The party continues.

Although everyone was shocked by the holy skills and the two hundred thousand pounds of lean meat, they also understood that these had nothing to do with them.

Holy Skill,

It is something that only legendary knights can touch.

In this world where the path of knighthood is almost extinct, to become a legend means having a strong background and strength, and no one will have any other thoughts. This is why Carl dares to reveal his true identity.

Unlike the magic forest in the main world, where first-level creatures are as numerous as dogs and second-level creatures are everywhere, you have to be careful in everything you do.

"Mr. Karl."

After waiting for a while, someone finally stood up and said to Carl: "I also have a holy skill here, I wonder if you are interested?"

"Oh!" Carl said, "As long as it's a holy skill, I'm interested."

“That’s good.” The other person nodded, took out a book from his body, and gently placed it in front of Karl: “Take a look first.”

Carl sat up straight.

Unlike the Flame Knight, the person who used the holy skill this time was a legendary knight with a calm and soothing aura.

The Bard Bennet! A legendary figure who travels through various duchies.

Obviously, he possesses powerful strength and can be a guest of honor in any force, but he has been relying on singing and playing in various pubs to make a living. No matter what the reason is, this behavior is admirable.

It was not surprising that a legendary knight possessed holy skills, but the holy skills he used were beyond Carl's expectations.

Divine String Soul Burial Score! This is a sheet of music, or a skill of playing, but it is also a sacred skill.

Sound killing technique? But this piece of music has no lethality, it can only help people calm the restlessness of the soul and make people calm their consciousness.

Carl had a strange expression and looked hesitant:

"This sacred skill..."

"Not accepting?"

"No."

Carl sighed:

"As long as it's a sacred skill, I'll accept it, but the meat may take a few days to be delivered."

"It's okay, I can wait." Bennett smiled:

"Mr. Karl, don't underestimate this holy skill. I have been relying on it to support myself for so many years."

"once……"

"It is the song that must be played when the gods convene!"

"Yes." Carl laughed dryly: "Thank you very much."

He now understood why Bennett, as a legend, never fought with anyone.

It would be strange if one could harbor murderous intent when playing this kind of calming music so often.

After that, no one sold their holy skills anymore, and Carl calmed down and watched other people's transactions quietly.

soon.

The party is over.

Everyone said goodbye and left one by one until only Carl was left sitting there, as if waiting for something.

"A legendary knight of Freeport, a mysterious pharmacist of Stromgarde, and the guardian of the temple."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded:

"Mr. Karl, your rise is a legend."

“I don’t dare.” Karl raised his head and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in the field, his expression did not change:

"I don't know what the girl's name is?"

This woman is the one who was wearing a tulle at the party, but she has taken it off now.

With delicate facial features and a face as white as porcelain, she exudes a childlike innocence that makes one know at first glance that she is a young girl who has not experienced much of the world.

but……

The other party knew that she was the guardian of the temple and was a legend herself, which was enough to show that there was a mysterious and powerful force behind her.

"Orianna."

The girl placed one hand on her chest, crossed her legs, bowed slightly, and performed an ancient etiquette:

"My friends usually call me Anna."

"Then... Miss Orianna." Carl leaned forward and said:

"During the party, you whispered to me and asked me to stay after the party. What did you want to talk about?"

"Holy Skill!" Orianna chuckled. "Mr. Carl, if I'm guessing correctly, you haven't gotten a holy skill that satisfies you yet?"

"..." Karl hesitated for a moment, but did not deny it: "Yes!"

"Could it be that Miss Orianna has the holy skill I want?"

"Maybe." Orianna pulled over a chair and sat down gracefully. Her every move was very elegant. This habit of engraving elegance into her bones must have been cultivated over many years.

"I don't know if Mr. Karl is aware that there are different grades of holy skills, and the difference is huge."

"Really?" Carl stroked his chin and replied ambiguously: "This is indeed not very clear."

"Gods have divinity, but they haven't completely lost their humanity, so there are conflicts between gods just like there are between humans." Orianna smiled and said, "Mr. Carl, guess how they resolve conflicts?"

"Duel?" Carl asked, "The gods who are high above us naturally won't do it themselves, so they let their guardians duel?"

"That's right!" Orianna nodded with a smile:

"The God's Domain has many arenas for guardians to duel in. Watching duels is also the gods' favorite entertainment."

"Sometimes demigods or certain gods become interested and will come to the rescue."

"According to records, every hundred years, a grand duel competition will be held in the arena of the God's Domain. The top three guardians will win glory for their gods and receive the gods' blessings."

Carl did not respond, but just listened to the other party quietly.

Very strange.

Orianna tells the stories of the gods with a unique calmness, just like ordinary people talking about their daily lives.

There is no such awe of gods.

Carl had never encountered this in other people. Even Connie, who had no respect for gods, would subconsciously bow his head when gods were mentioned.

This is a normal reaction for ordinary people.

Orianna didn't.

"Due to some coincidence, I have a ranking of the arena competitions from the time of the gods for nearly a thousand years."

"It records the top 20 in each competition, and lists their respective sacred skills, strengths, and weaknesses."

Orianna smiled and said:

"I guess!"

"This list should be used by the guardians participating in the arena competition, so that they can identify their opponents and win the next game. After all, according to legend, there are many bets involved in this kind of competition, and even the gods are very concerned about it."

"Miss Orianna." Carl had to interrupt her endless chatter: "This seems to have nothing to do with what we are talking about?"

"How can it be irrelevant?" Orianna rolled her eyes, as if accusing him of lacking patience:

“The top three in the Hundred Years’ War are almost all the guardians of the Moon Goddess, the God of Death, and the God of the Sea.”

"It not only shows that their guardians are extraordinary, but also shows that the skills they practice are powerful."

"..." Karl sat up straight, his face solemn:

"Do you have the sacred skills they practiced?"

"No." Orianna shook her head: "Maybe there is one in the temple."

?

What's the point without you!

"What's that expression on your face?" Orianna frowned. "Although I don't have the inheritance left by these gods, I have others. And it's not the case that the stronger the god, the more powerful the inheritance he leaves behind. Sometimes it's quite the opposite. After all, powerful gods don't lack glory."

"There are several lower-level gods who have bestowed powerful sacred skills on their guardians, which have the potential to kill gods. However, they have too few guardians and insufficient resources, so they are not ranked very high in the competition."

"but……"

"With no resources and average talent, he can still rank in the top 20 in every competitive game. Isn't that amazing?"

"Not bad." Carl nodded.

"I have a holy skill. Although it has high requirements, it is very suitable for people who practice the giant spirit breathing method." Orianna said, "But two hundred thousand lean meat will definitely not work!"

Karl tapped the table. The other party even knew that he practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, so he immediately asked, "How much do you want?"

"Two million kilograms of meat!" Orianna said solemnly, "Of course, I don't need you to raise the money right away. You just need to provide enough within the next year."

“Fish and shrimp are also fine!”

"As the number one person in Rapid City and the guardian of the temple, I believe this shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right?"

"Two million jin?" Karl's expression changed slightly, but he did not refuse directly. Instead, he said:

"Let me take a look at the sacred skills first."

"No problem." Orianna chuckled and raised her hand to throw out a book with three ancient big characters on the cover.

Holy Demon Transformation! Karl opened the book, and a violent killing intent rushed towards him, like a huge axe slashing into his mind.

Hmm! He groaned and paused before looking down.

Orianna on the opposite side raised her eyebrows and her beautiful eyes flickered when she saw this.

Not many people can finish reading this book. Even she gave up after reading only half of it.

Because when reading a book, the murderous intent will become stronger and stronger until it drives people crazy.

When she first opened the book, she vomited blood on the spot. She had been thinking about seeing Carl make a fool of himself, but he just changed his expression slightly and continued reading, seemingly unaffected.

a long time.

"call……"

Carl let out a long breath, a few beads of sweat appeared on his temples, the corners of his eyes trembled, and then he slowly put down the book in his hand.

Body-building exercises!

Holy Demon Transformation is not a holy skill for killing, but a method to evolve the physical body.

There are ten floors in total.

Each layer causes certain changes in the body.

Level 4!

The realm of God.

It is indeed as the other party said that he has the potential to kill gods.

However, it is not easy to practice this technique, as it places very high demands on the practitioner's physique and character.

"The girl is right. This skill called Saint Demon Transformation is indeed very powerful, but two million kilograms of lean meat..." Carl shook his head: "It's too much!"

"I don't think it's much." Orianna said, "Besides, I don't want it right away. I just need you to give it to me in the next year."

"It's still too much." Carl still shook his head: "One million kilograms of lean meat, or give me three years. You also know what the current price situation is."

"No!" Orianna frowned. "At least 1.8 million pounds. Three years is impossible..."

"too much!"

“Not much!”

“…”

a long time.

The two reached an agreement.

One million and a half kilograms, Carl needs to raise the total for the other party within the next year and a half.

…………

Walking out of the dark market, Orianna looked thoughtful, then took out a walking stick and tapped the ground lightly.

The next moment.

The hard ground beneath her feet rippled like flowing water, and she sank downwards.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the spot.

Somewhere underground.

Orianna knelt down in front of a giant that was several meters tall.

"Mother!"

The giant is over five meters tall, but if shrunk to the same size, it would undoubtedly be a beautiful lady.

Meivia! Archduke Ferdinand's daughter! Lord of the City of Death! "Hmm..."

Meivia slowly opened her eyes, a hazy light flashed in her eyes, and she spoke slowly: "What's going on?"

"He doesn't have the aura of a goddess." Orianna said, "He must have advanced to the legendary level through other means. Maybe he is related to the evil god, so he is unwilling to go to the temple."

"The Holy Temple..." Meivia said slowly:

"Since it has nothing to do with the goddess, there is no need to worry about it anymore. Have you found the evil god's intention in Freeport?"

"Not yet." Orianna lowered her head. "But it should be soon. The evil god's will is wandering in Freeport. I'm afraid my uncle can't hold on any longer."

"Sodan?" Meivia closed her eyes:

"You are just a stupid fool. Don't bother with him. Find the will of the evil god and I will solve the problem."

"food……"

"It can't be broken."

"Yes." Orianna replied. She was about to talk about the sacred skill when she looked up and saw that her mother had fallen asleep.

She opened her mouth and bowed silently to leave.

* * * “Huh…”

"Bang!"

Carl turned his body, clenched his five fingers into a fist and struck forward, and the whistling wind condensed into a white line visible to the naked eye.

Two streams of wizardry light fell on his body. He just swayed slightly and then dodged and rushed in front of someone.

"puff!"

His fists were like claws, crushing the opponent's larynx easily.

The next moment.

Everything around began to shake, and the illusion quietly dissipated.

"well!"

Carl stood there, speechless. "The Nev Magic Mirror is so unstoppable. I seriously suspect that the Andrew family set a usage limit when refining the magic mirror. Once the limit is exceeded, the magic mirror will quickly break down."

"but……"

With his eyebrows slightly raised, he muttered quietly, "My strength has indeed increased a lot. Even if I face a wizard in the middle stage of the first ring head-on, I still have a chance of winning!"

"The first three transformations of the Holy Demonic Transformation are called Bronze Transformation. Just by cultivating the first level, my defense has doubled. I can almost ignore physical attacks of the same level. My resistance to witchcraft has also greatly increased."

"Now, when I encounter the magic of a late-stage wizard, it is no longer fatal like before, but..."

“Seriously injured!”

"It seems that the final outcome is not much different?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Karl's rising fighting spirit fell, and then he encouraged himself: "It's okay!"

"Now I have only cultivated the first level. When I reach the second and third levels, my defense power will double."

"If I become a bronze master, I may be able to resist the late-stage first-order witchcraft. Besides, I am not a dead person. If I encounter witchcraft attacks, don't I know how to hide?"

"The key is..."

“Life energy!”

Karl stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

Less than two months after learning the Holy Demon Transformation, he had already completed the first level.

The reason why he was able to get started so quickly was because his physical physique was already at the middle stage of the first level, plus he had a good foundation from practicing the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, and the divine fragment had absolute control over his body.

The Saint Demon Transformation was of a very high grade, and it would consume a large amount of life energy during practice, but as long as there was enough life energy, advancement would be quick.

After completing the first level, Carl felt the strain when practicing the second level. Although his physique was already quite strong, his progress was slow.

Walking out of the backyard, I heard a lot of noise.

"What's going on?"

Karl frowned, stepped out, and glanced at the people in the store:

"What happened again?"

The store has not been very quiet recently, with troubles happening from time to time and even affecting business.

It also made him feel bad.

"Wizard Carl." Lance chuckled when he saw this: "Nothing, Zoe and I were just joking."

Are you kidding? Karl snorted.

Zoe is the daughter-in-law of the Nelson family and was taken in by Carl at Enid's request some time ago.

She has delicate features and fair skin. Although she is pregnant, it doesn't look so obvious. Instead, she has a mature charm.

Although Lance had a broken arm, his temper had not changed and he would tease the other party from time to time.

Apparently they had gone a little too far today. Even Zoe's skirt was torn, and her face turned pale.

The others looked unhappy, but no one dared to say anything.

After all, Lance is a member of the Green family and has a distinguished status in the Six-Ring Tower, so he even speaks casually to Carl.

Carl turned around and asked:

"Zoe, is that so?"

"..." Zoe gritted her teeth, her cheeks trembled, and suddenly said: "That's not the case!"

"Wizard Carl, Lance has been touching me all the time. I didn't allow him to do that, and he even tried to force me."

"Bitch!" Lance's face changed and he yelled loudly:

"What did you say?"

"That's enough!" Carl frowned, "Lance, you are a disciple of the Six Rings Tower, but you repeatedly break the rules of the store. I can't keep you here."

"Just go!"

"Um?"

Lance was stunned and looked at him in surprise: "Wizard Carl, what did you say?"

"What?" Carl's eyes were cold. "Did I not speak clearly enough? Or is it that besides losing an arm, your ears also don't work well!"

"roll!"

"You..." The wizard's mental power seemed to be real, and Lance subconsciously took a step back. When he came to his senses, he gritted his teeth and groaned:

"Very good!"

"I don't want to stay in this shabby shop anymore, but if you drive me away, I will definitely tell Wizard Gold!"

Before he could finish his words, his body was washed out of the store by a stream of water.

Ever since Lance came to the store, the interpersonal relationships in the store have been a mess. Carl has long wanted to kick him out, and today is just the opportunity to do so and get some peace and quiet.

"Pooh!"

"Pah!"

Lance opened his mouth and spat out the dirty water that had poured into his stomach, then stumbled to find his friend at the market.

"Cohen!"

"Come out and drink with me!"

While he was roaring and venting his anger, he did not notice that there was a figure not far away watching him quietly.

"Lance..."

The black shadow sneered:

"The Enchanted Forest is not the continent of Kalim. Without the protection of a formal wizard, do you think you can survive?"

'I've been waiting for a few months for this opportunity...'

'Finally!'

(End of this chapter)