Lukavaro District Patrol Guard ander Charlot Meburg

  After receiving his transfer order, Charlot thahe new warden, bade him farewell, a Kilmainham Prison. Once aboard his carriage, he hesitated for a moment before deg to first visit his new patrol guard office. After all, the adventurers could hold on for a few more days—this would only take a few hours.

  Charlot was very curious about the state of the Lukavaro District patrol guards. He lived at 58 Elysée Avenue, right across from the Lukavaro District, and in his impression, there didn’t seem to be any patrol guards there.

  Over an hour ter, he stood staring at a desote estate aedly firmed that this was indeed 1 Yansun Street, finally believing he hadn’t goo the wrong pce.

  The Lukavaro District patrol guard office was located at the very west end of Yansun Street. Directly opposite was the Lukavaro District Administrative Bureau, which housed several departments w colboratively. In terms of sheer size, the patrol guard office looked rather impressive, nearly on par with the Administrative Bureau opposite. It occupied a medium-sized estate spanning over six thousand pimi—almost the size of a standard football field. After all, the Outer Fifteen Districts were rger than the Upper Seven Districts, and nd and property were much cheaper here.

  However, the estate had clearly been abandoned for many years. There were no signs of anyone ever w here.

  Charlot held his forehead and muttered to himself, “My impression wasn’t wrong—there really aren’t any patrol guards in the Lukavaro District.”

  He was certain this was a deliberate scheme against him.

  He had indeed been promoted, advang from a thirty-seventh rank first-css chief clerk to a thirty-fifth rank third-css chief clerk. His sary had also increased signifitly, rising from six flor and fifteeimes per week to seven flor and twenty-five times. Additionally, he now held a seemingly prestigious and powerful title as Patrol Guard ander of the Lukavaro District.

  Typically, the ander of a patrol guard had a higher administrative rank than the Chief Patrol Officer, giving the ander greater status.

  However, airely abandoned office building—with no staff in sight—meant Charlot was essentially a “ander without troops.” Clearly, someone ying tricks behind the ses. This was “banishment,” not an “honorary promotion.”

  Charlot even stepped down from his carriage and walked through the desote estate, firming that it was indeed deserted—except for a few families of weasels—befetting bato the carriage.

  This time, he wasted no more time and headed straight for Machubi.

  Charlot wasn’t sure if it would help to find Miss Menielman, but he didn’t pn to seek her out anyway. While his senior was tall aiful, he had his owhods. A true man relied on himself rather than others.

  What Charlot didn’t know was that Menielman had, by ce, fulfilled his predi. She had bee a naval officer. Not long after returning to Strasb, she was assigo a fleet and had already left the capital, now fully occupied with military duties.

  Halfway to Machubi, Charlot opened his pouch to find a thick stack of fifty-écu bills.

  Charlot had expected the “dirty moo be siderable, but he hadn’t thought it would be this much! After ting, there were exactly one hundred and fifty otaling seven hundred and fifty écus.

  Charlot had seized five écus from Wells and received two hundred écus from Louis Simy as an appraisal fee. Excluding loose ge, his total assets now amouo seven hundred and y-eight écus.

  This “dirty money” had essentially doubled his wealth ht.

  Of course, this was not surprising.

  Given Warden Magru Trell’s position, his personal wealth must have been immehe sum hao Charlot was likely only a small fra of his total assets.

  Charlot mused to himself, “With this money, I should be able to pay off the me on 58 Elysée Avenue. I might even sider buying a carriage—or finding a way to start my own business.”

  “As a transmigrator, how could I not have a money-making business?”

  A day and a half ter, Charlot once again saw Machubi Fortress, and his heart swelled with emotion.

  Ever since Machubi had been fully byrinthified, Charlot had established a subtle e with the a Orc fortress ruins. He could sense most of what was happening ihe byrinth, even without directly it.

  This perception was weaker than his Eye of Insight—like trying to watch a movie with seven-hundred-degree nearsightedness but without gsses. He could follow the general plot but not see the characters’ faces.

  Of course, this subtle e only worked within a certain range. In Strasb, he couldn’t sense anything from Machubi.

  As he approached the a Orc fortress, the e to Machubi re-established itself. Charlot chuckled lightly and said, “Iing. Lord Leo is trapped as well.”

  Charlot instructed the carriage driver to wait outside aered Machubi alone.

  The meeting hall was already empty. The pce was in plete disarray, with sword marks on the walls and floors, dents from axes, war hammers, and clubs, and two unfortunate corpses. However, the dead were not people Charlnized. It was clear that a battle had taken pce here.

  Charlot stood in the meeting hall for a moment before turning and strolling deeper into the fortress. His steps were calm and unhurried. He didn’t even draw his on, as though he were leisurely walking through his own home.