"who?"

"There's an assassin!"

Old Harry rushed out of the room in a panic and saw that Sibel's residence had become a ruin.

The acid mixed with highly toxic substances formed a torrent, raging in the courtyard like an out-of-control tornado.

Wherever it passed, houses collapsed and flowers and plants were crushed.

There seemed to be a human figure wrapped inside, but under the corrosion of the acid, the skin and flesh of the figure melted rapidly.

When it hit the ground, all that was left was a pile of broken bones.

"Miss!"

Old Harry leaped up, stepped on some raised ground, avoided the acid and jumped in front of Sibel.

"Senior sister."

Carl was faster.

After the acid landed, he appeared beside Xibel, held her up with his hand, and his expression changed immediately: "How are you?"

Something is wrong with Sibel!

Because he discovered the assassin in time, the noise of his attack woke up Xibel, allowing her to successfully kill the assassin.

But he was also injured by the sudden assassination.

"poison!"

Xibel's face was ashen and his body was cold. He raised his left arm tremblingly, revealing a shallow scratch on it.

Her eyes were filled with fear and her voice was trembling:

"Spiritual poison!"

The scar was less than three centimeters, just scratching the skin, and could not even be considered an injury, but the strange poison had already flowed throughout the body.

Xibel could feel his consciousness becoming blurred and his body becoming increasingly stiff.

As a pharmacist, she knew very well what poison she had been poisoned with and what the consequences would be.

Die! "No!"

Her lips trembled: "I don't want to die yet!"

Few people can remain indifferent in the face of death, at least Sibel can't do that, she is still very young.

"Senior sister."

Carl said calmly:

"Is there any way to detoxify?"

Detoxification?

Xibel's eyes lit up, and a strong vitality burst out of them. She grabbed Carl's sleeves tightly with both hands.

"tutor!"

"Teacher may have a solution!"

It was just a possibility. The poison of the spiral snail was too rare. She had only seen it in books, and it was very effective against wizard apprentices.

But even if there was only a slight chance, she was unwilling to let it go.

"Then go find a mentor."

Carl said, "Harry, I will take my sister to the Black Swamp to see the instructor first. You and the others will follow behind."

"This..." Old Harry hesitated for a moment, glanced at Xibel, and then nodded heavily: "Okay!"

With a look of annoyance on his face, he slapped himself hard on the face, each slap was solid.

"It's my fault for failing to guard the place. Damn old Harry!"

As a guard, he was undoubtedly dereliction of duty when an assassin sneaked into his master's room and assassinated him silently.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Carl said sternly, "Go prepare the best horse and the most stable carriage, and ask the Chad family for some ice."

Cooling the body, or even freezing it, can slow the spread of most toxins in the body.

The Xuanling Poison should be no exception.

"yes."

Old Harry moved quickly and soon had the carriage ready, with the compartment filled with ice.

The shivering Sibel curled up in the ice, his lips turning black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"drive!"

The night is dark.

Carl waved the reins and steered the carriage straight towards the Black Swamp.

…………

Three days later.

The Black Swamp is already looming.

This is a restricted area in the eyes of ordinary people.

Thick fog, invisible poisonous miasma, and a swamp that can easily trap you if you're not careful, leave no room for normal people to survive.

"Whoa!"

Carl pulled the reins lightly and got out of the bike.

Inside the carriage, Sibel's body had obviously stiffened, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Because she had stayed in the ice for a long time, her skin had large areas of frostbite and her long hair was covered with white frost.

It's like an exquisite ice sculpture that will shatter with the slightest touch.

The once vibrant vitality is long gone, and the fire of life is so weak that it can be easily extinguished by a breeze.

"Senior sister."

Karl lifted the car curtain and said:

"The Black Swamp can't be entered by carriage. We have to go in on horseback, and we may even have to walk some distance."

"..." Xibeier opened his eyes with great effort, his lips trembling: "Okay."

Her voice was so faint that if Karl hadn't had good hearing, he wouldn't have even heard her speak.

die,

Getting closer and closer to her.

The god of death may have already come to her side, waiting for the last ray of life to be exhausted so that he can swing his scythe to reap the souls of the dead.

Carl chose the stronger of the two horses pulling the cart, picked up Sibel and jumped onto its back.

"drive!"

The horses stamped their hooves and rushed into the thick fog.

Black Marsh is a vast swamp with a few isolated solid islands scattered throughout.

The Swamp Alliance's headquarters is on the largest "isolated island".

In order to form an alliance, the gray-robed wizard Addison sent invitations to wizards from all over the Kingdom of Gondor.

So it's easy to enter the base.

But, one piece of news shocked Carl on the spot.

"Our mentor is dead?"

"yes."

The person in charge of receiving Carl was the senior wizard apprentice Arthur, who was said to have a good relationship with Adolf.

The two are old friends.

"Adolf made great contributions to the alliance's expansion of the Black Swamp and exchanged a portion of Green Potion from the Gray Robe Wizard."

Arthur explained, "After obtaining the Green Potion, Adolf chose to retreat and break through without notifying anyone."

"pity……"

He sighed, "The breakthrough failed, and he himself was attacked by the energy of the astral realm, causing his head to explode and not even a fragment of his soul was left."

"..." Karl opened his mouth: "When did it happen?"

"It seems to be almost two months." Arthur looked up and silently calculated the time: "Two months for sure!"

"Didn't anyone inform you?"

"No." Carl's face was gloomy: "No one has ever said anything about this."

The timing was wrong! Tim had sent a message to Sibel more than a month ago, but he didn't mention Adolf's death at all.

How could the other party forget such an important thing? "Carl!" As he spoke, Tim, dressed in a wizard's robe, hurried over, with beads of sweat on his forehead:

"When did you come? Why didn't you send me a message in advance?"

"Just arrived." Karl frowned and asked, "Why didn't you inform us about the death of our mentor?"

"Teacher?" Tim raised his eyebrows and did not answer the question. Instead, he corrected him sternly , "Karl, there is something wrong with your address. The mentor has met you no more than three times and has not officially accepted you as a disciple."

"You can only call me teacher!"

"Ahem..." At this time, Arthur coughed twice and interrupted:

"According to the custom among wizards, if a wizard does not make a will in advance, after his death, his estate will be divided among his apprentices. They must be formal apprentices. Apprentices who have merely followed and studied with him do not count."

In the wizarding world, the relationship between master and apprentice far outweighs that between blood relatives.

After all, apprentices will inherit the wizarding path of their predecessors, while ordinary people possessing wizarding knowledge will only bring disaster.

In a formal master-disciple relationship, the title is not teacher but mentor.

If Karl called Adolf "teacher", it would mean that he was not eligible to inherit the estate.

"teacher?"

Carl seemed to have guessed something, but he failed to grasp the fleeting inspiration, and said subconsciously: "The mentor has accepted me as his disciple. There is a letter to prove this. Tim, you must know it."

"I really don't know." Tim snorted coldly, "It's not difficult to forge a letter, and the instructor has passed away. If you say he wrote it, then it must be written by him?"

Adolf died two months ago! Tim sent a message to Mutan City to pick him up!

Encounter an assassin in Mutan City!

apprentice!

In an instant, everything was connected into one line, and all the doubts and puzzles were explained.

"..." Karl looked at the other party directly and suddenly said: "So it was you who hired the assassin. You wanted to kill us and take possession of the mentor's legacy alone!"

"What did you say?" Tim's eyes changed slightly, a flash of panic flashed across his expression, and then he denied it angrily: "I don't even know what an assassin is?"

"I don't know?" Carl stepped forward and looked directly at the other person:

"You deliberately didn't tell us about our mentor's death, but instead asked us to go to Mutan City to pick up the younger generation from our mentor's family."

"Coincidentally, we encountered an assassin's attack there, and my senior sister and I...were almost killed!"

When he thought of the situation at that time, a surge of anger rose in his heart, and Carl clenched his fists.

He had never been so close to death! "What do you want to do?"

Tim took a step back, a witchy aura emanating from his body:

"Going to Mutan City to pick someone up was originally arranged by the mentor. As for not telling you that the mentor had passed away, it was only because I had a lot of things to do. It won't be too late to tell you after Xibel arrives."

"If I tell you on the way, it will only make my junior sister and mistress sad."

"Bullshit!" Carl stepped forward and said, "You just want to take all the mentor's legacy for yourself, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence that an assassin would kill us?"

"pity……"

"You didn't think about the assassination attempt failing. My senior sister and I came to Black Swamp."

"Nonsense!" Tim was furious. "Your assassination has nothing to do with me. Who knows if you have offended anyone outside?"

"besides……"

"You are not the mentor's disciple at all!"

"No?" Carl said:

"I have the teacher's letter as evidence, and I have my senior sister as evidence."

"Letters can be forged, but as for Sibel..." Tim looked at Sibel lying on the ground with a sneer on his face:

"You asked her to get up and talk?"

Xibel was lying on the side, his consciousness was blurred, his breath was weak, and now he couldn't speak at all.

Even if you manage to say a word or two, the other party can deny it by saying that you can't speak clearly.

"Senior Arthur." Carl tilted his head and asked:

"My senior sister has been poisoned. I wonder if the Swamp Alliance can cure it?"

"This girl practiced the zero-ring magic of poison immunity, but she was still poisoned." Arthur sighed, "This poison is not easy to cure."

"It's the secretion of the spiral snail." There were not only them but also some spectators in the scene.

One of them wore a pointed wizard hat and held a long magic wand. He squinted and said, "The whirling snail is a special magical creature. I heard that the Shadow Hand specially bred several of them."

"Oh!" Arthur nodded: "Joyce, you are very knowledgeable."

"Old sir." Karl stepped forward and asked:

"Can you solve it?"

"There's a chance to solve it." Joyce nodded slowly:

"The blood of the dead crow can neutralize this toxin. The Swamp Alliance can also buy this material."

"only……"

"It will take forty or fifty magic stones!"

The Death Crow is also a magical creature, and its number is rare. Killing it and getting its blood will definitely not be cheap.

"Forty or fifty magic stones?" Carl's face changed slightly. All the things he had on him might not be that valuable when added together.

Hmm...

The 'Guna' armor is worth a lot of magic stones, but it is something he uses to save his life and there is no way he can sell it.

"Senior sister is the mentor's disciple. She is eligible to inherit the mentor's legacy. As long as she inherits the legacy, buying the materials will not be a problem."

"Senior Arthur."

Karl said, "I want a share of the inheritance. I will use the inheritance that my senior sister should get to buy the antidote. When she wakes up, she will prove for me that I am the mentor's disciple. Then all the problems will be solved."

"No!" Tim stopped Arthur before he could speak: "The mentor's estate has not been counted yet. I still have some finishing work to do. It can only be divided after seven days."

Seven days?

Given Sibel's current condition, it's unknown whether he can survive seven hours, let alone seven days.

“Tim!”

Carl looked gloomy:

"You still dare to say that you have nothing to do with the assassination?"

"You clearly knew that Senior Sister couldn't hold out for seven days, but you just wanted her to die so that you could monopolize the mentor's legacy."

"Nonsense!" Tim raised his head, his expression unchanged:

The two quarreled so fiercely that it attracted a lot of onlookers, and there was inevitably a lot of discussion in the scene.

In fact, everyone knows it very well.

There is something wrong with Tim! But the key is that there is no evidence, and as he said, no one can say he is wrong if he follows the rules.

The person now eligible to divide Adolf's estate is in a coma, and the other's eligibility is in question.

The situation is almost unsolvable!

Looking at Carl's livid face, Tim showed a smug smile and slowly straightened his body.

What if the assassination failed? As long as he could outlast Xibel, the inheritance would still be his.

As for Carl...

An apprentice who has only been in contact with the wizarding world for more than a year will have plenty of ways to deal with it in the future.

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"Everyone!"

Carl took a deep breath and looked around: "Who is willing to donate forty or fifty magic stones to buy an antidote for my senior sister? When she recovers and inherits the estate, I will definitely pay her back double!"

Tim's face changed.

"Heh..." Someone in the field chuckled, "Forty or fifty magic stones. What if she doesn't want to return them after she wakes up? Can you make the decision for her?"

"good!"

"yes!"

“…”

The double return of profit is big enough, but you also have to be sure of it.

Most people in the wizarding world are cold-hearted, and no one is willing to bring trouble upon themselves.

Just like now.

They knew very well that there was something wrong with Tim, but no one was willing to step forward and they all just stood by and watched the show.

"rest assured!"

Karl said in a deep voice: "Senior sister is not that kind of person, and when she wakes up, she will prove that I am also a disciple of Master Adolf and am equally qualified to share the inheritance."

"If she doesn't return it, I will!"

"I can sign a document and use my share of the inheritance as collateral to ensure your income."

"It's not that simple." At this time, a lazy voice sounded, and Anslot, dressed in a white robe, walked slowly out of the crowd.

He nodded to Tim before saying, "The blood of the dead crow can indeed neutralize the secretions of the spiral snail, but it depends on the situation."

"If you've just been poisoned, it's easy to fix."

"But this intermediate wizard apprentice has been poisoned for three days. The poison has penetrated deep into his body. Even the blood of the dead crow may not be effective."

"Everyone..."

He looked around and said, "If you are willing to give up your magic stones, you may lose everything and not get the so-called reward."

After these words were spoken, those who were originally interested in doing so could not help but retreat, shaking their heads and retracting their plans.

Forty or fifty magic stones, this is the amount most intermediate wizard apprentices accumulate in their lifetime.

Who dares to take the risk?

And it will offend people.

Carl looked gloomy:

"Who are you?"

"Anslot." Anslot placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly:

"Disciple of wizard Maiya."

Maia?

One of the three official wizards in the alliance!

"Carl." Seeing no one answering, Tim showed a smug smile on his face:

"You seem to have forgotten who brought you into the wizarding world. Is this how you repay me?"

His voice sank. "You haven't even completed a zero-ring spell, and now you're questioning a mid-level wizard apprentice."

"You still want to divide up something that doesn't belong to you!"

"You're so big..."

“Swish!”

Before he finished speaking, a streak of light shot towards him quickly.

Arcane Missiles!

Tim's eyes narrowed, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air, wrapping up the arcane missile and rapidly dissolving it.

"Who said I don't know zero-ring witchcraft?"

Carl's face was grim, and his anger was revealed uncontrollably: "Tim!"

"You are such a despicable villain, you hired someone to assassinate me and my senior sister, both of whom are heirs to our mentor's legacy."

"I……"

"I'll fight you!"

Seeing that there was no hope of saving Sibel and that the criminals who hired murderers could go unpunished, Carl grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and rushed forward.

"What do you want to do?" Tim raised his eyebrows: "This is the camp of the Swamp Alliance, not your home."

"stop!"

“Stop!”

“…”

Arthur and other wizard apprentices tried to stop him. Various witchcraft halos lit up, causing Carl to pause.

“Tim!”

He roared in anger and threw his right glove away, seemingly losing his mind:

"In the name of nobility, I want to challenge you to a duel. If I lose, I will take Xibel away and never appear in front of you again."

"If you lose..."

"Just restore your status as my mentor's disciple, and give me your share of the inheritance as well."

“Tim!”

Carl glared at the other party:

"You are a despicable, shameless, sinister, vicious villain. Do you dare to challenge me to a duel?"

"..." Tim's face was gloomy. He was a respected wizard apprentice. When had he ever been insulted like this?

And he insulted her repeatedly! With anger rising, he couldn't help but sneer: "Karl."

"As you wish!"

"I will personally twist off your head in a duel, just like I personally led you into the door of the wizarding world!"

Anslot on the side frowned subconsciously.

In his opinion, Tim was obviously a little impulsive, and there was no need to pay attention to the other party's provocation now.

As long as he waits for Sibel to die, Adolf's inheritance will fall into his hands.

duel,

Adding to the unexpected event.

but……

It doesn’t matter!

A junior wizard apprentice who only masters one zero-ring witchcraft cannot be a match for Tim.

* * * A duel between wizards is already extremely rare, not to mention that Adolf's legacy is involved.

News of the Carl-Tim showdown spread quickly throughout the Swamp League.

Not long.

The duel arena was surrounded by spectators.

"Tim, you have to be careful." Anslot whispered, "I asked a friend to observe the man named Carl. He is actually a knight, but he has used some means to hide his life breath."

"oh!"

Tim raised his eyebrows:

"Yeah?"

"I never thought that in just over a year, he not only mastered witchcraft, but also kept up his knight training."

When the two first met, the other was just an inconspicuous knight's squire.

"Um."

Anslot nodded:

"He probably thought that you didn't know that he had become a knight, so he challenged you to a duel."

"A knight who attacks suddenly at close range does have a chance to defeat a mid-level wizard apprentice."

The wizard apprentice's strength lies in the mysterious witchcraft rather than the physical body.

When faced with a sudden attack, you might be hit in the vitals before you are ready to use your magic.

Like an assassin!

Just like Sibel! "Ha..." Tim sneered: "The beautiful dream will eventually wake up. Since I have agreed to the duel, I will not be careless and let him succeed."

"knight?"

"I'll make him understand the consequences of angering me!"

…………

Karl found a soft chair, held Sibel in his arms and let her lie on it. When he was about to leave, his sleeves suddenly tightened.

"Senior sister."

He turned around and looked at her in surprise: "You're awake."

"Karl..." Sibel's voice was weak and powerless, and his cloudy eyes were filled with endless pain.

"Walk!"

"Don't... compare..."

Although she was poisoned, she did not completely lose consciousness and was still aware of the situation outside.

I even heard the quarrel between Carl and Tim with my own ears.

“I can’t do it anymore…”

Xibel opened his mouth with difficulty: "You go!"

“Go!”

During the past three days, she had been suffering from the pain brought by the poison, which was a life worse than death.

He came to Black Swamp with full of hope, but heard the news of his mentor's death and was even more devastated by Tim's betrayal. Now he is filled with despair.

Compared with Tim's murder, Carl's loyalty is even more rare, and I can't help but be grateful to him.

Now the other party actually wants to duel with Tim for his own sake, which makes Sibel even more excited.

She didn't want Carl to die because of her.

In Sibel's opinion, Carl had no chance of winning at all, and the so-called duel was nothing but a way to seek death.

"Sister, take a good rest and don't think about anything."

Karl held the other person's hand and said slowly:

"I will bring you the antidote."

"Go to sleep!"

He had finally managed to persuade the other party to agree to a duel, and the stakes were related to Adolf's inheritance, so how could he give up halfway? He straightened his back, untied the sword from his waist, and stepped into the duel arena that was temporarily built with witchcraft.

The area is more than 200 square meters, with both sides standing on each side, more than ten meters apart.

"bring it on!"

Looking at Carl, Tim sneered, the staff in his hand glowed with light, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air.

Duels between knights were usually used to defend insulted honor and followed certain rules.

However, the two of them obviously did not intend to pay attention to those so-called rules.

Take action now!

"Bang!"

The ground shook.

Carl turned into a shadow and pounced towards the opposite side.

Combat Skill - Eagle Attack! Combat Skill - Fierce Wind Slash!

More than ten afterimages instantly spread across the area, like layers of sword curtains, falling from the sky and slashing towards Tim fiercely.

"knight?"

Tim raised his eyebrows:

"You really have become a knight!"

"but……"

"What else can I do?"

Zero Ring Witchcraft - Green Wave Guardian! The water spun rapidly, and in an instant it turned into a huge water ball, wrapping Tim tightly inside.

"Bang!"

The sword shadow fell on the water ball, immediately creating ripples.

The water is rippling.

The figure inside was unharmed.

His vision was covered by the sword shadow, and he could not see anything, but Tim's face was calm, not nervous at all, and he said:

"Among the natural school and elemental wizards, the water school has the strongest defense. Unless you are a great knight, you can't break through the defense of the blue wave guardian."

"you……"

"Why do you win against me?"

Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly tightened.

"Tim, be careful!"

Hearing the exclamation of his good friend Anslot from the audience, Tim looked up subconsciously and saw a huge hammer appearing out of thin air.

Hammer of the Titans!

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