Just as Charlene said, within a few days, news came that the front-line troops had collapsed.

Some people even discovered that the real nobles and upper class people in the royal city had fled the city at some point.

For a while.

There was chaos in the city.

"count."

Steward Terry said in a low voice: "Several people from the manor did not come to work today. I asked people who are familiar with them, and they probably won't come again in the future."

The team leaving the royal city now stretches for more than ten miles, and no one would choose to stay if there is a way out.

The same was true for the hired hands on the estate.

"Um."

Karl nodded and sat down. He took a sip of the drink and said slowly, "The situation has been unstable recently. Anyone who wants to leave can leave at any time. Don't forget to pay them."

“Hmm…”

"Are you planning on leaving?"

"You are joking, Count." Terry shook his head. "It is safer to stay with you than to leave. Besides, the Kingdom of Cologne has always been in the habit of treating nobles well."

"You'd better hope so." Carl smiled:

"There are quite a few empty rooms in the manor. Those who haven't left can stay there temporarily without having to travel back and forth."

The city is not safe now. It is said that the city guards are forcibly capturing young and strong men to fill the army.

And some people took advantage of the situation to rob others.

Staying in the manor also ensures safety.

"yes."

Terry should be:

"The Earl is kind to others. He will surely be blessed by God and be spared from the disasters of war."

“Heh…” Karl chuckled, picked up a cake and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a while, he said slowly: “Who made this cake?”

"A new cook who is proficient in making all kinds of desserts." Terry explained:

"This dessert is called osmanthus cake. It is made of oil, flour, osmanthus, and milk. It is a specialty of the Sak Kingdom."

"Yes." Carl nodded: "Call her over."

"yes."

Terry should be.

Not long.

A woman in her thirties, wearing a gray cotton coat, walked into the restaurant in small steps and knelt on the ground.

"Farmer...Farmer woman, I greet the Earl!"

"Look up."

The woman raised her head tremblingly, revealing smooth skin and beautiful facial features that were completely different from those of a hard-working person.

Karl's eyes were deep, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"Reply to the Count." The woman whispered back: "Peasant woman Patricia."

"From the Kingdom of Sark?"

"yes."

"The dessert is well made." Karl picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, examined it briefly, and sighed: "It would be even better if there was no curse."

?

The woman suddenly looked up, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and then her aura changed.

Before this, the woman was just a peasant woman who had never seen the world. The only special thing about her was that she looked good.

Now.

There was an aloof and arrogant aura about her that could not be concealed even by simple clothes.

"Since he knows about the curse, it seems that he is a mortal who has been in contact with the wizarding world." Looking at Carl, the woman said coldly:

"What a pity! You've already eaten it!"

"Who are you?" Terry's face changed drastically, and he shouted out hurriedly:

"Someone come!"

"Someone come quickly!"

“Forget it.” Carl waved his hand: “It’s useless to call someone over. There’s no need to waste energy on this.”

"That's right." The woman sneered, "I am an apprentice wizard, and I possess power that mortals cannot. If you obey me and give me your wealth, you may be able to save your lives."

"Heh..." Carl chuckled and shook his head: "So it's for my wealth?"

"What do you mean?" The woman's eyes flickered, and a golden needle appeared in her hand. "Do you think you can threaten me just by knowing a few people from the wizard organization?"

"No." Carl sighed. "If you have been in contact with the local wizard organization, you should know who the owner of this manor is."

?

The woman was stunned, then as if she had guessed something, she threw the golden needle in her hand forward and turned to run away.

"Bang!"

An invisible force descended from the sky, crushing her legs and causing her to kneel heavily on the ground.

As for the golden needle thrown at Carl, it was burned into golden liquid by a flame before it even touched his clothes.

"ah!"

Screams were heard.

"Dark wizard..." Carl's face was cold: "You actually robbed me, what a fool."

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“Mercy! Mercy!” The woman was terrified and kowtowed desperately towards the hard rock ground. “My Lord, please spare me. I never thought that you are actually a noble wizard.”

"If I were not a wizard, but an ordinary person, I would have been cursed and my life and death would not be in my own hands." Carl said in a cold voice: "Since you have done this, you must bear the consequences."

“No!” Feeling the chilling murderous intent coming towards her, the peasant woman trembled and shouted hastily: “If you kill me, my mentor will not let you go!”

"Your mentor?" Carl raised his eyebrows and gently stretched out his hand, and the staff on the peasant woman floated into his hand:

"Let me see where he is."

Gently stroking the staff and following the breath on it, wisps of flames gradually appeared in the field and merged into a door.

Three-ring wizard - Gate of Fire! Carl stretched out his hand to the door, and with a light click of his five fingers, he pulled a figure over from more than ten miles away.

"Patrick!"

The person who was captured was a middle-aged man with an unprepossessing appearance. He arrived at the manor in a flash.

He first looked at the woman in the field and subconsciously asked, "What happened?"

The woman was already stunned.

Space witchcraft!

This... this is a spell that can only be performed by a three-ring wizard. The one in front of her is a three-ring wizard? Despair rose in her heart, her body softened, and she collapsed to the ground.

"It seems that they are not master and apprentice, but husband and wife."

Carl's voice was cold:

"It just so happens that the consciousness separation technique in the lich technique is short of materials, so you can be the test subjects!"

* * * Somewhere in the void.

Holding the scepter in his hand, Alf August walked slowly to a stone staircase and looked upwards.

At the end of his sight, there was a dark, deep, all-devouring black 'sphere'.

On this sphere, he could feel a feeling similar to that of meeting a god in the past.

Supreme will!

This sphere represents the authority of the Green family.

"Respected elder."

Alf, who has the blood of a demigod, knelt on one knee respectfully on the stone steps:

"I crave your help."

Something in the void seemed to tremble slightly, and then a huge sound resounded through the nothingness and echoed in his ears.

"The ancient covenant still exists and cannot be violated."

"Elder." Alf looked up:

"I want to trade!"

"An enemy of the Green family is in the Eastern Kingdom Continent. I can send him to you in exchange for the August family's going to the Kalim Continent."

"..." The voice hesitated: "Karl?"

Over the countless years, the Green family had countless enemies, but only a few could be remembered by 'it'.

Fortunately, most of the enemies are in the Karim continent, and there are not many in the Eastern Kingdom continent.

"Yes." Alf nodded:

"Karl Bergman, he seems to have become a third-level forbidden knight, and his wizard training is not bad either."

"Forbidden Knight?" The voice was full of ripples: "Yes!"

The Green family may not care about Carl, but the secret contained in such a rapid improvement in cultivation in such a short period of time is worth the price.

(End of this chapter)