In the Old Continent, levels one to six are considered low-level supernaturals, levels seven to twelve are mid-level supernaturals, levels thirteen to eighteen are high-level supernaturals, and those above level eighteen have special titles!
Any knight who has collected all eight knight certificates can prefix their name with "Saint," a status of unparalleled prestige.
Other supernatural professions, upon breaking through level eighteen, can also prefix their surnames with "Saint"!
The most well-known characteristic of the Saint tier: without the aid of any supernatural artifacts, magical tools, or bloodline secrets, they can soar through the sky purely by their own power.
This nanny, Karen, can actually be called: Saint Karen the Nanny!
Therefore, when Annie saw this nanny, she resignedly followed her back, knowing that even if she resisted, she would still be taken back.
Even if Vinnie Arsenault, Charlotte, and Sylvie all teamed up to stop her, they wouldn't be able to change this outcome.
Sylvie watched Karen Nanny and Annie leave and said to Charlotte, "Cousin, are you feeling a lot of pressure?"
Charlotte glanced at his former fiancée and smiled slightly, replying, "Not too much! I can handle it."
He had faced two evil gods directly!
And the second time, it was two of them. A mere Saint...
"Damn it, the pressure is still pretty high."
Charlotte knew Annie's family was extraordinary, her father being a count, and she ranked fifth in the empire...
But he never had a direct understanding of what that meant.
Even seeing Annie's high-level supernatural cousin didn't affect him much, but seeing this nanny made him truly realize the "class difference."
A count's household nanny is a Saint!
This is...
Sylvie looked at Charlotte with sympathy, not believing he was as calm as he appeared. She thought to herself, "He must still be a secret boyfriend, hidden from the public. No wonder he's changed so much..."
"Huh!?"
"If he successfully marries Miss Annie in the future, wouldn't the little secrets I know about him become major leverage?"
"I could just threaten to expose his past indiscretions..."
Sylvie hesitated, suddenly realizing that her former fiancé might just kill her to keep her quiet.
To Sylvie Martin, Charlotte Mecklen was never a "good person," and she believed he was capable of murder.
Vinnie Arsenault watched the scene with great interest, feeling like she was watching a splendid drama that made her eager for the second act.
Vinnie couldn't help but ask, "What did Annie leave for you?"
Charlotte unwrapped the newspaper, revealing a headline that screamed: "Grand Duke Ferdinand Assassinated, Couple Faces Death Together."
The subheadline read: "The Principality of Behemoth Declares War on South Seraph."
Charlotte skimmed through it quickly and found a silver short gun inside...
The style of the short gun was very familiar, resembling the Chiappa Rhino revolver from Earth, entirely silver with sharp edges, the barrel engraved with numerous strange runes, and the grip covered with a type of animal hide, thick and tactile.
He had just seen an identical gun a few hours ago.
Sylvie didn't recognize it, as she had just graduated and lacked extensive knowledge. But Vinnie Arsenault couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the Falkwell Silver Rhino!"
"A supernatural alchemical short gun from the Falkwell Workshop!"
"It's said their workshop only produces five of these a year!"
"Since the thirteen alchemists of the Falkwell Workshop co-designed it, they've produced no more than twenty-five in total!"
"This one should have a serial number!"
Charlotte turned the grip and saw the number "XIII," indicating it was the thirteenth Silver Rhino produced by Falkwell Workshop.
Charlotte vaguely remembered that the Silver Rhino Homosa found was numbered "V," meaning it was the fifth Silver Rhino produced, earlier by several years.
The Silver Rhino could also convert spiritual energy, blood energy, magic, and other energies into bullets, with an effective range of over two thousand paces, although not as far as the anti-space sniper rifle.
It could also use the armor-piercing explosive rounds.
It was also an anti-space supernatural firearm.
Besides the Silver Rhino, the newspaper package from Annie also contained six armor-piercing explosive rounds.
Charlotte felt both grateful for Annie's generous gift and regretful that he could only borrow the Silver Rhino for three days.
He casually twirled it, showing off some tricks. As a mediocre third-rate shooter who had trained hard at university, he had practiced these techniques a lot. The Silver Rhino spun around his wrist, the muzzle pointing in various directions.
At the same time, Charlotte, through "contact," realized that the Silver Rhino had an advantage over the anti-space sniper rifle.
The anti-space sniper rifle only had one space magazine, while the Silver Rhino had an additional spiritual energy magazine, capable of storing bullets compressed from various energies like spiritual energy, battle energy, blood energy, magic, and dark energy. Since the spiritual energy magazine didn't involve space, the energy bullets wouldn't be ejected when hidden.
Annie must have enlisted the help of several people. The spiritual energy magazine now contained thirty-five bullets, likely from seven different people, each with different attributes but all quite powerful, indicating strong individuals had contributed.
Vinnie Arsenault was also interested in this supernatural short gun, playing with it for a while and even compressed a few basic cat transformation magic bullets. Anyone hit by these bullets would turn into a kitten if they couldn't resist Vinnie's magic.
Sylvie, too, borrowed the supernatural short gun out of curiosity. Although her swordsmanship surpassed that of the former Charlotte Mecklen, she hadn't awakened her battle energy yet and couldn't compress supernatural bullets.
The three returned to the carriage, and Charlotte politely said "Good night" to the two ladies before climbing into the rear luggage compartment.
Although it was a luggage compartment, it was about four square meters in size.
In the Old Continent, a pace is approximately 1.15 meters, unlike the similarly named but smaller unit on Earth.
Charlotte had enough drinking water, beer, fruit wine, and food for the trip, but the luggage compartment still had ample space, enough for him to arrange a sleeping area.
He had brought plenty of blankets, and the wool blankets from the Engrimar Empire were quite high-quality, much softer than cheap Earth blankets, as the wool from that region was superior to that of other countries in the Old Continent.
Madame Nancy also wrapped herself in her wool blanket in the driver's seat. She wasn't entitled to the front compartment and couldn't share a space with Charlotte, so she had to make do there.