Wizard, I have a different world

A few days later.

real world.

"It's done!"

Karl opened his eyes with excitement on his face and waved his arms desperately to vent his excitement.

After a period of trying, with the help of the power of the divine realm, he successfully constructed a spell model of a secondary magic field in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Different from meditation method.

The construction of spell models is very complicated, and it is impossible to think hard before each spell is cast.

Once the construction is successful, it will be firmly formed and can be brought to the real world. It will not collapse just because it leaves the divine realm.

"I have mastered a zero-circle witchcraft before I even started meditation. I should be considered unprecedented, right?"

Karl murmured to himself, and then carefully activated the spell model in the sea of ​​​​consciousness according to the records in the book.

Secondary magic field!

"Buzz..."

A silent tremor came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and then an invisible force field penetrated the body and enveloped Mi Xu.

This is a special feeling.

For a moment, Karl was addicted to it, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"To activate the secondary magic field, mental power will continue to be consumed. With my current mental power, I can last up to five to six minutes."

"This is without any external influence."

"Defense..."

Karl held a quill in his hand, dipped it in ink, and left notes on the paper:

"It's difficult for ordinary people to break the force field with bare hands. If you hold a weapon, you can resist it three times."

"This is obviously weaker than Miles."

"It seems that the same witchcraft and the same spell model, performed by different people, have different powers."

Miles casts a secondary magic field that can easily distort the attacks of the knight's squire, and can even block most of Dinah's all-out sword skills.

Far from what Karl can compare with now.

However, it is obvious that Miles has a limit to his witchcraft before the force field disappears and he is shot to death by a sleeve arrow.

"Releasing witchcraft will consume mental energy, and you can feel obvious fatigue. It is speculated that it is caused by insufficient mental energy."

After constructing a zero-ring witchcraft in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, in addition to excitement and excitement, there are also many doubts.

Now Karl can't wait to go to the manor outside the city to ask for follow-up knowledge.

"No rush."

Putting down his pen, he looked at the moon outside the window:

"Let's go to another world first."

Black City’s Safety Day on January 1st is coming soon, and you can’t miss this opportunity.

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"Crunch..."

Pushing open the door, facing the gloomy street and stretching his muscles, Karl let out a long breath.

The so-called artistic master is bold.

He is completely different now than before.

Not only did he practice the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique and became a knight's attendant, he even learned a zero-ring witchcraft.

The strength can be described as skyrocketing.

Even the depression brought by this gloomy and gloomy black city has been weakened a lot.

Raqqa Bazaar.

Karl, wearing a black cloak, stood at the entrance of the market street and looked at the shelf made of wooden piles in front of him.

There were several corpses hanging from the wooden frames.

The corpse had been brutally tortured before death, and the bruises and bruises on the body were particularly eye-catching.

The cold wind blew, and the smell of corpses hit my nostrils.

Those hanging here are all prisoners who have violated the taboos of the Black City, and the most common ones are those who want to escape from the city.

"Cologne……"

Karl lowered his head and whispered with emotion:

"Let me just say, don't always think about leaving the Black City. How about staying here and doing business safely?"

"This is what happened now."

Cologne is dead.

It was the person who sold him the Poisonous Wolf Breathing Technique. The last time he came here, he said there was a way to escape from the Black City.

Now he is hung on a wooden frame for public display.

With a pair of protruding eyes and a ferocious face, his escape plan seemed to have failed after all.

"well!"

Sighing, Carl walked into the market.

"Rat meat, fresh rat meat without decay, one or two and a half black stones!"

"The fine Kallia long sword is sharp and light. It is the best choice for killing those half-dead creatures..."

"Clean water! Filtered clean water does not contain any impurities. You can buy eight liters of it with just one black stone..."

The merchant's shouts were as usual, not changed by the corpse hanging on the wooden frame.

"The price has gone up."

"Both meat and water have been improved to a certain extent. It should be more difficult to obtain food in winter."

Karl stopped and walked along the way, inquiring about the market, and stopped at stalls he was interested in from time to time.

"What's this?"

He picked up a yellow lump that looked like dirt and asked curiously.

"Clay." The stall owner explained:

"There is mucus secreted by underground worms in it, which can be eaten. One black stone can be exchanged for ten pieces."

"Food?" Karl frowned.

This is obviously the clod of soil that can be seen everywhere.

"Of course." Seeing that he didn't believe it, the stall owner dodged the clay, put it to his mouth, licked it, and handed it back:

"Although it has an earthy smell, it can be swallowed and you can still taste the sweetness when you taste it carefully. The clay here is of high quality and contains a lot of mucus."

"If there is not enough mucus, eating too much will block the intestines and stomach. Many people die from eating junk food."

Looking at the handed clod of soil, which still had obvious traces of saliva on it, Karl repeatedly waved his hand and refused.

Eat dirt?

Are the days below already so difficult?

With his thoughts turning, he pointed at a pile of powder next to him:

"What's this?"

"Soul powder." The stall owner put away the clay and explained casually:

"Kill half-dead creatures, and there will be these things next to the corpse. After eating, you will be excited and can also increase your strength a little. It is said that it is a must-have for some secret medicines."

"Two black stones for one serving."

"Oh!" Carl touched his chin:

"Do you want the marinated meat strips?"

"Yes!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up:

"Of course, if the meat strips are of good quality, I can give you a cheaper price."

After a while.

Carl carried a package and continued to stroll in the market.

"Uncle?"

A timid voice sounded:

"Is it you, uncle?"

Carl turned his head and saw a ragged boy standing not far away, staring at him.

"It's you."

Carl thought about it and remembered the other party's name:

"Aya?"

Since Cologne was ready to leave Black City, the stall would be transferred in advance, and it was Aya who took over his stall.

This girl who looks like a boy but is actually a girl.

"It's really you, Uncle Carl." Aya looked excited:

"It's been a long time since you left last time. Uncle, what do you want to buy? If I have it, I will give you the cheapest price."

The other party was so enthusiastic that Carl felt a little embarrassed. He didn't plan to go to Aya's stall at the beginning.

"Okay!"

With a sigh, he came to the stall and flipped through it casually.

"You don't have what I want here."

"What does uncle want?" Aya's eyes dimmed, and then she cheered up:

"Next time you come, I will prepare it for you in advance."

"What do I want..." Carl shook his head gently:

"There is nothing specific."

"This... It doesn't matter." Aya forced a smile to cover up the loss in her heart:

"I will prepare more and better things. Next time you come to the market, you can come and see it."

"I'm not sure when I will come next time." Carl stood up:

"Let's talk about it later!"

"Okay."

Aya nodded with difficulty:

"Uncle, take care, you are always welcome here."

Carl did not respond.

Setting up a stall at the market also requires paying black stones. Aya's business is so bad, it's hard to say whether she will still be there next time.

It's more likely that she won't be there.

She's just a little girl, no need to worry about it.