Charlot had no choice; he didn’t want to take responsibility for his predecessor’s as and could only use this method to clear his name.

  Annie remained silent for a moment before softly saying, “Sophie… Mrs. Yanmills is my aunt.”

  Charlot immediately posed himself and said solemnly, “I firmly believe Mrs. Yanmills is a virtuous dy.”

  Annie felt deeply forted and whispered, “I also don’t believe Aunt Sophie would do anything dishonorable, so I couldn’t help but e here in the middle of the night…”

  Her face turned slightly red as she sneaked a g Charlot. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind:“No wohere were rumors about Aunt Sophie and him. Mr. Charlot is handsome ale, a graduate of a top-tier uy, with a promising career as a gover officer, and even a rare extraordinary individual. He truly is the ideal romantic partner for any girl.”

  Annie Bretag her face heating up again. Hastily, she interrupted these chaotic musings, stood up, lightly tugged at the ers of her skirt, and performed a solemn curtsy. With an apologetie, she said, “I came here to test you, Mr. Charlot, and caused such a disturbance. Please five me.”

  Charlot pondered for a moment before asking, “If I were the kind of dishonorable man you feared, would Miss Annie have inteo ensure I sleep forever?”

  Annie Bretagne’s delicate face turned scarlet. She couldn’t suppress her shyness any longer and lowered her head—she had ihought so.

  As a gifted extraordinary individual who had achieved her status in her first year of uy, Annie Bretagne harbored a deep love for her aunt, who had tragically passed away due to a sdrel. Her first instinct was to avenge her aunt.

  She drove here alone in the middle of the night, intending to use the teique of dreamcraft, masquerading as her aunt’s ghost returning from the depths of hell, to scare Charlot to death in his dream.

  Charlot Meburg had indeed not been a person in his “previous” life. Despite his extraordinary abilities, he harbored mas. While the “dream ghost” might not have frightened him to death, it had a high probability of exposing his guilt.

  If Annie had uncovered the “truth” in the dream, the situation could have turned disastrously worse.

  Annie murmured, “I’m willing to offer pensation.”

  She truly didn’t know how to up this mess.

  Charlot smiled faintly and said, “If I were in your shoes, Miss Annie, and my family had suffered such misfortune, I’d be a huimes more impulsive.”

  “The most pressing matter now is to restore Mrs. Yanmills reputation so she rest in peace. If Miss Annie needs any help, I’m willing to offer my assistance.”

  “However, it’s already te tonight and quite inve. Allow me to escort you home for now, and we discuss this further in the ing days.”

  Annie Bretagne lowered her head slightly and expressed her thanks.

  Charlot exited the carriage and took the driver’s seat, gently urging the horse forward. From ihe carriage came a clear voice: “58 Sixth Avenue, Val-de-Vas.”

  As a qualified graduate of the imperial education system, Charlot had learned many essential skills in school, with driving being one of the three must-learlemanly arts.

  Swordsmanship, horseback riding, and driving…Wait, ne driving.

  Charlot responded, “Uood, Miss Annie.”

  The sound of hoofbeats echoed, and the wheels rumbled along the road.The speed of the carriage was never particurly fast, even slower than a speed-limited electric bike oh.

  The journey from the Alexander District to Val-de-Vas took over an hour. If not for the protective effect of Blood Glory, the midnight chill might have given Charlot a cold.

  When they reached 58 Sixth Avenue, Charlot saw an imposing and a mansion. He felt a twinge of envy in his heart and firmed his earlier suspis—Annie Bretagne was indeed a noble dy, not someone from an ordinary family.

  As Annie alighted from the carriage and prepared to ehe mansion through a cealed side door, she suddenly turned bad addressed Charlot, who had stepped down from the driver’s seat.“So te at night, I feel bad for troubling you to send me back, Mr. Charlot. Sihere are no public carriages avaible now, why don’t you take mine back? I’ll have someoch it tomorrow.”

  Charlot hesitated slightly. He really didn’t want to walk for over an hour to return home. Walking was much slower than riding a carriage. He accepted her offer, saying, “Thank you for your kindness, Miss Annie.”

  Annie gave him a radiant smile, waved lightly at him, and turo ehe mansion. Inside, shadows moved; it was clear that someone had been waiting at the duarding it for her return.

  After his transmigration, Charlot’s life had bee. He had even mao earn a promotion and raise due to his intelligence. Yet this kind of noble lifestyle still seemed far beyond his reach.

  Sighing softly, Charlot took the reins and began his return journey.

  He secured the carriage outside his apartment building auro his newly rented unit. Lying in bed, he found himself uo fall asleep. He opened his eyes for a while, then closed them, repeating the cycle several times. Finally, he whispered to himself in a mix of surprise and delight, “It wasn’t my imagination after all.”

  Closing his eyes, Charlot realized that he could sense everything within fifteen steps of himself.

  He knew why this was happening.

  Between his brows, there was a small blood-colored vortex. tless faint golden runes formed a mysterious structure within, floating and shifting. It was these ruhat granted him such extraordinary perception.

  Charlot had studied reted knowledge at Sheffield Uy. This rune was known as Insight!

  Although Blood Glory was cssified as a form of forbidden energy, its bat methods resembled bat energy, simirly enhang the body, strength, and speed.

  The drawbacks were its moderate power pared to other energy types of the same level, with only a slight advantage in speed.

  The advantage y in Blood Glory’s ability to grant its user several special abilities, known as the Thirteen Miracles.

  Insight was one of the Thirteen Miracles of Blood Glory.

  It allowed the user’s vision to expand into a spherical field, making it impossible to be ambushed. In chaotic battles, it ehe user to haacks from all dires and gave a signifit advantage even in one-on-one bat. It owerful auxiliary bat skill.

  Charlot Meburg had, by the seaside of es, summoned a dark god to awaken his extraordinary powers. His first choice had been to dehe blood-colored vortex at his brow, dreaming of f the Insight rune and glimpsing wondrous sights.

  Unfortunately, he hadn’t lived to return from his vacation.

  Since his return from es, Charlot hadn’t had much time to cultivate. Yet his Blood Glory had inexplicably grown at an astonishing rate, a bizarre phenomenon that defied expnation.

  Activating Insight ed a great deal of spiritual energy. Exhausted from his nighttime experiments, Charlot soon fell into a deep sleep.

  It wasn’t long before m arrived.

  Eager to execute his grand pn for wealth, Charlot got up early.

  Despite his poor rest, his extraordinary vitality left him feeling alert.

  He penned a letter requesting leave, attached a time as a delivery fee, and asked a servant in the apartment building to take the letter to Kilmainham Prison.

  After tidying up briefly, Charlot ed the spiked fil in cloth, preparing to sell it. Just as he stepped outside, a noble young woman gracefully alighted from an opulent carriage, smiled at him, and said, “We meet again, Mr. Charlot.”