Before buying a house, Carl lived in a newly built luxury hotel. It was said that it was backed by a multinational corporation. It claimed that even if the army of the Kingdom of Cologne broke into the royal city, staying in the hotel would guarantee safety.
In addition to safety, there is also equipment.
Lights, showers, flush toilets...
Some technological products that require a certain industrial foundation to manufacture are arranged in the room.
"Trains have appeared, and telephones have gone from prototypes to mass production, but only the rich can pull the wires at the moment."
Putting down the technology magazine Charlene gave him, Carl thought: "I wonder when wireless phones will be available?"
Today's telephones are still a type of communication device that converts sound into corresponding electrical signals through a transmitter, transmits the electrical signals to a place far away from the speaker using conductive wires, and then restores the electrical signals to the original sound through a receiver.
You need to connect the wires, apply for registration at the "telephone bureau", and then someone will come to install it. The whole process is very expensive.
Although in Carl's opinion, wired telephones are still very old, they have begun to enter ordinary people's homes.
Thinking of the steam carriage he met on the way here, Carl couldn't help but chuckle. Few people realize that the times have changed dramatically without realizing it.
“Hmm…”
Looking down, the words on the magazine seemed a little blurry.
Carl's eyes moved, and he looked again carefully, and found that the text was twisting and wriggling like tadpoles, gradually turning into a strange human face.
The eyes on the man's face were deep and terrifying, as if pulling the man's soul towards an endless abyss.
interesting.
Soul witchcraft of the wizard's apprentice.
This kind of witchcraft acts directly on the soul and has little lethality, but it can trigger fear deep in people's hearts.
Ordinary people can't stop it at all.
"mortal!"
The strange face opened its mouth wide, like a huge black hole, swallowing Carl: "Don't even think about contacting the devil. Although your soul is already rotten, I don't mind tasting it."
"If you continue to acquire that estate..."
"hey-hey……"
The black hole slowly shrank until it disappeared, and the distorted text on the magazine returned to its original state.
"interesting."
Carl clasped his hands together and nodded slowly. "No wonder the manor has not been sold even after several price adjustments in the past six months. It turns out that a wizard apprentice has secretly tampered with it."
"It's just a bluff..."
"There's no bad intention."
* * * Abe was from Cologne. In his early years, in order to join the Church of the Burning Sun, he was deceived into burning his body with fire.
In the end, the church did not join in, but instead suffered extensive burns to his body, and his face was even more horrific.
He put down the bell-shaped magic object in his hand, calmed himself, pushed the door open and walked towards the street outside.
After turning several times along the narrow alley, Abe arrived at the place where his mentor used for research.
"tutor!"
"Um."
Browning, a tall and thin senior wizard apprentice with white hair, was mixing potions. He nodded when he heard the voice:
"Any news?"
"Yes." Abe bowed his head. "A count named Karl is interested in buying the manor. The current price is two thousand gold coins."
“It’s not clear whether the deal can be concluded.”
"Two thousand gold coins?" Browning stopped what he was doing and sneered with disdain:
"When I sold the manor, it was worth eight thousand gold coins, and this is already a discounted price."
“Now you can only sell it for 2,000?”
Abe said nothing.
The war had just begun that year, and no one thought that the army of the Kingdom of Cologne could actually reach the royal city.
Moreover, the mentor had killed several owners of the manor over the years, so of course the price had to be lowered again and again.
"never mind."
Browning obviously knew the reason and sighed:
"Two thousand gold coins is fine. Find a buyer's residence in the next few days. I will take action after the buyer moves in."
"Teacher." Abei's face changed slightly. "The successive murders of the owners of the manor have become a big news. If someone else gets into trouble, it will probably attract the attention of the church."
"And the one who plans to buy the manor this time is a count. What if there is someone else behind him..."
"Heh..." Browning glanced at his disciple: "Don't worry!"
"The things in the basement of the manor were arranged by my mentor himself. Unless an archangel intervenes, it is impossible to find any problems. Do you think the people in the church have never gone down to check for so many years?"
"My research has reached the most critical moment. I heard that the Sark Kingdom has the latest cell samples. If I can buy one, I may become a formal wizard in my lifetime."
“All of this costs money!”
Abe opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
"Go ahead!"
Browning waved his hand: "Watch closely. When the task is completed, I will teach you a zero-ring magic as a reward."
"...Yes." Abei responded, lowered his head and was about to leave, but his body suddenly froze in place.
"What's wrong?"
Browning looked sideways.
"Teacher...Teacher..." Abei's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear:
"I can't move!"
"Um?"
Browning frowned and subconsciously picked up the staff beside him, and the zero-ring witchcraft poisonous thorns were ready to move.
I saw that Abei's facial muscles were strangely distorted, as if something was hidden underneath. His skin and flesh structures stretched and grew larger, and gradually a human face grew out from under his skin and flesh, and then a person walked out.
Dream walking!
Karl rubbed his cheek and sighed helplessly:
"This continent is indeed a desert for wizards. Even the bloodline abilities are suppressed to this extent."
If he is in another world or a magical forest, he can use dream walking to hide directly in the consciousness of others, and his true form can be revealed at any time.
And here.
It almost burst Abe's body.
"It's you!"
Abe's eyes widened:
"Count Karl!"
"Um?"
Browning's face changed drastically, and he suddenly pointed the staff in his hand. Many tiny spores instantly appeared in the air.
Zero-ring witchcraft - poisonous thorns! Although this witchcraft is only a zero-ring witchcraft, its power depends entirely on the selected plants.
Browning has spent decades studying various organisms. The plant spores in his body are a complex product. Once activated, they can crush and corrode even hard steel, let alone fragile flesh.
Under the influence of witchcraft, the spores instantly turned into twisting vines.
Carl moved his fingers slightly, subconsciously wanting to cast a spell, but as if he remembered something, he reached out his hand and touched Abe's body.
A soft sword appeared in his hand.
“Swish!”
The sword flashed.
Everything in the field suddenly came to a standstill.
Immediately following.
The hideous and poisonous vines instantly lost their vitality and fell to the ground one after another.
Browning's body stiffened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but a crack from top to bottom had already split him in two.
"puff!"
The two bodies fell to the sides, blood spurting out.
"ah!"
Abei stepped back subconsciously, his body trembling, his face pale, and his legs went soft and he knelt on the ground.
"Legendary Knight?"
At this time.
A soft, soothing female voice came from the back: "More than that! I never thought that the inconspicuous wizard apprentice back then has come this far now."
"Le Miller." Carl turned around and looked at the angel in white who appeared in the room, shaking his head helplessly:
"This is a dispute between us wizards. It seems that it is not the gods' turn to intervene?"
"Humph!" Remire snorted:
"You should be thankful that you used the knight's method. If you had used a first-level sorcery in the royal city, I could have killed you."
“It’s not against the rules!”
(End of this chapter)