As the words fell, figures walked out from behind the wall and the corners of the alley, each holding a weapon and with a bad look on their faces, and surrounded Carl in the middle.

Including the stall owner, there are six people in total.

"I didn't expect that Aya could actually find help?"

The man who was speaking was shirtless, revealing his muscular body, and he was dragging the machete diagonally across the ground.

As he walked closer, the sharp blade left a shallow mark on the frozen soil.

There was also an invisible pressure coming down.

This person should be the leader of these people.

"helper?"

Carl frowned when he heard this:

"It seems there is some misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstanding?" The stall owner sneered, "Since we are out of the market, how can there be any misunderstanding?"

"Even if it's not that girl's helper, we brothers can't work in vain, so hand over the things on you!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and grabbed Karl.

He was thin but not slow. He was still in the crowd when he spoke, and he was in front of Karl when he finished the last word.

Moreover, he used skillful force in this grab, and there was a cold glow on his five fingers, which turned out to be sharp finger gloves.

If it grabs onto your body, it would probably be able to easily tear off a piece of flesh.

In the Black City, it is not easy to survive, and looting and killing are commonplace for them.

Humph! Karl snorted coldly.

He is no longer the ordinary person with no background. Even when surrounded by several people, he remains calm.

Facing the incoming claws, he flipped his palms slightly, avoided the finger sleeves and slapped out.

"Bang!"

The palms and claws intersect.

The stall owner felt a huge force coming up his arm, and his body instantly became unstable. His expression changed: "Knight Sergeant..."

“Woo!”

The whistling sound of the broadsword interrupted his shouting, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and flew backwards.

“Bold!”

"Kill him!"

"Let's go together!"

The moment the blow came into contact, the stall owner was knocked flying, and the others didn't even have time to react.

Amid roars, several people rushed over together.

Carl raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Light! Instant.

The blinding light illuminated the entire place.

For those who live in darkness all year round, light is their nemesis.

Especially since they were staring at Carl’s movements, there was no way to avoid them. Several of them lost their vision in an instant, with panic expressions on their faces.

not good!

The leader's heart was pounding, but he advanced instead of retreating.

"ah!"

He roared, and relying on his previous memory, he rushed towards Carl's direction, swinging the machete wildly.

The machete tore through the air and the blade trembled rapidly, which was actually a combat skill.

“Squeak…”

It was like cutting into thick mucus. Invisible resistance appeared out of nowhere, which also startled the leader.

What is this? Zero-ring magic—secondary magic force field! Carl cast two spells in succession, and before the others could react, the broadsword flashed.

"puff!"

“Puff!”

In the blink of an eye, two people fell to the ground.

However, the leader's machete was also close at hand, so he had to swing his sword to intercept it, with the blade across his body.

"when……"

What a great strength! This leader's strength is probably even stronger than the red-haired man before, but his martial arts skills are relatively sparse.

Angry attack!

Plow pose!

Fool style!

Carl wielded his broadsword and used the Fierce Wind Sword Technique to slash at the enemy in succession. The sound of metal colliding was as fast as a rainstorm.

"ah!"

The leader roared to the sky, bursting out with tremendous strength, breaking the attack, and his vision gradually became clear.

As long as you can see it!

As long as the sight is restored!

Own……

“Swish!”

Several afterimages appeared out of thin air.

Combat skill——Fierce Wind Slash!

Under the influence of the secondary magic field, Carl's outburst at this time is comparable to that of a top-level knight squire.

"puff!"

The sword's shadow passed across the leader's waist, abdomen, and thighs, leaving cracks deep enough to see the bones and causing the opponent to lose balance.

One wrong step leads to all wrong.

Carl, wielding a broadsword, chased closely, sword shadows falling like rain, and the leader couldn't help but show despair on his face.

Even if he had regained his sight at this point, he couldn't change anything.

"ah!"

With a scream, the leader's sturdy body fell to the ground.

Karl turned around and was about to chase the remaining two people, but his eyebrows raised slightly and then he stopped.

Just as the two men were about to escape, more than ten arrows suddenly shot out from the darkness, shooting the two defenseless men into sieves.

"Uncle!"

Xiaonan jumped out holding a powerful crossbow and waved excitedly at Carl:

"We are here too."

One after another, figures walked out of the darkness. Aya, with a look of surprise on her face, was among them, and behind her was an old man.

Looking at Karl, the old man paused with his cane in his hand and said, "Karl, the distinguished friend that Aya mentioned, we finally meet."

Black City , ​

What is most lacking is unoccupied houses.

After sweeping away the dust, everyone found a seat in the hall.

Aya extended her hand and called the old man: "Uncle Karl, this is Grandpa Lev. Xiaonan and I are grateful for your care over the years, otherwise we would have died long ago."

"this……"

She looked at the woman behind the old man and said:

"It's Sister Eve, the helper I specially invited."

Carl nodded.

Aya brought a lot of people this time, but almost all of them were ordinary people, and only Eve had certain strength.

to be honest.

If it weren't for him, it would be hard to say whether the people brought by Aya could eventually repel the opponent.

"Eve Dorn."

Eve looked at Carl with a vigilant look in her eyes: "Nice to meet you, sir."

"Me too." Karl smiled and looked at Aya again:

"I didn't expect you could find so many people to help."

Before she knew it, Aya had gathered so many people around her and had gained a certain amount of power. She was no longer the starving stall owner.

“They are all my old friends.” Aya replied, “They heard that my stall was robbed, so they all came to help.”

"To be honest, it's all thanks to uncle's stuff that we don't have to suffer so much in this cold winter month."

“Carl.”

Old Lev spoke slowly, "Aya is a girl, and it's easy for her to be bullied. Just like this time, someone took a fancy to the stall at the market and tried to force her to buy. If you hadn't intervened, who knows what the final result would have been."

“Hmm…”

"If you need anything, please let us know. We will do whatever we can."

"You're welcome."

As he spoke, Old Lev stood up and bowed tremblingly towards Karl. His attitude was respectful and even flattering. The eyes of the others flickered, but no one stopped him.

They know very well.

Aya’s current status and everyone’s ability to have enough food and clothing are actually all due to Carl providing the goods behind the scenes.

Moreover, after seeing Carl's strength today, they are even more in awe. If they can get close to him, their future will be more hopeful.

The reason they got together was not because old Lev was highly respected, nor because Aya had a unique personal charm, but because of Karl.

"You are too polite, old sir."

Carl shook his head:

"I just happened to meet you. It's nothing. You are quite old. Come on, sit down and talk."

He didn't promise anything.

The Black City is big, but Aya is too weak.

Looking around the field, the old, weak, sick and disabled people are simply unable to provide him with sufficient help and will only be a burden. Trading is possible, but it is best not to tie them together.

Old Lev obviously understood this, his expression changed, and he immediately said, "I heard from Aya that you are collecting breathing techniques?"

"Not bad." Carl's eyes lit up: "Do you know a breathing method?"

"Yes, I do, but... my breathing method cannot be passed on to others." Old Lev looked embarrassed. "But I do have a martial art that I can teach you."

Martial arts?

Carl frowned.

Of course he was interested in martial arts, but to be honest, not that much.

Especially after coming into contact with the wizarding world, even breathing techniques became less important, and martial arts were even more dispensable.

Seeing Karl's expression change, Old Lev gritted his teeth and said, "In addition to martial arts, I also have some knowledge of magic signs."

Dharma seal!

Carl's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)