Wizard, I have a different world

Before buying a house, Karl lived in a newly built luxury hotel. It was said that his background was with a multinational company. It was claimed that even if the army of the Kingdom of Cologne invaded the royal city, staying in the hotel would ensure safety.

In addition to safety, there is also equipment.

Lights, showers, flush toilets...

Some technological products that require a certain industrial foundation to be manufactured are arranged in the room.

"Trains have appeared, and telephones have begun mass production from prototypes, but currently only wealthy people can pull the wires."

Putting down the technology magazine sent by Charlene, Karl thought thoughtfully:

"I wonder when wireless phones will come out?"

Today's telephones are still a communication device that converts sounds into corresponding electrical signals through a microphone, uses conductive wires to transmit the electrical signals to a place far away from the speaker, and then restores the electrical signals to the original sounds through the receiver. .

You need to connect the wires, apply for registration at the 'call office', and then someone comes to install it. The whole process is expensive.

Although from Karl's point of view, wired telephones are still very old, they have begun to reach ordinary people's homes.

Thinking of the steam carriage he encountered on the way here, Karl couldn't help but chuckle. Few people realized that the times had changed dramatically without even realizing it.

"Well..."

Lowering his head, the text on the magazine seemed a little blurry.

Karl's eyes moved, and when he looked carefully again, he found that the text twisted and squirmed like a tadpole, gradually turning into a strange human face.

The eyes on the person's face are deep and terrifying, as if they are pulling the person's soul toward the endless abyss.

interesting.

Sorcerer's Apprentice Soul Witchcraft.

This kind of witchcraft acts directly on the soul and has no lethality, but it can cause deep fear in people's hearts.

Ordinary people can't stop it.

"mortal!"

The tricky face opened its mouth wide, like a huge black hole, swallowing Karl:

"Don't think about contacting the devil. Although your soul is corrupt, I don't mind tasting it."

"If you continue to acquire that estate..."

"hey-hey……"

The black hole slowly retracted until it disappeared, and the distorted text on the magazine returned to its original state.

"interesting."

Karl folded the magazine and nodded slowly:

"No wonder the manor has been unable to sell even though the price has been adjusted several times in the past six months. It turns out that a wizard apprentice has done something secretly."

"Just bluffing..."

"There's no harm in it."

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Abe is from Cologne. In order to join the Church of the Burning Sun in the early years, he was tricked into burning his body with fire.

As a result, the church did not join, but instead suffered extensive burns on his body, and his face was even more horrifying.

He put down the bell-shaped demonic object in his hand, calmed down, opened the door and walked towards the street outside.

After turning several times along the narrow alley, Abe came to the place where his mentor used for research.

"tutor!"

"Um."

Browning, a tall and thin senior wizard apprentice with white hair, was preparing a potion and nodded when he heard the sound:

"Any news?"

"Yes." Abe bowed his head:

"A count named Karl is interested in buying the manor. The current price is about two thousand gold coins."

"It's unclear whether the negotiations can be concluded."

"Two thousand gold coins?" Browning stopped what he was doing and sneered with disdain:

"When that manor was sold from me, it cost eight thousand gold coins, and this was already a preferential price."

"Now you can only sell two thousand?"

Abe said nothing.

The war had just begun, and no one thought that the army of the Kingdom of Cologne could actually reach the royal city.

Moreover, the tutor has killed several owners of the manor over the years, so the price will of course keep falling again and again.

"never mind."

Browning obviously knew the reason, and sighed:

"Two thousand gold coins, just two thousand. You can find the buyer's residence in the next few days. I'll take action after they move in."

"Teacher." Abe's expression changed slightly:

"The successive murders of the owners of the manor have become a big news. If something happens to someone again, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the church."

"And the person who plans to buy the manor this time is an earl. If there is something else behind him..."

"Heh..." Browning glanced at his disciple:

"rest assured!"

"The things in the basement of the manor were arranged by my mentor himself. Unless the archangel took action, it would be impossible to find the problem. Do you think that no one from the church has gone down to check it over all these years?"

He glanced at his research base, his eyes burning:

"My research has reached the most critical moment. I heard that the Sark Kingdom has the latest cell sample. If I can buy one, I will most likely become an official wizard in my lifetime."

“These all cost money!”

Abe opened his mouth but stopped talking.

"Go!"

Browning waved:

"Keep an eye on it, and when it's done, I'll give you a zero-ring witchcraft, and take it as reward."

"...Yes." Abe responded, lowering his head and about to leave, when his body suddenly froze in place.

"What's wrong?"

Browning looked sideways.

"Guide... mentor..." Abe's face turned pale, with fear in his eyes:

"I can't move!"

"Um?"

Browning frowned and subconsciously picked up the staff beside him. The zero-ring witchcraft poisonous thorns were ready to move.

Abe's facial muscles twisted strangely, as if something was hidden underneath, his skin and flesh stretched and grew larger, and gradually a human face grew out from under his skin, and then a person walked out directly.

Dream walking!

Carl rubbed his cheeks and sighed helplessly:

"This continent is really a desert for wizards. Even the bloodline ability is suppressed to this extent."

If he was in a different world or a magic forest, he could hide directly in the consciousness of others by performing dream walking, and his body could be revealed at any time.

But here.

It almost burst Abe's body.

"It's you!"

Abe's eyes widened:

"Count Carl!"

"Huh?"

Browning's face changed drastically, and the staff in his hand suddenly pointed out, and many tiny spores instantly appeared in the air.

Zero-ring witchcraft-poisonous thorns!

Although this witchcraft is only zero-ring witchcraft, the size of its power depends entirely on the selected plants.

Browning has spent decades studying all kinds of creatures. The plant spores on his body are a complex product. Once activated, they can crush and corrode even hard steel, not to mention the weak flesh.

Under the effect of witchcraft, the spores instantly turned into twisting vines.

Carl moved his fingers slightly, subconsciously wanting to cast witchcraft, but as if he thought of something, he reached out and wiped Abe's body.

A soft sword appeared in his hand.

"Swish!"

The sword flashed.

Everything in the field suddenly stagnated.

Then.

Those hideous and terrifying poisonous vines instantly lost their vitality and fell to the ground in unison.

Browning's body was stiff, and he opened his mouth to speak, but a crack from top to bottom had already split him in two.

"Puff!"

The two bodies fell to the sides, and blood spurted out from them.

"Ah!"

Abe subconsciously stepped back, his body trembling, his face even paler, and his legs softened and knelt directly on the ground.

"Legendary Knight?"

At this time

A soft, soothing female voice came from behind:

"More than that! I never thought that the inconspicuous wizard apprentice back then has now come to this point."

"Remire." Carl turned around and looked at the angel in white who appeared in the room, shaking his head helplessly:

"This is a dispute between our wizards, and it seems that it is not the turn of the gods to intervene?"

"Humph!" Remire snorted:

"You should be glad that you used the knight's method. If you cast a ring of witchcraft in the royal city, I can kill you."

"This is not against the rules!"