After collecting supplies in the Magic Forest for a few days, Carl came to the Dark Market again.

"when……"

The blacksmith Gando stopped what he was doing and looked at the pile of meat that was brought to him, his eyes moving involuntarily.

"You are very curious, young man, but I have nothing to tell you about the gods."

It has to be admitted that countless people have come before him over the centuries, but not many have left an impression.

Carl is undoubtedly one of them.

Strength is one aspect.

The key is that each time it brings a large amount of flesh and blood, which is a great temptation for him who is in urgent need of replenishing nutrition and resisting the devouring of that power.

But about the gods...

He really had nothing good to say.

"Senior." Carl bowed. "I came here this time to find out where I can get the holy skills."

"Just point me in the right direction. No matter what the result is, this meat belongs to you, senior."

Everyone who comes to the Dark Market will come to "pay homage" to this great third-level being.

With his perception, he can definitely "see" a person's strength.

If there is anyone at the market who can provide Carl with useful clues, this person is definitely the first one.

"Holy Skill?" Gando thought for a moment and replied, "It should be in the treasure houses of several archdukes, the underground secret rooms of the Rose Church, the cathedral, and the core areas of several forgotten cities."

"..." Karl said dryly: "Is there any other place?"

These places not only contained sacred skills, but also various treasured items, including great divine grace, but it was impossible for him to enter.

"Hehe..." Ganduo grinned, his lush hair swayed, and his eyes fell into deep thought: "Let me think...let me think..."

"Um!"

"There is a man named Flame Knight who may have some clues. You can ask him."

"I remember now, the Flame Knight Grandek, but the holy skills he possesses may not be suitable for you."

"Hmm?" Carl looked up: "Is there any other holy skill that is suitable?"

"Of course." Gando shrugged.

"Most of the sacred skills are bestowed by gods to their guardians, corresponding to the methods of cultivation of the guardians."

"Just like the sacred skills bestowed by the Sea God, it is almost impossible for the guardians of the Fire God to master them. Even for guardians of the same god, the sacred skills may not be universal. Of course, most guardians of sacred skills can practice them, but... they cannot reach a very powerful level."

Carl understood.

Witchcraft is similar.

Wizards of the School of Nature can also master shadow magic, but they are definitely not as proficient as shadow wizards.

Some special witchcraft even requires certain prerequisites.

for example……

The blood wizard's transfiguration.

I just don't know what the holy skill that matches the giant spirit breathing method is? Do I have to go to the holy temple? Thinking about it, Carl bowed and said: "I'll go and find out now."

He had walked around the three streets of the Dark Market several times and knew everything that was sold in each stall.

The one who is most well-informed is the businessman Mellen.

"Flame Knight Graindek?"

Melen, who came from the territory of Grand Duke Olaf, was a skinny old man. He shook his head slightly when he heard the name: "He was at the market the day before yesterday, but he's gone now."

"Gone?" Karl's expression changed slightly: "Where did he go?"

"Freeport." Mellen pointed outside:

"The Lord of the City of Death has issued a notice to investigate the location of the evil god of Freeport. The reward is three drops of demigod blood."

"Um?"

Carl was stunned for a moment: "Aren't they two super-grade seals?"

In the middle of the market stands a thick stone pillar with various tasks engraved on it.

The task of investigating the evil god of Freeport has always been on it, but Carl remembered that the reward was a super-grade seal.

When it comes to the evil god, the danger is very high and the knight is almost doomed.

Just two super-quality seals are of no appeal to people at the market, so no one has accepted the task.

But it seems,

Things have changed.

"I changed it the day before yesterday."

Mellen shrugged.

"Many people left the Dark Market these past two days just to go for this mission. I'm not strong enough, otherwise I would have gone to join in the fun."

"Blood of demigod!"

The so-called demigod blood is the blood of the Grand Duke.

It can allow a great knight to break through to the realm of legendary knight.

The Death Knight beside the Lord of the City of Death, Meivia, is the Great Knight who received the blood bestowed by her.

Three drops of demigod's blood can theoretically create three legendary knights, which is countless times stronger than a super-grade seal.

Just the fact that the maximum lifespan for advancing to Legend is 200 years is enough to drive the Great Knight crazy.

No wonder! It seems that Meivia is also anxious.

As long as the evil god entrenched in the Free Port is not dealt with, the catch in the City of Death will not be satisfied.

If people are not well fed, the population will naturally be difficult to increase.

And Meivia couldn't leave the City of Death easily, so she asked others to investigate where the evil god's body was.

Knowing the location of the evil god, you can go there and come back quickly to resolve the trouble, and your strength will not be greatly weakened.

It so happens that the Dark Market is held in the City of Death, where experts from all over the world gather, giving us a better chance of getting the answer.

'Um……'

'Because of the rules of the world, the power of the evil god cannot be the second level. As long as the location is known, the second level Meivia can indeed solve the problem quickly.'

'But……'

"Why didn't you come earlier or later? I just collected supplies in the Magic Forest and led the people away."

"call!"

Karl took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.

It doesn't matter! I have another solution.

"Merlen!"

"yes."

"I remember you are going to hold a small trade fair in a few days and invite people from all over the world to participate."

"That's right."

Mellen nodded.

"Please help me spread the word." Carl narrowed his eyes. " I am collecting holy skills. As long as you bring them, I am willing to exchange 100,000 kilograms of fine meat for them."

"No!"

"Two hundred thousand pounds!"

The Magic Forest lacks everything except animal meat. Since we can't find a specific target, we'll just use a large net to catch fish.

As long as there is enough bait, there will be no fish to take the bait, not to mention that it is a real deal.

"What?" Mellen's face changed drastically, and he repeated with a trembling voice: "Two hundred...ten thousand pounds?"

He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears and he had heard the number wrong, because the number was too shocking.

"yes."

Carl looked solemn:

"That's two hundred thousand pounds!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and took out 10,000 kilograms of lean meat from the storage space and filled the open space.

"These are deposits. If the transaction in a few days satisfies me, I will pay you 10% of the reward."

"There is no upper limit to the number of sacred skills!"

One percent? The pile of fine meat in front of him made Melen open his mouth for a long time, and the enthusiasm in his eyes became more and more intense.

"no problem!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, his skinny body trembling back and forth:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Karl, I will satisfy you no matter what at the trade fair in a few days."

"Isn't it the Holy Skill, isn't it the Flame Knight Graindek?"

"At worst, I will go to Freeport right now and bring him back even if I have to drag him back by force."

"Yeah." Carl nodded: "I hope you won't let me down."

"Absolutely not!"

Mellen waved his hands:

"Mr. Karl, I'll get busy right away."

…………

As soon as he left Melen's shop and returned to his own residence in the market place, he was visited by an unexpected guest.

"Excuse me."

A timid voice sounded at the door: "Is this Mr. Karl's place?"

"It's me!"

Carl, who had just picked up the book "The Influence of Mental Power and Astral Realm on Flight", looked up when he heard the voice.

A little girl in her teens was standing at the door, looking at the deserted room hesitantly.

"Enter."

Carl waved.

The wizard's hand swept away the mess in the house, cleared up some space, and suppressed the raised dust.

"The place is a bit shabby, but it shouldn't affect the conversation."

The little girl looked at the invisible force sweeping the room, like a group of invisible people busying around, and her mouth opened wide.

What a miracle! What kind of seal is this? Karl looked at the other party with great interest.

The little girl has red lips, white teeth, delicate skin, innocent eyes, and even a scent of milk.

Judging from her aura, she has practiced breathing techniques, but her strength is not strong. I don’t know why the ogre flower at the market entrance let her in.

or……

Karl asked, "Little girl, where is your father?"

"I came in alone, not with any adults." The little girl pouted, seeming a little unhappy.

"Alone?" Carl's eyes moved slightly and he slowly put down the book in his hand.

"Yes, it was a person." The little girl's face turned pale, and she stepped back subconsciously, threateningly: "But the adults in my family will be here soon, so don't even think about bullying me."

"Okay!" Carl shrugged.

"You came here to talk to me about something?"

"Yes!" The little girl calmed down, thought about the important matter, and nodded heavily, "I would like to ask you to take me, my brother, and my sisters out of the city to a safe place."

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"Leaving the city?" Carl tilted his head: "Are you the natives of the City of Death?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded:

"But we have already paid the redemption money, and we can leave this city after we have washed our bodies."

If you want to leave the City of Death, you have no choice but to pay a ransom unless you get amnesty from the city lord.

After paying the money and washing your body in the cleansing pool, you can break the curse of the City of Death.

This money is very expensive.

Even a moderately wealthy family may not be able to redeem a person.

"It seems that your family is very rich." Karl nodded and asked curiously:

"Why me?"

"I've heard of your name." The little girl said, "The legendary knight of Freeport and the mysterious pharmacist of Rapid City. You are powerful enough."

"I don't deny that." Carl shrugged.

"But I'm curious, since you have enough money to atone for your sins, don't you hire guards?"

"Even if you want to find me, why would you, a child, come forward?"

"I'm not a child!" The little girl's cheeks puffed up and she spoke in a muffled voice: "We have to leave this city because we have offended someone. Although we have hired guards, it may not be safe."

"My family asked other people to help, but I felt it might not be enough, so I came to you."

"I see." Carl understood: "You found me here secretly without telling my family. I am very grateful for your recognition of me, but I will not accept the employment."

"Why?" The little girl said anxiously, "I can pay."

"It's not about money." Carl shook his head: "It's about time."

"Your family is very wealthy and your status in the City of Death should be very high, but you were forced to leave. The person you offended must be very powerful. Apart from the city lord, I think the only possible culprits are those Death Knights."

"I'm not afraid of the Death Knights, but if you want to ensure your safety, you will definitely stay away from the City of Death and most likely go to the Grand Duke's Territory. The round trip will take at least a month, and time doesn't allow it."

"..." The little girl opened her mouth wide, her face full of surprise, just like she had just seen the magician's hand move in space: "How do you know everything?"

?

Carl sighed.

If he can't guess this, he has lived in vain for all these years.

"I can pay for it."

"No……"

"Sacred Skill!"

"Um?"

Karl's expression froze, and he swallowed the words in his throat. His throat rolled, and he looked at the little girl in surprise:

"Sacred Skill?"

"Yes!" The little girl nodded:

“It’s the holy skill!”

"Do you know what a sacred skill is?"

"I know!"

The little girl spoke up, "This is a martial art that the gods bestowed upon the Templar Knights of the Divine Realm. Only those who become legendary knights can practice it."

"..." Karl touched his chin:

"Interesting, you have a holy skill?"

“Yes, I brought half of it.” The little girl took another step back, hugged her waist with both hands, and looked at Karl cautiously:

"I can only give it to you if you promise to escort me, my brother, and my sister to a safe place."

"Heh..." Carl nodded: "Let me take a look at the things first."

"You agree first."

"I need to see if it's a holy skill you have. Besides, didn't you bring half of it here just for me to confirm?"

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, the little girl nodded hesitantly:

"It seems so."

"Then you see!"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned the side of his shirt, took out a piece of wood, and placed it carefully on the table.

She did put some thought into sewing things into her clothes.

“Swish!”

Carl waved.

The board flew into his hands on its own accord.

The palm-sized wooden board is engraved with words from the age of the gods, and a special energy protects it from the ravages of time.

Carl's eyes flashed, and he copied the words on the wooden board into his sea of ​​consciousness one by one, analyzing the contents.

Angel's Thorn!

It really is a sacred skill!

Sacred skills can be simply and directly understood as the advanced state of martial arts.

The killing moves in martial arts are called combat skills, and there are also so-called killing moves in sacred skills.

This sacred skill is composed of more than a dozen special killing moves, collectively known as Angel's Thorns.

Extreme speed!

Weird angles! Unbelievable moves!

The complex, violent, and mysterious force-generating techniques, the extreme use of fighting spirit, physical body, and chivalry, are indeed sacred skills.

Although not complete.

But he could tell that each of these killing moves was far more powerful than the fighting skills he had learned before.

"As expected, it is a legacy from the gods!"

'In the memory of the tree, the second-level and even third-level holy knights and guardians of the divine realm are still practicing holy skills, which shows how strong their vitality is.'

'pity!'

'This holy skill focuses on speed and burst, and is not suitable for me who has practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.'

Putting down the wooden sign, Carl looked thoughtful.

He could never have imagined that the first sacred skill he could possibly acquire would be obtained in this way.

"How about it?"

The little girl slowly approached and asked tentatively:

"Is it a sacred skill?"

"This sacred skill was acquired by our family by chance, and only two people know about it besides me."

"Yeah." Karl opened his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jody Hill." The little girl said, "You can call me Jody."

"Hill?" Carl's mind moved: "There is a person called Lady Butterfly, her name seems to be Janice Hill. Who is she to you?"

"My grandma." Jody's eyes widened: "Do you know my grandma?"

Carl shook his head.

He didn't know him, but he had heard of him.

A long, long time ago, in that black city, anyone who wanted to escape from the city would follow the path of Lady Butterfly.

The Hill family!

One of the most famous families in the City of Death, they run various businesses, have channels for transporting people, and have their own connections in nearby cities.

Mrs. Die was a married woman who changed her surname to her husband's, so her surname is also Hill.

"It's definitely not possible to go to the Grand Duke's Territory."

After thinking for a while, Carl spoke slowly: "Have you ever considered going to Rapids City?"

"Rapids City?" Qiao Di frowned and shook his head, "It's too close to the City of Death. Our family's enemies might seek revenge. Besides, it's not safe there. The followers of the evil god are also nearby. We shouldn't go there!"

"What a shame." Carl handed over the wooden sign: "If you go to the Grand Duke's Territory, I really can't help you. But if you go to Strom City, I can help you."

He also said:

"The city of Rapids is safer than you think. The mayor of the City of Death is also dealing with the problem of the evil god. You can go back and think about it. I will be at the market for the next two days. You can come to see me anytime."

* * * A few days later.

There was no good news from Mellen, but the time of the small trade fair was postponed for a few days.

This is normal.

If you want to attract people, you must have enough time for the message to ferment, otherwise it is easy to miss the opportunity.

It was Jodi, the youngest daughter of the Hill family, who sent a letter through someone.

After reading the letter, Carl looked thoughtful. He then packed up his things and walked towards the entrance of the market.

The second floor of Stone Mountain Tavern.

The church deacon Lev stood behind the window, looking through the sash at the figure walking away slowly below.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Seventh Elder."

"Carl is gone."

(End of this chapter)