Even if it is the blood of the evil god, he is not afraid of it. Instead, he can transform it into source energy to increase his own strength.

But unfortunately.

The evil god substance in the blasphemous potion does not contain source material.

Carl swallowed the medicine not to use the medicine to change his body, but to refine it with the Sanpan Gong.

The Sanpan Gong is adept at transformation and can evolve into an advanced state with the help of the contents of the potion.

On grade.

The complete version of the Three Plate Skill is at least level five, which may be higher than the evil god 'Pale Wings'.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Carl's eyes suddenly opened.

His pupils turned pitch black silently, like a passage to hell, his hair turned silver, and even his facial features and body shape changed to a certain extent.

Weird!

Handsome!

…

The fighting spirit that emanated from his body was more like strands of pale white ribbons, exuding an aura that devoured all life.

A pair of wings vaguely appeared behind him.

Pale Wings!

After moving his hands and feet for a while, Carl muttered quietly: "This way, we should be able to hide it from the higher-ups of the Holy Temple, right?"

After calming himself down, he looked at his data panel.

Name: Carl

Constitution: 49.6 Mental Strength: 50.3 Essence: 416 Level: Second-level Holy Knight, Third-ring Wizard

Abyss Bloodline Fusion Degree: 85% The more than 400 source qualities on the data panel gave Carl an inexplicable sense of security.

Even at a ratio of twenty to one, this much source essence can still allow the mental strength to break through the seventy mark.

That is, a third-ring mid-stage wizard!

However, he is not in a hurry to improve his cultivation at the moment.

Firstly, it becomes increasingly difficult to increase your cultivation level as time goes by, so it is relatively more cost-effective to use it later.

Secondly,

Since advancing to the third-ring wizard, the blood fusion degree of the abyss giant squid has been rapidly improving, and its physique has also been getting stronger. At this time, it is not appropriate to interrupt this progress by increasing its cultivation by using source essence.

"We'll talk about it after the blood fusion reaches 100%, the physical fitness exceeds fifty, and you become a forbidden knight."

* * * Royal City.

A heavy snowfall yesterday covered the entire city with thick winter clothes.

The ruts of cars were pressing down the snow on the road, and residents on both sides of the street could be seen clearing the snow in front of their houses.

“Oh…”

Bastin waved the reins to stop the carriage, took out a stool and a cloak and helped Carl get out of the carriage.

Stepping on a low stool, Carl landed and looked at the manor in front of him.

Different from his manor on the outskirts of the city, this area is close to the core of the royal city, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

One can imagine the power and wealth of the owner who was able to build such a luxurious manor here.

"Lord Connie."

A middle-aged priest came over and said, "You are here."

"Yes." Karl nodded, followed the other party into the manor, and asked: "When did Earl Jeff become in his current condition?"

"Half a year ago." Swinburne is the priest on this street and also Remiel's subordinate.

He began to explain:

"Earl Jeff went out half a year ago, and after he came back, he lost his appetite and became increasingly mentally ill."

"I cast a spell on him and asked a doctor to treat him, but there was no improvement."

"Bishop Louis came a few days ago and said you might have a solution."

As he said this, he glanced at Karl with a little curiosity.

How could this young earl cure a disease that even divine arts and top doctors could not cure? However, he did not dare to question Bishop Louis' words.

“Crunch…Crunch…”

Their feet stepped on the thick snow, making orderly sounds. Under the guidance of the manor servants, the two came to a warm house.

There was a soft couch in the middle of the greenhouse, and a white-haired old man was lying on it, breathing weakly.

Karl looked at him strangely: "Earl Jeff?"

"Yes." The priest sighed, "He is Count Jeff. The Count is only thirty years old this year, but he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies."

"Yeah." Karl took a step forward, glanced casually and said:

Although divine arts are magical, they do not last long. Only by paying a huge price can one keep the divine arts constant on the body.

For example, the blessing of the goddess of fate on Carl is a constant divine spell of the fifth or even sixth order.

The same is true of the divine power possessed by Count Jeff, except that its grade is very low, only a first-level blessing of life. But even so, it is extremely rare.

"yes."

The priest responded and whispered, "The Duke requested it."

Duke?

Carl understood.

Earl Jeff has a good father, who is one of the four current dukes of the kingdom and has the blood of God flowing in his veins.

However, unlike the grand dukes in the other world, the grand dukes in this world are accustomed to a life of luxury. Except for a few grand dukes in the Kingdom of Cologne, the grand dukes of other countries rarely have third-level forbidden knights.

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You know.

The Grand Duke was born as a legendary 'creature', and with a little effort, he could become a second-level holy knight.

"Weak in body and weak in spirit."

After a brief inspection, Carl nodded and said, "I almost understand."

"Then..." the priest began, "How does the Count plan to treat him?"

"The patient's condition is too strange. I need to go back and think about it carefully. I can't give you an answer for now." Carl said, "I will come back in a few days after I think it through."

"This..." The priest hesitated: "Okay then!"

…………

On the way back, Karl sat in the carriage, his eyes half-closed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"witchcraft……"

Only witchcraft, under the protection of divine magic, could torture a count into that state.

Fortunately, Count Jeff himself possessed the strength of a great knight and the divine arts cast by a priest, otherwise he would have died several years ago.

There must be an ulterior motive for casting witchcraft on a count with a ducal background.

“Oh…”

Bastin suddenly stopped the carriage and yelled at the person blocking the road ahead:

"What's wrong with you?"

"The roads are slippery after the snow, and you suddenly appear. What if I don't have time to stop the car and hit someone?"

"Okay." Karl said in the car: "Let someone in."

"Huh?" Bastin was startled, and saw that the man who blocked the road had already jumped onto the carriage and slid into the compartment.

The movements are extremely flexible.

"Lord Connie."

The person who entered the carriage took off his hat, revealing delicate and beautiful facial features. It turned out to be a beautiful woman. The person smiled with beautiful eyes and said, "I have heard of your name for a long time, but this is the first time I see you today. My name is Yura, Jeff's sister."

"Ms. Yura." Carl looked at the visitor. He didn't seem surprised by her sudden visit. He just looked at her and said:

"I never thought you were a legendary knight."

"For people like us, it's not that difficult to become a legend." Yura smiled, "Even if the bloodline is thin."

"People like my brother, who have not made any progress in strength since birth, are the outliers."

Carl nodded.

Yura also has the blood of the Grand Duke. Although he was not born as a legendary creature, he is not bad either. He only needs to practice hard to advance to the legendary level.

After all, their bloodlines have not broken through the realm limit.

"Miss Yura wants to ask me about Count Jeff?"

"yes."

Yura nodded, looking at him strangely, "I didn't expect that there was a formal wizard living in the royal city. Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Carl asked, "The one who cursed Count Jeff?"

He shook his head slightly. "I am a white wizard. I abide by the agreement between the gods and wizards. I will not attack ordinary people in this continent. Someone has obviously broken the rules."

"Count Connie." Yura frowned: "Maybe..."

"Did someone do this on purpose? Did you go to my brother's manor and see his wife? Was there no one to receive him? Even if you cured him, how much would you get in return?"

"Hmm..." Carl looked thoughtful: "So, it's you who wants to plunder Jeff's bloodline?"

Yura did not comment and said:

"Count Connie, there is a wizard association in the royal city. Are you interested in becoming the vice president of the association?"

(End of this chapter)