Charlot had no iion of pursuing. Shaking his head, he walked to Wells’ side, rummaging through the man’s wallet. From the detective’s body, he also retrieved a brand-new Magnum Mauler and a leather bullet pouch.

  As for Wells’ magical rapier, though it seemed quite valuable, Charlot left it behind. Firstly, he was not skilled in swordsmanship. Sedly, the on would be difficult to sell while on the run.

  Charlot also retrieved his own sed-hand Magnum Mauler ahe se without hesitation.

  Having absorbed the life force of Wells, a sed-tier Transdent, Charlot o find a pce to process it.

  After Charlot departed, the street gradually began to see foot traffic again.

  An i of this nature—killing someone in broad daylight—was not unon in smaller towns. Even in the capital, Strasb, it wasn’t rare. No one seemed ined to report the matter to the City Patrol Guards; instead, a kied passerby merely notified a municipal corpse collector.

  Wells’ corpse, twisted in a grotesque manner, was an uling sight for nearby residents, making up necessary.

  Charlot did not leave directly. Instead, he doubled back to the Upper Seven Districts, swiftly crossing Strasb’s tral area to ehe Franche-té District, located opposite the Marne District.

  Though Charlot cked professional ter-surveilraining, he had read numerous online guides in his previous life. These helped him create at least some fusion for potential pursuers.

  As long as he left the Upper Seven Districts, it was uhe Prison Army would chase him further. The City Patrol Guards’ reach also weakened ier districts. If his misdire led them to search the Marne District or Lukavaro District, he would be even safer.

  Though the Outer Fifteen Districts also had statioroops, they typically paid little attention to minor cases like this.

  Charlot wasn’t ed about a citywide manhunt. His flict with Warden Magru ersonal grudge rather than an official accusation. Even if charges were brought against him, they wouldn’t warrant such a rge-scale effort. Smuggling a Transdent on out of prison was a minor offense, insuffit to mobilize signifit resources. The Fars Empire didn’t have the luxury of wasting City Patrol Guards on such matters.

  This truly wash!

  Though Charlot worked in the Marne District, stepping into Franche-té, he immediately felt the trast with the Upper Seven Districts.

  The area was dirtier and more chaotic, with haphazardly structed buildings. The people walking the streets bore lifeless expressions, weighed down by the immense pressures of life.

  Charlot had no time for a transmigrator’s seal musings. He hurried into a passable tailor shop a straight to the point. “I’m heading out of town and need a durable set of clothes.”

  The shop, called Wild Lily Tailors, had only an old tailor and no assistant. The man g Charlot and said ftly, “Five days.”

  Charlot smiled faintly. “I now. I’ll pay thirty pert extra.”

  The old tailor responded slowly, “I do have a few ready-made outfits, but they’re not in your size. I’d o make adjustments.”

  “Then please make them quickly,” Charlot replied.

  The old tailht out several ready-made clothes. Charlot selected a pair of calfskin boots, a sturdy hunting outfit, and an old travel case that had been gathering dust in the shop. If he were to embark on a long journey with no luggage, it would arouse suspi.

  The old tailor’s craftsmanship was det. In about half an hour, he had adjusted the clothes to fit Charlot.

  When it came time to pay, Charlot opted to trade his old clothes as a deposit.

  His clothes, ade by tailors in the Upper Seven Districts, were crafted from fierials. Though not sidered high-end, even as sed-hand items, they were more valuable than anything the old tailor sold.

  The old tailor, dug business fairly, calcuted a reasonable prid handed Charlot back two times. Their transa cluded amicably.

  Though Charlot had wrung out his clothes earlier, he still felt damp and unfortable. Borrowing a towel from the old tailor, he dried himself off and ged into his new outfit, immediately feeling much better.

  With his walking e and newly purchased travel case in hand, Charlot left the shop. Suddenly, he was reminded of a robbery case that had occurred not long before his transmigration. In Hangzhou’s za, the criminals had been caught in uen minutes. pared to the efficy of Earth’s w enfort, the Fars Empire’s Prison Army and City Patrol Guards were utterly ughable.

  Of course, Charlot had no wish for their effiprove anytime soon.

  The enter with Wells, the divinatioive, was more than enough for him.

  After walking for a while, Charlot fgged doublic carriage waiting for passengers. Once aboard, he gave the driver the address of a well-knowe outside the city.

  He had no iion of visiting the estate itself, but its location was far enough away. The journey would take five to six hours—enough time to process the life force he had absorbed.

  Wells, as a sed-tier Transdent, had an exceptionally robust life force. The Blood Glory in Charlot’s body was already on the verge of “exploding.”

  The carriage driver was overjoyed at receiving such a lucrative fare and immediately spurred his horses onward.

  Adjusting his breathing, Charlot began cirg the Blood Glory within him, refining the absorbed life force.

  Hours ter, a tremor ran through Charlot’s left leg as a third vortex of blood energy took shape.

  Despite being on the run, Charlot allowed himself a faint smile. Under normal circumstances, even a genius like Miss Annie Bretagne would need five or six years after graduation to reach the third tier.

  Opening his palms, Charlot let the Blood Glory erupt, feeling it surge with at least thirty to forty pert more power than before.

  Satisfied with the brief test, Charlot quickly suppressed the Blood Glory and mused to himself, “I wonder when I’ll be able to form a vortex in my right leg aate successfully on the runes of Agility and Spider Spirit.”

  Charlot had chosen to form the blood vortexes in his legs, hoping to master these two miraculous runes sooner.

  The Agility rune would allow him to move as light as a swallow, as fast as a galloping horse, as nimble as a monkey, and to leap with the power of a deer. The Spider Spirit rune would enable him to climb walls and ountains as though walking on ft ground. It even allowed for the creation of spiritual silk threads, granting unique reflexes in emergencies.

  Once he mastered these teiques, his speed and agility would reach superhuman levels. Even when fag high-tier Transdents, he could escape with ease, rendering ordinary pursuit futile.

  Having processed the life force he had absorbed, Charlot finally turned his attention to Wells’ wallet.

  It seemed the detective had just been paid by Warden Magru. Inside were an impressive five écus and several flor s—loose ge by parison.

  An écu had the purchasing power of nearly 18,000 to 19,000 RMB. Warden Magru’s “generosity” arent.

  The wallet also tained a receipt for a on—a magical rapier. Charlot surmised that the detective, skilled in swordsmanship, had ordered the on but had not yet retrieved it.

  Pocketing the cash and the receipt, Charlot casually tossed the wallet out of the carriage window. By now, the carriage had left the city, surrounded on both sides by wilderness. The wallet tumbled into the grass, likely o be found again.