Wizard, I have a different world

Remire, wearing a white robe, embraced the scriptures, refused the invitation of others, and walked slowly to a corner of the party.

Here, a person was admiring the carvings on the wall.

The carvings were scenes of angels fighting against demons, and his eyes fell on one of the angels.

That was an angel delivering messages on the battlefield.

Although her status was low, as long as she had specific duties, her name would be known by countless people.

"The messenger who controls dreams and thunder, the attendant of the seven archangels, the angel who makes people sleep, Remire."

Carl spoke slowly:

"I didn't expect such an existence to stay in the world forever."

"I remember you." Remire said:

"The wizard apprentice beside Catherine, but I heard that you have gone to that wizard world, why are you back?"

"I'm old and miss my hometown, so I came back." Carl turned around and looked at the other party, frowning subconsciously:

"Such a big hostility..."

"Don't forget the agreement between the gods and wizards. You have no right to take action before I break the agreement."

This agreement is unbreakable.

At least angels can't.

When the gray-robed wizard Addison was so unpleasant, the gods had to find a way to make him commit suicide instead of directly taking action.

"Humph!" Remiller snorted coldly:

"People without faith are never trustworthy. What is your purpose here?"

"I said, retirement." Carl shrugged and asked:

"How is Catherine now?"

"She's fine." Remiller looked at him deeply with a gloomy look, then turned away, leaving a sentence:

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Strange?" Carl looked surprised:

"Have I offended her?"

"This old man..." Just when he was puzzled, a young man came up:

"Do you know Bishop Louis?"

"Hmm..." Carl tilted his head:

"I met her a few times when I was young."

"Then you must be her elder." The young man was overjoyed:

"I am a loyal believer and have always wanted to get the blessing of Bishop Louis. I wonder if there is such a chance."

"It would be even better if we could be alone together for a while!"

Carl laughed.

He is not deliberately disguising himself now, and with the wounds on his body, he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

And Remiller's current appearance is only in his twenties or thirties.

I have seen him when I was young, so he is naturally an elder.

And the young man obviously likes Remiller. After all, how can an angel's appearance be bad?

"Don't worry."

Carl pointed with his hand:

"Who is that person?"

"Him?" The young man frowned:

"Cologne's envoy, Cecilia the poisonous wolf, a lobbyist and villain with very sharp teeth."

Hmm?

Cologne's envoy?

Carl raised his eyebrows.

Remiller is an angel under the seat of the Lord of the Dawn.

The God of the Sun believed in by the Kingdom of Cologne and the Lord of the Dawn believed in by the Kingdom of Gondor are currently fighting.

'No wonder! '

'It is obviously abnormal for Remiller to meet Cologne's envoy in private. Could it be that he wants to instigate the other side? '

Carl was thoughtful.

It seems that he has come across some secret, which has caused Remiller to have murderous intentions.

"Young man."

Smiling at the young man with hope in his eyes, Carl said:

"As far as I know, Louis has dedicated everything to the Lord of Dawn and will not care about the love of mortals."

"Give it up!"

Patting the other person's shoulder, Carl walked upstairs.

He was not interested in Remiel's secret. Even if the gods fought each other, it had nothing to do with him.

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A few days later.

The northern suburbs of the royal city.

Bastin drove to a manor, parked the carriage, and helped Carl down.

"Respected Count Carl."

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose came over and said flatteringly:

"Welcome to you."

"Mr. Carl." Charlene bowed gently on the side:

"We meet again."

"Yeah."

Carl nodded, picked up his cane and tapped the ground, raised his turbid eyes and looked at the manor in front of him.

He asked:

"Is this the place?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly:

"Mr. Earl, this was originally the private residence of the Hill family. It was left idle because the family moved to the city."

"Don't look at the dilapidated outside. In fact, the things inside are well preserved. You can live there after a little maintenance."

"Oh!" Carl smiled and walked towards the manor:

"Is that really the case?"

The middle-aged man's face changed when he heard this.

"Count Carl." Sharin smiled:

"According to my investigation, this manor has experienced at least four owners in the past thirty years."

"And when each owner lived there, a tragedy occurred."

"Ah!"

Bastin's face turned pale.

The middle-aged man's face became uglier and uglier. He was a real estate agent, and selling houses was his goal.

So he looked at Sharin with some displeasure.

However, this woman had a special identity and was far from being someone he could provoke. He could only swallow his anger helplessly.

"Tragic incident."

Karl nodded:

"The kind where people died?"

"Yes."

Shalin should be:

"It is difficult for a large manor like this to change hands. It is definitely quite frequent to change owners four times in thirty years. It is for this reason."

"But it is also because of this that the price is very cheap. It only costs two thousand gold coins to buy it. In fact, if you hadn't mentioned that you don't care about the so-called haunted house, I would not recommend this place."

"Two thousand gold coins." Karl sighed:

"Really cheap."

A similar manor in Signo City would cost nearly two thousand gold coins, but the price here is actually the same.

You know this is the royal city!

"Take me around."

Naturally, this was said to the housing agent.

"yes."

The middle-aged man was about to give up, but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly reached back and said:

"Please come this way!"

The manor was very large, covering dozens of acres including the greenery and nearby rows of trees, but it was obviously deserted.

Because it was for sale, the Hill family took care of it briefly, but not very carefully.

There are obvious spider webs and animal carcasses in the corners, and a special strange smell can be smelled in many places.

A smell similar to decay.

"Your Majesty, the location of this manor is very good. There is a road that leads directly to the inner city. A lot of money was spent on building materials. Even the layout of the rooms was carefully thought out."

The man introduced:

"Even if you can't live in it, it's still a good investment. Two thousand gold coins is already as low as it can get."

"Um."

Karl nodded expressionlessly, walked to a locked door, and asked:

"Why is this room locked?"

"This..." The man's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously did not dare to look at the door. He lowered his voice and spoke:

"The door behind this door leads to the basement of the manor. I heard that a demon was sealed inside, so something happened to the owner of the manor."

"Then the door was locked."

"Devil?" Karl shook his head:

"The glory of the gods is everywhere, so there are no demons."

Of course there is no devil.

But there are wizards!

Karl came back this time, naturally to avoid the revenge of the Green family, and secondly, he also wanted to find the legacy left by Addison.

Addison is only a second-level wizard, and his strength is far inferior to the current Karl.

But the other party was the second-level master who cultivated in the desert where wizards practiced, and was truly the strongest person.

I am still a little curious about his heritage.

After devouring Addison's remnant soul, Karl naturally knew where the other party had hidden his inheritance.

The Kingdom of Gondor!

Suburban estate.

Just behind this door.

However, Addison arranged for someone to guard his inheritance, but that person is now unknown.