Monica sent someone to deliver the message.

Decades ago, a woman named Jenny did come to the National Opera House. She had an amazing singing talent and rose to prominence in just a few months.

Later, as he grew older, his voice changed and he gradually became a marginal figure in the theater.

He left the opera house not long after.

She has been missing since then. According to the elders of that generation, Jenny left the royal city and went somewhere else.

"well!"

Carl sighed:

"Jenny and I had corresponded at the time, but she didn't mention these things. She just talked about how good life was."

"I guess I don't want you to worry." Today, Charlene came to visit and had dinner with me at the table:

"The situation is very chaotic right now. It may not be easy to find old friends who you haven't contacted for decades."

“Forget it.” Karl shook his head gently: “Everyone has his own destiny. Even if I find her, I can’t get back the feeling of my youth.”

"Yes." Charlene responded, "Count, you mentioned that you wanted to find a housekeeper for the estate. I think you can put an ad in the newspaper."

"Advertisement?" Carl looked up: "Is this your newspaper's idea?"

"Yes." Sharlene said:

"Our newspaper is planning to develop a new revenue channel. We will use part of the cover to publish advertisements. We only need to pay a small amount of money to let the whole city know. Isn't it a good deal?"

"Other newspapers have made the change, and if we don't, we'll be left behind."

"Yeah." Carl nodded, picked up the wheat bread and chewed it in his mouth. The soft bread and the wheat flavor went perfectly together:

“This bread is good.”

"There's no problem with advertising, but I like quietness. If anyone comes, it won't work. Can the newspaper screen them?"

"This..." Shalin thought for a moment and said:

"Can."

Advertising in a newspaper is not cheap, and as the newspaper's first advertiser, she is willing to give some preferential treatment.

At worst, you can set the conditions more stringent, verify your identity first, and then come for an interview.

"That's good."

Karl wiped his hands with a silk scarf and stood up:

"I'm waiting for your good news."

* * * Another world.

Carl appeared at the bottom floor of the Fire Palace, reached out and took a piece of letter, unfolded it and shook his head slightly.

"Killing the gods' followers..."

"I'm injured now, so it's not convenient for me to do anything!"

There has been no news for such a long time, it seems that Meivia is getting a little impatient, but it is indeed inconvenient for Carl.

He also wanted to hunt down the gods' followers to increase his strength, but he was unable to do so.

After replying to the other party, Carl turned around and returned to the fragment of the divine domain to continue practicing the 'Source Sea Meditation Method'.

At present, his mental power is not enough to support the construction of three-ring witchcraft, so he must first improve his mental power.

Time passes slowly.

Half a year later.

Name: Carl

Physical fitness: 40.3 Mental strength: 30 Essence: 0 Level: Second-order Holy Knight, Second-ring Wizard

Abyss blood fusion degree: 62%. Ever since being infected by the Soul Centipede, in the past year or so, there has not been the slightest improvement in my physical condition.

Even without the absolute control of the divine fragment over the body, it would probably be reduced to below forty.

And the mental strength finally reached thirty.

"With the help of the gift from God, I have comprehended the power of water and the essence of life, and have touched upon the third-level knowledge in advance, thus laying the foundation for constructing the third-ring witchcraft."

"The Source Sea Meditation Method is not the best in the Six Rings Tower, but it is one of the best natural school methods in the Magic Forest. It can directly reach the fourth level and can reduce the difficulty of constructing water witchcraft to a certain extent."

"Coupled with the absolute mastery of the fragments of the divine domain, this is how we can construct the source of life at the second level."

After some thought, Karl's face darkened.

Let's start! The minimum spiritual power of a three-ring wizard is fifty, which may seem not much more than thirty, but in fact it is a world of difference.

The gap between the second and third ring roads is so huge that it makes people despair.

Just like now.

Even with the absolute rationality and absolute control of the fragments of the divine domain, constructing the source of life is still extremely difficult.

It's like weaving a soft and complex piece of clothing with iron wire, which is extremely energy-consuming.

Half a month later.

Carl sat in the middle of the flower garden of the manor with a dull look in his eyes, his mind empty and a look of despair.

"count?"

Terry, the manager of the manor, is a middle-aged man in his forties. His father is a baron, but the title was passed on to his brother. The two brothers have a bad relationship and have been living away from home since then.

His aristocratic upbringing, familiarity with the upper-class lifestyle, and the fact that he didn't mind being humble made him the most suitable candidate to be a butler.

Actually.

"I'm fine."

Coming back to his senses, Karl waved his hand: "When people get old, it's inevitable that they will be distracted."

"Do you need a doctor to check your health?" Terry asked in a low voice. "I know a theologian in the church who is also a part-time doctor. He is very good at both theology and medicine."

“No need.” Carl shook his head: “I just need to take a rest.”

"...Yes." Terry didn't force it: "The weather has started to get colder. I asked someone to send a blanket over. It's not good to catch a cold."

Terry was very satisfied with this 'master'.

Less things,

Lots of money,

Good temper.

Since coming to this manor, Terry's life has become more comfortable than ever before, and it is not shameful to talk about serving the earl.

What a pity.

Count Karl had no descendants, and his health became weaker day by day. He often sat or stayed still for the entire day.

It's very worrying about his physical condition.

…………

The days go by.

This day.

Carl put down the bread in his hand and sighed:

"Changed people?"

"yes."

Terry nodded:

"The baker, Tammy, had a family accident and applied for resignation. If the count doesn't like the taste, I will replace her."

"never mind."

Carl waved his hand:

"Tell Bastin to get the carriage ready."

"Yes." Terry responded, "I heard there will be a lot of new things in the exhibition hall today. It is said that there will be several ritual objects for gods on display."

"Maybe……"

“It’s for sale.”

Carl's eyes moved slightly.

He didn't have many entertainment activities in the royal city. After all, as a man who was almost seventy years old, it was inconvenient for him to do many things.

My only hobby is to participate in various exhibition hall activities.

I especially like collecting all kinds of strange and weird things.

This is normal.

Many nobles like to collect antiques and artworks, but Karl's collection is relatively niche.

Most of them are related to gods.

According to him, he had a loyal belief in God and could not bear to let these things be lost in the world.

The angel Remuel scoffed at this.

The real reason is of course the source material. Some antiques contain source material. Although it is little, every little bit is still good.

A horse-drawn carriage is driving on the road.

The days passed comfortably, and Bastin seemed to be getting younger and younger. He waved the reins, pointed to a shop on the street, and said:

"Count Karl, the previous cook at the manor learned her cooking skills from this Barrow Bakery."

“The old lady in the bakery has been making bread for decades.”

"parking."

"Um?"

"I said stop the car!"

"yes."

Bastin hurriedly stopped the carriage and helped Carl down.

"Barrow Bakery."

Looking at the bakery in front of him, Karl's eyes were complicated: "It turns out that Jenny has been staying in the Royal City and the Barrow Singing Group. She is still thinking about the past."

"The guidance of destiny..."

"Aya, is this the blessing of the goddess of fate?"

With the blessing of the goddess of fate, he will be guided to meet the people he wants to meet and do the things he wants to do.

But, is this really a good thing?

Sometimes forgetting is blessing.

(End of this chapter)