A few days later.

Swamp Alliance.

Carl and Xibel came to a three-story tavern in the alliance headquarters one after another.

Xibel's face was excited, and he said:

"Modili and Omar have second-level wizard talents. They are already intermediate wizard apprentices at a young age. In less than two years, they will become advanced wizard apprentices. They may even become wizards in the future."

She looked sideways and said, "If we can establish a good relationship with them, it will be beneficial in the future."

"Yeah." Carl nodded: "Will Lawson and Hetty come too?"

"Yes." Xibeier pulled him into the restaurant and said, "There are a few friends here. Don't be so reserved. This is just a private gathering of young people."

The Leopard Head Tavern is owned by a high-level wizard apprentice. The recipe of the liquor sold there is said to come from the legendary dwarves and has a certain effect of increasing mental strength.

certainly,

The price is definitely not cheap.

Unlike the taverns in Signo City, the atmosphere here is quieter and the environment is more elegant.

There are exquisite murals hanging on the walls. The wooden tables, chairs and counters emit a warm luster under the dim light. The faint aroma of wine and wood wafts into the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The guests took off their hats, loosened their robes, and talked in low voices or drank from their glasses without disturbing each other.

There’s even a bard in the corner, gently playing a harp, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

The two went straight up to the third floor and came to a private room.

There were already quite a few guests in the box, and a man and a woman were sitting in the main seats. They were the Modili and Oma mentioned by Sibel.

Two intermediate wizard apprentices with second-level wizard talent.

Modi's mentor is an official wizard and one of the four founders of the Swamp Alliance.

He has three-dimensional facial features and a dignified appearance. He wears simple casual clothes, but his noble aura cannot be concealed.

Omar has a gentler temperament, always has a faint smile on his face, and his voice is calm and easy-going.

Her mentor was just a mid-level wizard apprentice, who was lucky enough to have such a talented disciple.

Today, the disciple's strength has surpassed that of his mentor.

"Sibel."

Omar smiled and waved:

"Come and sit down, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Omar." Xibel extended his hand and waved, "This is my junior fellow apprentice Carl. You should have heard of his name. Carl, this is Omar, and this is Modili..."

"Of course I've heard of it." Omar smiled. "A junior wizard apprentice defeated a mid-level wizard apprentice in a duel. This news spread throughout the Swamp Alliance."

"Sibel..."

"For you, Karl is willing to duel with others without fear of life-threatening danger. It's really enviable."

The others nodded and cast curious glances at Karl.

"Not bad." Xibel laughed dryly:

"fine."

Most people who have heard this story think that the relationship between her and Karl is more than just that of a senior sister and a junior brother.

They should be a loving couple.

No wonder others think so. After being rescued, Sibel herself also thinks that Carl has a good impression of her.

But...

'Some people are just dumb!'

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Karl.

"Hello, Miss Oma, apprentice of the wizard Modiri, nice to meet you." Carl saluted the two of them.

He didn't expect that Xibel had already met so many people shortly after coming to the Swamp Alliance.

The relationship is pretty good.

But he didn't know that he had his reasons for this. After all, they were celebrities to some extent.

Some people were curious, so naturally some were willing to get in touch, but Carl was too much of a homebody to know about it.

"Carl, sit down."

Compared to Omar's enthusiasm, Modili's performance was more casual, with a subtle attitude of a superior.

There is no deliberate alienation, but it also makes it difficult for people to get close to them.

"Come!"

“Try the strong liquor here.”

Modili picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the name of the Leopard Head Tavern actually comes from a legendary dwarf."

"pity!"

"A long, long time ago, because the dwarves were unwilling to change their beliefs, they were driven away from this land by the gods, and many things related to them disappeared."

"Dwarves?" Someone asked curiously, "Are there really dwarves?"

"Of course!" Modili nodded:

"Not only dwarves, but also giants, elves, and even vampires. But that's all in the past. Even if there are still some remaining alien races left on this continent, they are hiding in places where there is no sunlight."

"These things are recorded in certain books that record ancient events."

"I'm afraid we are not qualified to see the books you can see." Someone smiled and raised his glass:

"But I am already very satisfied to be able to drink the strong liquor here and hear stories from long ago."

"Thank you also to the wizard apprentice Modiri."

"We are all of similar age, so we should communicate with each other." Modi Li smiled cheerfully: "Let's get together more often in the future..."

Carl found a seat and sat down, listening attentively, occasionally picking up the wine glass and taking a sip or two.

He was self-aware and knew that the protagonists of today's party were Motili and Omar.

The others are supporting roles.

People like Sibel and Lawson who have the potential to become senior wizard apprentices can still say a few words.

People like him and Hetty are just supporting roles.

Or just echo a few words like everyone else, make yourself familiar to the protagonist for future consideration.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a little famous because of his previous deeds, perhaps Modili would not even remember his name.

Hmm? This pastry tastes good.

Carl lowered his eyes and picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. It is indeed true. Today seems to be a party, but in fact, Modi Li is trying to build connections for himself and his mentor."

"The Swamp Alliance has just been established and there are no distinct factions yet. Could it be that Modili wants to start one?"

'No!'

"I'm afraid there are already factions. Even if I haven't seen the people who came today, I've heard of them. So, has Xibel already joined the lineage of Master Modi Li?"

"Um?"

As his thoughts turned, Karl's eyes moved slightly, and he saw an unexpected acquaintance in the corner.

Bunyan the salesman!

He came to this party even though he had no wizarding talent.

Bunian sat next to a female wizard apprentice, serving her food and drinks attentively.

The two people behaved very intimately, their bodies almost touching, and they lowered their heads from time to time and whispered something.

"You know Bunyan."

A man next to him, who looked decadent, looked over his shoulder:

"My name is Bach, a mid-level wizard apprentice with no future."

"Karl." Karl raised his glass to signal, "Are you Bach, the blood wizard who helps people transform their bodies?"

"Yes." Bach nodded. "Did you hear this from Bunian as well?"

"That's right." Carl smiled.

The reason why he sat here was not a random choice, but precisely because of Bach beside him.

"Come to think of it, when I was in Signor City, I met a wizard apprentice who also took the path of a bloodline wizard."

Karl whispered, "Unfortunately, the Cologne army later stormed the city and he was killed."

"Really?" Bach paused: "The wizard's legacy..."

"Signo has fallen, and his legacy should be in the hands of the people of Cologne." Carl said, and seeing the regret on the other side's face, he added: "But I found a book called "Transfiguration Guide" during the war, which should be the book he left behind."

"Transfiguration guide?" Bach's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course." Carl said:

"Apprentice Bach, I am actually very interested in the path of a bloodline wizard."

"Hmm?" Bach raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickering.

He was not stupid, and of course he could tell that Carl mentioned it intentionally, but the book "Transfiguration Guide" was also very important to him.

"What do you want? Magic stones? If it's the complete version of the Transfiguration Manual, I'm willing to pay five magic stones for it."

"No, no!" Carl shook his head. "I said, I'm very interested in the path of a blood wizard. You can exchange it for the Gamp Transfiguration."

Gump,

A great bloodline wizard, his Five Laws of Gamp Transfiguration are universal guidelines for bloodline wizards.

You can't create something out of nothing!

The quantity cannot be changed!

Can't transmute magic items!

…………

Wizard Gamp made outstanding contributions to the promotion of the bloodline wizard path. Most of the bloodline wizard inheritance in the Kingdom of Gondor is related to him.

"You actually know the Gamp Transfiguration? It seems you know a lot about bloodline wizards."

Bach curled his lips and said:

"But unfortunately, the owner of this book is my mentor Jin. I cannot sell it to others without his permission."

"Like this..." Karl frowned and sighed:

“That’s a shame!”

"It doesn't matter. Even if I can't trade knowledge, I'm glad to know you, Bach's apprentice."

"It's not completely impossible..." Bach looked at Carl and lowered his voice, "When I was learning the magic of bloodline wizards, I habitually took notes. I can exchange my notes for the Transfiguration Guide in your hand."

"Notes?" Carl chuckled. "I wonder if your notes contain any content about Gamp's Transfiguration."

"Yes." Bach said:

"I will definitely not let you down. If you are worried, we can go to the Alliance to get a notarization."

Carl nodded slowly.

Bach obviously intended to trade in a roundabout way and could not trade books directly, but the content related to books in the notes did not count.

…………

night.

Carl held a thick stack of 'notes' and placed them on the desk.

“Profit!”

After just a cursory glance, he realized that he might have picked up a treasure and got a good deal this time.

Robert's bloodline wizard heritage is complete except for the key heart of stone.

There is even information on how to become an official wizard.

What to do.

On the contrary.

Bach's study notes seem disorganized and even intentionally conceal certain key information, but they are the most suitable for beginners.

The various descriptions here and there actually made Carl understand the path of bloodline wizards more deeply.

Many of the puzzles in the past now have answers.

"Transformation and change are actually two completely different approaches. I actually misunderstood them before."

"Match turns into a needle!"

With a match in hand, he performs a magic trick of transfiguration.

But when he shook the match in his hand lightly, it became sharp and pointed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it only lasted for a short time. As the mental power was withdrawn, the needle turned back into a match again.

"really!"

Carl sighed:

“True teaching can be conveyed in one sentence, but false teaching can be conveyed in thousands of books. Sometimes, no one can point out some problems, and you can’t figure them out no matter how hard you try.”

“Not a loss!”

“This deal is worth it!”

* * * With the help of potions, the practice of wizardry once again entered the fast lane, and his mental strength increased day by day.

but,

Perhaps it was because of Carl’s improved cultivation, or perhaps it was because the Light of Wisdom potion itself was special.

The effect of the potion purchased from the Swamp Alliance is obviously not as good as the Light of Wisdom.

But it is better than working hard to become a level 4 wizard with talent.

In less than a month, Carl successfully constructed the zero-ring witchcraft blue wave protection in his spiritual inner sea.

This witchcraft took up a lot of mental energy, and he even had to temporarily abandon the arcane missiles he had cultivated.

Fortunately, once the witchcraft is constructed, it is not difficult to rebuild it later.

This is a bit like the spell bar in the game. The lower the mental power, the fewer spell bars there are. If you want to change spells, you need to free up the spell bar.

Another world.

Free port.

Carl had a gloomy face as he followed the guidance of several people into a slum and finally came to a low courtyard.

There was a wooden board placed in the middle of the courtyard, on which lay a corpse covered with a white cloth.

“Woo… woo…”

Several women and children were kneeling beside the corpse, crying silently.

Karl took a step forward and lifted the white cloth.

Below is the dead Blackbeard Gray.

The corpse's face was swollen and its chest internal organs had been hollowed out by something, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh on the outside.

"My brother was killed by a water monkey."

One person cried: "Crazy water monkeys rushed onto the boat, and my brother had a fierce fight with them to protect the crew."

"at last……"

"My brother is dead! Died at the hands of the water monkey!"

"My condolences." Carl covered the woman with a white cloth, expressionless.

"Where's Charles?"

"He was seriously injured and needs to rest for a while. It's not convenient for him to come out." The man looked up: "My name is Gal, and I'm Gray's younger brother."

Compared to his brother Gray, Gal is thinner and his eyes flicker when he speaks, giving people an unreliable feeling.

Although he talked about his brother's death and his face showed pain, there was no sadness in his emotions.

He entered the courtyard, and the people who were kneeling on the ground crying did not stand up to greet him, making him seem more like an outsider.

"So..." Karl took a deep breath and said:

"Mission failed?"

"This..." Gar's eyes flickered, and he replied, "It can't be said to be a complete failure. In the end, Gray and his team still caught a water monkey and brought it back."

"One?" Carl frowned, then sighed:

"One is better than nothing. Bring it here."

"Don't worry." Gal rubbed his hands together, and the sadness of his family's death disappeared from his face, replaced by the cunningness of a businessman:

"Mr. Karl, how about we pay the agreed money first?"

"One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods." Carl waved his hand: "Where is the water monkey?"

"This..." Garl looked surprised, but still waved his hand and shouted at the group of people behind him:

"Bring that beast here!"

"yes."

A few people responded and quickly ran to the backyard. Soon they returned dragging a sleeping water monkey.

This water monkey is small and obviously not yet an adult. Its body is covered with bruises and it is extremely skinny.

Karl's face turned a little ugly, even though he had a good temper, he couldn't help but complain:

"Why are you so small?"

This situation...

Whether it can be used is another matter.

"It's just this big!" Garr said hurriedly, "People are tall and short, fat and thin, and the same goes for water monkeys. You didn't say that small ones are not okay."

“…” Karl was speechless.

Shaking his head, he took off a purse from his body and threw it over, then walked towards the water monkey.

Just as he bent down to pick up the water monkey.

"Wait a moment!"

Gar held the purse in his hand, looking puzzled: "Why is there only one thousand God's Grace coins? Wasn't it agreed to be three thousand?"

"Three thousand?" Carl turned around: "Three-headed water monkeys are three thousand."

"You agreed to bring three water monkeys to me within half a month. Now nearly a month has passed, and there is only one water monkey. My one thousand is already enough."

"That won't work!" Gal shook his head. "Three thousand is three thousand. My brother died because of this. How can there be only one thousand?"

He took a step forward and said, "I'll only pay one thousand God's Grace coins, but you can't take the water monkey away!"

Hmm? Carl's face darkened, and his body slowly straightened up, and the powerful aura of a peak knight began to surge.

"how?"

He looked at Garr and said in a cold voice: "Are you not convinced?"

It took a month instead of half a month as agreed, and the three heads became just one, and it was a baby water monkey.

In this situation, giving money is already a gesture of respect for the dead person, but the other party is still reluctant?

…

Gal's body froze and he stood still.

He didn't respond, but the group of people behind him started to make a fuss.

"What do you want to do?"

"Forced purchase or sale?"

"Gar, don't be afraid of him!"

“…”

"Mr. Carl." With the support of several people behind him, Carl gradually gained confidence and raised his head and said, "For this water monkey, my brother lost his life and others were injured. It's unreasonable for you to only offer one thousand God's Grace coins, isn't it?"

“Three thousand!”

He shouted loudly: "Give me three thousand God's Grace Coins before you can leave!"

"Heh..." Karl chuckled and reached out to grab the water monkey on the ground. He was no longer interested in fighting with the other party: "I want to see how you can stop me?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

"stop!"

Gar roared:

"I said stop right there. You can't do that without money..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body flew off the ground and fell heavily to the ground.

After landing, he rolled over twice and vomited blood.

"puff!"

Gal's body trembled and he died immediately.

"court death!"

Karl’s face was gloomy, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

…………

A small house.

Charles, who should have been seriously injured, was drinking wine and eating meat in high spirits, and there was no sadness on his face for the death of his good friend.

"squeak……"

The door was pushed open and a man walked in quickly.

"First mate!"

"Pah!" Charles spat out a bone and said, "Call the Captain!"

"Gray is dead, and his ship is mine. I've been called the first mate for more than ten years and I'm tired of it."

"Yes, Captain." The man quickly changed his words.

Charles nodded with satisfaction and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Gar is dead!"

"Dead?"

"yes."

The visitor nodded:

"Gar tried to ask for the remaining 3,000 God's Grace Coins, but was beaten to death by the pharmacist Carl."

"Killed him? Killed him directly?" Charles looked solemn:

"He dares to do it."

It was his idea that Carl came forward to ask for money, but he thought at the time that Carl might not give it or give too little.

But I didn't expect it.

The other party beat the man to death!

This little-known pharmacist is actually a ruthless person.

"snort!"

Charles snorted coldly and wiped his mouth:

"You can't let this go on for long, as it has killed my people!"

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