Real world.

"It's done!"

Carl opened his eyes, his face full of excitement, and waved his arms desperately to vent his excitement.

After a period of experimentation, with the help of the power of the divine realm, he successfully constructed a spell model of the secondary spell field in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Different from meditation.

The construction of the spell model is very complex, and it is impossible to think hard before casting each spell.

Once successfully constructed, it will be firmly formed and can be brought into the real world. It will not collapse just because it leaves the divine realm.

"I haven't even started meditation yet, but I've already mastered a zero-level magic. I think I'm unprecedented, right?"

Carl muttered to himself, and then carefully activated the spell model in his sea of ​​consciousness according to the records in the book.

Secondary magic force field!

“Buzz…”

A silent vibration came from the sea of ​​consciousness, followed by an invisible force field that penetrated the body and covered an area of ​​several meters in radius.

It's a special feeling.

For a moment, Carl was so absorbed in it that it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Activating the secondary spell field will consume your mental strength. With my current mental strength, I can only last for five to six minutes at most."

“This is without any external influence.”

"Defense..."

Carl took the quill pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper:

"It's difficult for ordinary people to break the force field with bare hands. If they have weapons, they can resist three hits."

"This is obviously weaker than Miles."

"It seems that the same witchcraft, the same spell model, when performed by different people, has different powers."

Miles cast a secondary spell field, which could easily distort the attacks of the knight's squires, and could also block most of Dina's attacks using her full-strength sword skills.

It's far from what Carl is now.

However, it is obvious that Miles' witchcraft has its limits, which is why the force field disappeared and he was shot to death by the hidden arrow.

"Releasing witchcraft consumes mental energy. I can feel obvious fatigue. I guess it's caused by insufficient mental energy."

After constructing a zero-ring witchcraft in the sea of ​​consciousness, in addition to excitement and excitement, there were also many doubts.

Now Carl can't wait to go to the manor outside the city to inquire about the follow-up knowledge.

“No hurry.”

Putting down his pen, he looked at the moon outside the window:

"Let's go to another world first."

Black City’s January 1st Safety Day is coming soon, and the opportunity cannot be missed.

* * * “Crunch…”

Pushing open the door, Carl stretched his muscles facing the gloomy street and let out a long breath.

As the saying goes, a skilled person has great courage.

He is completely different now than he was before.

Not only did he practice the poison wolf breathing method to become a knight's squire, he even learned a zero-ring witchcraft.

The strength has skyrocketed.

Even the oppression brought by this gloomy and dark black city was weakened a lot.

Raqqa Bazaar.

Carl, wearing a black cloak, stood at the entrance of the market street, looking at the rack built with wooden stakes in front of him.

There were several bodies hanging on the wooden rack.

The corpse had been brutally tortured before death, and the slow-moving scars and purple bruises on the body were particularly eye-catching.

A cold wind blew, and the stench of corpses filled my nose.

Those hanging here are the prisoners who have violated the taboos of the Black City. Most of them are people who want to escape from the city.

"Cologne……"

Karl lowered his head and whispered, his voice tape sighing: "I said, don't always think about leaving Black City, how nice it would be to stay and do business peacefully?"

"This is what happened now."

Cologne is dead.

He was the one who sold him the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique. When he came here last time, he said he had a way to escape from Black City.

Now he is hung on a wooden frame for public display.

With a pair of bulging eyes and a ferocious look on his face, it seemed that his escape plan had failed after all.

"well!"

Sighing, Carl walked into the market.

"Rat meat, fresh and unrotten rat meat, one or two portions for half a black stone!"

"Clean water! Filtered clean water, without any impurities. You can buy eight liters for just one black stone..."

The vendors' shouts remained the same as usual, without changing because of the corpse hanging on the wooden rack.

“The price has gone up.”

"Both meat and water have seen a certain increase. It should be because it is more difficult to obtain food in winter."

Carl walked and stopped along the way, inquiring about the market and stopping at stalls that interested him from time to time.

"What's this?"

He picked up a yellow lump that looked like soil and asked curiously.

"Clay." The stall owner explained:

"It contains mucus secreted by underground worms. It's edible. One black stone can be exchanged for ten."

"Food?" Carl frowned.

This is clearly a piece of soil that can be found everywhere.

"Of course." Seeing that he didn't believe it, the stall owner dodged the clay and licked it before handing it back: "Although it has a bit of earthy taste, it's swallowable. If you taste it carefully, you can even taste a hint of sweetness. The clay here is all top-quality, with a lot of mucus."

"If there is not enough mucus, eating too much will block the stomach and intestines. Many people have died from eating dirt."

Looking at the piece of soil handed over, which had obvious traces of saliva on it, Carl waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.

Eat dirt?

Are the days down here already so difficult? Thinking about this, he pointed to a pile of powder next to him: "What is this?"

"Soul powder." The stall owner put away the clay and explained casually, "When you kill a half-dead creature, there will be this stuff next to the corpse. After eating it, you will be energized and your strength will increase a little. It is said to be a must-have for some secret medicines."

"Two black stones for one serving."

"Oh!" Carl touched his chin:

"Would you like some marinated meat strips?"

"want!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up: "Of course, if the quality of the meat is good enough, I can give you a discount on the price."

After a moment.

Carl continued strolling around the market with a package in his hand.

"Uncle?"

A timid voice sounded:

"Is that you, uncle?"

Carl turned around when he heard the voice and saw a ragged young man standing not far away, staring intently.

"It's you."

Karl thought about it and remembered the other person’s name: “Aya?”

Since Cologne was preparing to leave Black City, he would transfer his stall in advance, and the one who took over his stall was Aya.

This girl looks like a boy but is actually a girl.

"It's really you, Uncle Karl." Aya said excitedly, "It's been a long time since you left last time. Uncle, if you want to buy something, I will definitely give you the cheapest price if I have it."

The other party's enthusiasm made Karl feel a little embarrassed. He had no intention of going to Aya's stall at the beginning.

"All right!"

Sighing, he walked over to the stall and flipped through the items.

"You don't have what I want here."

"What does uncle want?" Aya's eyes dimmed, and then she perked up:

"Next time you come, I'll prepare it for you in advance."

"What do I want..." Carl shook his head slightly: "I don't want anything specific."

"It... doesn't matter." Aya forced a smile to cover up the disappointment in her heart:

"I will prepare more and better things. Next time you come to the market, you can come and have a look."

"I'm not sure when I'll come next time." Carl stood up: "Let's talk about it later!"

"good."

Aya nodded with difficulty:

"Uncle, take care. You're always welcome here."

Carl didn't respond.

You need to pay black stones to set up a stall at the market. Aya's business is so bad that it's hard to say whether she will still be there next time.

More likely not.

A little girl, no need to worry.

(End of this chapter)