The imperial rapier is similar in form to the swift sword on Earth, except its blade is thicker and wider, heavier in weight, the guard less ornate, and the swordsmanship is much like Western fencing, but with greater emphasis on footwork, faster strikes, and more slashing techniques—a pure killing art.

　　From the start of public school, there are fencing classes, mainly teaching the rapier’s techniques.

　　Charlotte is not exactly a master of swordsmanship, at best a skilled hand; the basic forms are no problem, but when it comes to real combat—well, haha, what nice weather—his marksmanship is actually better. Not quite a sharpshooter, but he can shoot out a candle within twenty paces.

　　He didn’t continue looking at these standard weapons and entered the innermost small room.

　　The bearded soldier’s voice came from behind: “If you pick one weapon, for the warden’s sake, there’ll be no extra conditions. If you pick two, you’ll have to sell one, and you can only keep half the proceeds.”

　　“If you pick three weapons, you can keep two.”

　　“Three is the limit.”

　　Charlotte smiled slightly, didn’t look back, and said, “Three!”

　　Why did Mrs. Parker personally escort him here, yet leave before he chose his weapons? The reason behind it was full of meaning.

　　This was the unspoken rule.

　　The unspoken rule of Kilmarnock Prison.

　　Charlotte had no intention of resisting these unspoken rules.

　　Having crossed into this world, he just wanted to go with the flow, not change it.

　　The bearded soldier muttered, “Not a bad newcomer.” His footsteps rustled as he turned and left.

　　Charlotte pondered for a moment, then began to examine the small room where confiscated weapons were stored.

　　All four walls were lined with wooden racks, the wood of mediocre quality, and not many items were displayed—just thirty or forty in total.

　　Among these sparse exhibits, there were almost no firearms; most bore heavy marks of age.

　　Charlotte was quickly drawn to a small hand axe.

　　“A bloodsucking weapon!”

　　Charlotte picked up the hand axe in surprise; he hadn’t expected to see such a weapon.

　　This hand axe was only half an arm’s length, even shorter than a short cane sword, its whole body a dark red—the natural color of bloodsteel, a specialty of the blood clan—finely forged, with intricate patterns on both the blade and handle.

　　Charlotte had studied this in university and recognized the ornamentation as belonging to the Vanga family.

　　Bloodsucking weapons are almost all made by the blood clan. It’s said that only with the blood core of a high-ranking blood noble, at least a baron, can such a sinister weapon be forged. Even among the blood clan, they are rare, usually owned only by the great nobles. Each bloodsucking weapon is a family heirloom of these inhuman monsters; even among hundreds of ordinary blood clan warriors, few possess one.

　　It can drain the enemy’s vital blood, providing its master with a constant source of power—a huge advantage in battle.

　　Among humans, bloodsucking weapons are even rarer.

　　They are exclusive to the blood clan; only in their hands can the weapon’s blood-draining power be activated. Other races not only can’t use this ability, but may even have their own life force drained by the weapon.

　　In the human empire, bloodsucking weapons are notorious as “master-devouring evil arms.” Aside from a handful of collectors, almost no one is interested in them.

　　He gripped the delicate little hand axe, took a deep breath, and immediately felt a slight sting in his palm.

　　Charlotte Baker was also an extraordinary.

　　He possessed a bit of supernatural power.

　　The strange energy he mastered was called: Bloody Glory!

　　During his studies at Sheffield University, Charlotte Baker had taken an elective in a very ancient and obscure supernatural secret art.

　　As Bloody Glory circulated, the hand axe instantly emitted an eerie red glow.

　　Since returning from Sainis, the Bloody Glory within him had grown daily; now it was no longer faint and barely perceptible.

　　Public school only taught mundane martial skills; the national academy would teach the knight’s breathing technique, guide students to condense a seed of power, and help them awaken battle aura. At university, one could go further, gaining access to supernatural knowledge and embarking on the pursuit of truth.

　　Even so, at graduation, out of a hundred university students, perhaps only one or two might master supernatural power—but it was still the only divine gift.

　　Bloody Glory was a supernatural path developed by humans in imitation of the blood clan, the only power besides the blood clan’s own that could activate bloodsucking weapons.

　　It was created specifically for hunting the blood clan, a combat technique most blood clan members utterly despise.

　　The original Charlotte Baker had chosen it not out of hatred for the blood clan, but for a simple reason: Bloody Glory is one of the few supernatural powers that can increase one’s charisma, and it also has some life-extension effects.

　　Yes, that’s very Charlotte!

　　He had tried repeatedly to “awaken the supernatural” during his four years at university, but failed every time, which was why he attempted the dangerous “summon the evil god” ritual.

　　He succeeded, completed the awakening ceremony, and officially became an extraordinary.

　　He also failed, as the evil god took his soul.

　　Henry Clark crossed over and inherited everything!

　　Charlotte studied the hand axe for a long while, then, without hesitation, made it his first choice among the bloodsucking weapons.