Wizard, I have a different world

Dark Market.

After collecting supplies in the Magic Forest for a few days, Carl came to the Dark Market again.

"Dang..."

The blacksmith Gando stopped what he was doing and looked at the pile of meat in front of him. His eyes moved involuntarily.

"Young man, you are really curious, but I have nothing to tell you about the gods."

I have to admit that countless people have come to him over the past few hundred years, but not many have left an impression.

Carl is undoubtedly one of them.

Strength is one aspect.

The key is that every time a lot of flesh and blood is brought, which is a great temptation for him who is in urgent need of nutrition and resistance to the swallowing of that power.

But about the gods...

He really has nothing to say.

"Senior." Carl bowed:

"I came here this time to find out where I can get the holy skills?"

"Just point out the direction. No matter what the result is, these fine meats belong to you."

Everyone who comes to the Dark Market will come to "pay homage" to this great third-level existence.

With his perception, he can definitely "see" the strength of people.

If there is anyone in the market who can provide Carl with useful clues, this person is definitely the first one.

"Holy skills?" Ganduo thought for a while and replied:

"It should be in the treasure houses of several archdukes, the underground secret room of the Rose Church, the sanctuary and the core areas of several forgotten cities."

"..." Carl said dryly:

"Are there any other places?"

These places not only have holy skills, but also various treasured items, including great divine grace, but he can't go in.

"Hehe..." Gando grinned, his lush hair shook, and his eyes fell into deep thought:

"Let me think... let me think..."

"Hmm!"

"There is a man named Flame Knight who may have some clues. You can ask him."

"I remember, Flame Knight Graindek, but the holy skills he possesses may not be suitable for you."

"Hmm?" Carl looked up:

"Is there a holy skill suitable for you?"

"Of course." Gando shrugged:

"Most holy skills are bestowed by gods to their guardians, corresponding to the methods of cultivation of the guardians."

"Just like the holy skills bestowed by the sea god, the guardians of the fire god can hardly master them. Even if they are guardians of the same god, the holy skills may not be universal. Of course, most holy skills guardians can practice them, but... they can't reach a very powerful level."

Carl understood.

Witchcraft is similar.

Wizards of the natural school can also master shadow witchcraft, but they are definitely not as proficient as shadow wizards.

Some special witchcraft requires certain prerequisites.

For example...

The transformation of blood wizards.

I just don't know what the holy skill that matches the giant spirit breathing method is? Do I have to go to the temple?

With his mind turning, Carl bowed and said:

"I'll go and ask."

He has walked around the three streets of the Dark Market several times and knows everything about the stalls.

The most well-informed one among them is the merchant Melen.

"Flame Knight Graindek?"

Melen, who came from the territory of Grand Duke Olaf, was a skinny old man. He shook his head slightly after hearing the name:

"He was still in the market the day before yesterday, but he's gone now."

"Gone?" Carl's face changed slightly:

"Where did he go?"

"Free Port." Melen pointed outside:

"The mayor of the City of Death issued a notice to investigate the location of the evil god of Free Port. The reward is three drops of demigod blood."

"Huh?"

Carl was stunned:

"Aren't they two super-quality seals?"

In the middle of the market, there stood a thick stone pillar with various tasks engraved on it.

The task of investigating the evil god of Freeport has always been there, but Carl remembered that the reward was a super-grade seal.

Involving the evil god is very dangerous, and the great knight is almost dead.

Two super-grade seals are not attractive to people in the market, so no one has accepted the task.

But it seems that

the situation has changed.

"It was changed the day before yesterday."

Melen shrugged:

"Many people left the Dark Market these two days just for this task. I am not strong enough, otherwise I would also like to join in the fun."

"Blood of demigod!"

The so-called blood of demigod is the blood of the Grand Duke.

It can allow a great knight to break through to the realm of legendary knight.

The death knight next to the lord of the City of Death, Meivia, is the great knight who received the blood she gave.

Three drops of demigod blood can theoretically create three legendary knights, which is many times stronger than super-grade seals.

Just the life limit of the advanced legendary is 200 years, which can make the great knight crazy.

No wonder!

It seems that Meivia is also anxious.

As long as the evil god entrenched in the Free Port is not dealt with, the fish harvest in the City of Death will not be satisfied.

Without enough food,

the population will naturally be difficult to increase.

And Meivia cannot leave the City of Death easily, so he asked others to investigate where the evil god is.

Knowing the location of the evil god, he can go back and solve the trouble quickly, and his strength will not be greatly weakened.

It happened that the Dark Market was held in the City of Death, and masters from all over the world gathered, so there is a better chance to get the answer.

'Hmm...'

‘Because of the rules of the world, the evil god’s strength cannot be at the second level. As long as the location is known, the second level Mevia can indeed solve the problem quickly. ’

'But……'

‘If you didn’t come earlier or later, I would have just collected the supplies in the Magic Forest and lured people away. ’

"call!"

Karl took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.

It doesn't matter!

I have another way.

"Mellen!"

"yes."

"I remember that you are going to hold a small fair in a few days and invite people from all over the place to participate."

"That's right."

Mellen nodded.

"You help me release a message." Karl squinted:

"I'm collecting holy skills. As long as I bring them, I'm willing to give one hundred thousand catties of meat in exchange."

"No!"

"Two hundred thousand pounds!"

The Enchanted Forest lacks everything except animal meat. Since we can't find a specific target, let's use a big net to catch fish.

As long as there is enough bait, I don't believe that no fish will take the bait, not to mention that he is the real deal.

"What?" Mellen's expression changed drastically, and he repeated in a trembling voice:

"Twenty thousand...ten thousand catties?"

He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears and that he had heard the wrong number. The number was really too shocking.

"yes."

Karl looked solemn:

"That's two hundred thousand catties!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and took out 10,000 kilograms of meat from the storage space and filled the empty space.

"These are deposits. If the transaction in a few days satisfies me, I will pay you 10% of the payment."

"There is no upper limit on the number of holy skills!"

10%?

The mountain of sperm in front of him made Melen open his mouth wide for a long time, and the fanaticism in his eyes became more and more intense.

"no problem!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, his thin body shaking back and forth:

"Mr. Karl, please rest assured that I will satisfy you no matter what at the trade fair in a few days."

"Isn't it a holy skill? Isn't it the Flame Knight Graindek?"

"In the worst case, I'll go to Freeport right away and bring him back even if I force him to do so."

"Yeah." Karl nodded:

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Absolutely not!"

Mellen waved his hand:

"Mr. Karl, I'm going to get busy."

…………

After leaving Mellen's shop and just returning to his residence in the market, an unexpected guest came to visit.

"Excuse me."

A timid voice sounded at the door:

"Is this Mr. Carl's place?"

"It's me!"

Karl, who had just picked up the book "Psychic Power and the Influence of the Star Boundary on Flight", looked up when he heard the sound.

A teenage girl was standing at the door, looking at the deserted room hesitantly.

"Enter."

Carl waved.

The mage's hand swept away the mess in the room, making a space and suppressing the raised dust.

"The place is a little rough, but it shouldn't affect the conversation."

The little girl looked at the invisible force sweeping across the room, like a group of transparent people busy, and couldn't help but open her mouth.

So amazing!

What kind of seal is this?

Karl looked at each other with interest.

The little girl has red lips, white teeth, delicate skin, innocent eyes, and even a milky smell on her body.

The gorgeous clothes have not lost their childishness, and even if she pretends to be mature, she cannot hide the childishness in her body.

Judging from her aura, she had practiced breathing techniques, but she was not very strong. She didn't know why the Ogre Flower at the entrance of the market let her in.

or……

Karl asked:

"Little girl, where are your adults?"

"I came in alone, not with the adults." The little girl pouted, seeming a little unhappy.

"Alone?" Karl's eyes moved slightly and he slowly put down the book in his hand.

"Yes, it's a person." The little girl's face turned pale, she subconsciously stepped back and threatened:

"But the adults in my family will be here soon, so you must not think of bullying me."

"Okay!" Karl shrugged:

"You came here to ask for something from me?"

"Yes!" The little girl calmed down, thought of business, nodded heavily and said:

"I want to entrust you to send my brother, sisters and I out of the city to a safe place."

"Leaving the city?" Karl tilted his head:

"Are you the natives of the City of Death?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded:

"But we have paid the atonement money and can leave the city after washing ourselves."

If you want to leave the City of Death, unless you get the amnesty from the city lord, the only way is to pay the atonement money.

After paying the money and washing your body in the purification pool, you can undo the curse of the City of Death.

The money is very expensive.

Even a moderately wealthy family may not be able to redeem a person's life.

"It seems that your family is very rich." Karl nodded and asked curiously:

"Why are you looking for me?"

"I've heard your name." The little girl said:

"The legendary knight of Freeport and the mysterious apothecary of Rapid City, you are strong enough."

"I don't deny this." Karl shrugged:

"But I'm curious. Since you have enough money to give yourself to atone for your sins, don't you hire guards?"

"Even if you want to find me, why do you, a child, need to come forward?"

"I'm not a child!" The little girl puffed up her cheeks and said in a muffled voice:

"We have to leave this kind of city only after we have offended. Although we have hired guards, it is not necessarily safe."

"The family asked other people to help, but I thought it might not be enough, so I came here to find you."

"I understand." Karl understood:

"You found me secretly without telling your family. Thank you very much for your recognition, but I don't accept employment."

"Why?" The little girl looked anxious:

"I can pay."

"It's not about money." Karl shook his head:

"It's time."

"Your family is very rich, and your status in the City of Death should be very high, but you are forced to leave. The people you offend must be very powerful. Apart from the city lord, only those death knights are possible."

"I'm not afraid of death knights, but if you want to ensure safety, you will definitely stay away from the City of Death and most likely go to the Grand Duke's territory. This trip will take more than a month at the fastest, and time does not allow."

"..." The little girl opened her mouth with a look of surprise, as if she had just seen the mage's hand move the space:

"How come you know everything?"

?

Carl sighed.

If he couldn't guess this, his life would have been in vain.

"I can pay for it."

"No……"

"Holy Technique!"

"Um?"

Karl's expression froze, he swallowed the words in his throat, his throat rolled, and he looked at the little girl with a surprised look on his face:

"Sacred skill?"

"Yes!" The little girl nodded:

"It's a holy skill!"

"Do you know what a holy skill is?"

"I know!"

The little girl spoke:

"The gods have given the Martial Arts to the Templar Knights of the Divine Realm, and they can only be practiced by becoming a legendary knight."

"..." Karl touched his chin:

"Interesting, do you have a holy skill?"

"Yes, I brought half of it over." The little girl took a step back again, hugged her waist with both hands, and looked at Karl cautiously:

"You must first agree to escort my brother and sister to a safe place before I can give it to you."

"Heh..." Karl nodded:

"I'll look at things first."

"Promise first."

"I need to see if the skill you have is a holy skill. Besides, didn't you bring half of it just for me to confirm?"

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, the little girl nodded hesitantly:

"It seems so."

"Then look at it!"

As he spoke, he untied his clothes, took out a wooden board, and carefully placed it on the table.

She actually put some thought into sewing things into her clothes.

"Uh-huh!"

Carl waved.

The board flew into my hand on its own.

The palm-sized wooden board is engraved with words from the period of the gods, and a special energy protects it from the ravages of time.

Karl's eyes flashed, and the words on the wooden board were engraved into the sea of ​​​​consciousness one by one, and he analyzed the content on it.

Angel's thorn!

It’s really a holy skill!

Holy skills can be simply and directly understood as the advanced state of martial arts.

The killing moves in martial arts are called combat skills, and there are also so-called killing moves in holy skills.

And this holy skill is composed of more than a dozen special killing moves, collectively called Angel's Sting.

Extreme speed!

Weird angle!

Incredible moves!

The complex, violent, and mysterious power-generating techniques, and the extreme use of fighting spirit, body, and chivalry are indeed holy skills.

Although not complete.

But he could tell that every killing move above was far more powerful than the combat skills he had learned before.

‘As expected of the inheritance from the gods! ’

‘In the memory of Lishu, the second and even third-level Holy Knights and Guardians of the Divine Realm are still practicing holy skills, which shows how powerful their vitality is. ’

'pity! ’

‘This holy skill focuses on speed and explosion, and is not suitable for me who has practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique. ’

Putting down the wooden sign, Karl looked thoughtful.

He never imagined that the first holy skill he could possibly acquire could be obtained in this way.

"How about it?"

The little girl approached slowly and asked tentatively:

"Is it a holy skill?"

"This holy skill was acquired accidentally by our family. Only two people besides me know it."

"Yeah." Karl opened his eyes and asked:

"May I have your name?"

"Jody Hill." the little girl said:

"You can call me Jodi."

"Hill?" Carl's heart moved:

"There is a person called Lady Butterfly, and her name seems to be Janice Hill. Who is yours?"

"My grandma." Jodi's eyes widened:

"Do you know my grandma?"

Carl shook his head.

He didn't know it, but he had heard of it.

A long, long time ago, in that black city, anyone who wanted to escape from the city would take the path of the Lady Butterfly.

Hill family!

One of the most famous families in the City of Death, they run various businesses, have channels for transporting people, and have their own connections in various nearby cities.

Mrs. Butterfly is a married woman who changed her husband's surname, so her surname is also Hill.

"It's definitely not possible to go to the Grand Duke's territory."

After thinking about it, Karl spoke slowly:

"Have you guys considered going to Rapids?"

"Rapid City?" Jodi frowned and shook his head:

"It's too close to the City of Death. Our family's enemies may take revenge. Moreover, it's not safe there. The followers of the evil god are also nearby, so don't go there!"

"What a pity." Karl handed over the wooden sign:

"If you go to the Grand Duke's Territory, I really can't help you. If you go to Rapid City, I can help you."

He then said:

"Rapid City is safer than you think. The Lord of the City of Death is also solving the problem of the evil god. You can go back and think about it. I'll be at the market these two days. You can come to me at any time."

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A few days later.

There was no good news from Mellen. Instead, the time of the small trade fair was postponed for a few days.

This is normal.

If you want to attract people, you must have enough time for the news to ferment, otherwise it is easy to miss the opportunity.

But Jody, the youngest daughter of the Hill family, sent a letter.

After reading the letter, Carl looked thoughtful, then packed up his things and walked towards the entrance of the market.

On the second floor of the Stone Mountain Tavern.

Lev, the deacon of the temple, stood behind the window, looking at the figure walking away slowly below through the window sash.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Seventh Elder."

"Carl is gone."