Wizard, I have a different world

"No wonder I keep feeling like someone is watching me."

Karl understood:

"It turns out it was you who wanted to kill me after I violated the rules. It's a pity that you were disappointed."

"snort!"

Remiller hummed:

"As long as you live near the Royal City, I will keep an eye on you and don't let me find a chance."

"Well..." Karl narrowed his eyes:

"Remel, don't think that I will be afraid of you because of the blessing of the gods. You are not an archangel yet."

Not to mention just a middle-rank angel, even a high-rank angel...

He is not unkillable!

The silent but cold murderous intent was like a tarsal maggot, silently clinging to Remiller's body.

Second level!

And it’s the second level peak!

Remiller's eyes shrank, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and a fear subconsciously appeared in his heart.

She actually felt an aura similar to that of a battle angel on Karl.

The fear dissipated in an instant.

"You are very strong, but this is the world of the gods." Remiller spread the white wings on his back:

"We'll see you again."

"Uh-huh!"

In a flash of white light, she had returned to the Holy See with the help of the power of the Kingdom of God and became a distinguished bishop again.

Karl has the ability to kill her, which Remiller does not deny, but the wizard's methods will be greatly suppressed here, and he will not be able to use them at all.

"God...angel..." Abe, who had been stunned when Karl appeared, pointed at Remiller's remaining phantom and stammered:

"A real angel!"

"That's right." Karl threw the soft sword in his hand to him:

"A less polite angel."

"Young man, your kindness saved your life. Pack your things and leave here quickly."

Abe was stunned, and then suddenly knelt down:

"Dear wizard, please accept me as your disciple. Abe is willing to sacrifice everything in exchange for your knowledge."

"I don't accept disciples." Karl walked to Browning's body and picked up the staff on the ground:

"You carry a soft sword with you. Do you want to kill your mentor?"

"..." Abe tightened his hands and said in a muffled voice:

"I am Browning's apprentice in name, but actually his slave. I have not learned any witchcraft from being with him for so many years. On the contrary, I have suffered a lot. And... I don't want to do evil."

"I can tell." Karl looked back at him, thought for a while and said:

"Pack your things and wait for me at the manor. I won't accept you as a disciple, but you can do things in exchange for knowledge."

"Well..."

"You can keep the witchcraft books here for yourself."

This young man used the witchcraft he learned to scare people, and he also wanted to help himself avoid being framed by his mentor.

It's out of good intentions.

In addition, there are indeed some things that require people with certain wizard knowledge to do, so you might as well accept them first.

"Yes." Abe's face was filled with ecstasy, and he nodded hastily:

"Thank you... Count Carl!"

He didn't know Karl, but he knew how terrifying the man who easily killed Browning was.

Moreover, the other party knew the angel and even threatened him verbally, which even a formal wizard would not dare to do.

Being able to follow such a great wizard must have many benefits.

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A few days later.

The manor was bought by Karl for two thousand gold coins, and Bastin paid some people to clean it up.

No ceremony was held and they settled in.

On the day of moving in, newspaper editor-in-chief Charlene and the real estate agent sent congratulatory gifts.

"Guards, cleaners, and cooks all need to be hired. The price is easy to negotiate, but you have to find someone with an honest character."

Karl walked around the manor, looked at the brand-new hall, and waved towards Bastin:

"Just take care of these things."

"yes."

Bastin should be.

"Go down." Karl continued to move forward:

"Abe, come here."

"yes."

Abe responded and hurriedly followed.

Bastin glanced at Abe with some confusion, not sure what the relationship between this person and Karl was.

Not like relatives, more like apprentices.

But what could Count Carl teach him?

"Under this house, there is a witchcraft barrier, which was created by a second-level wizard." Karl said:

"It's not convenient for me to deal with it now, so you come and seal it."

"ah!"

Abe's face was filled with astonishment.

He knew that there was a problem underground in this manor, otherwise Browning would not have been able to silently harm people under the nose of the church many times. However, as a junior wizard apprentice, he could seal the enchantment of the second-ring wizard?

"The barrier is dead, you are alive, don't worry." Karl handed over a thick booklet:

"There is a sealing method on it. You don't have to figure it out. Just follow the steps above."

"As reward..."

"Every Saturday afternoon, I will spare an hour to help you solve your spiritual problems."

"Yes." Abe nodded in agreement and took out the book.

"Besides..." Karl glanced at him and said:

"Are you still following your mentor's path?"

"I won't leave." Abe shook his head without hesitation:

"Browning's wizard talent is not high, so he thought of taking the bloodline path, but this path costs too much, I..."

"I can't do it."

Bloodline witchcraft requires a lot of research, and sometimes it requires the assistance of advanced instruments.

In order to do research, Browning even sold the manor, which was not enough. He also harmed several people and accumulated a large amount of wealth.

It can be said to be extremely expensive.

"That's a pity." Carl shook his head:

"This is a wizard's desert. Blood magic is the only way out. The things left by your mentor are also good for you. Since you don't want to..."

"Then forget it."

"By the way!"

He remembered something and asked:

"You have lived in the royal city since you were a child. Do you know the location of the National Theater?"

"I know."

Abe nodded:

"On the main road of the royal city."

…………

In the evening.

Carl took a carriage to the National Theater. Charlene had been waiting here for a long time, and there was a little girl beside her.

"Count Carl!"

"Hello, grandpa!"

"Good!"

Carl smiled and greeted:

"Let's go in first."

"Yes."

Charlene nodded, took out the ticket and gave it to the theater security personnel, and took Carl directly to the back hall of the theater.

There are many crew members preparing to sing here.

"Today's performance is Archangel Slays Flame Demon, and it will be performed by people from the National Opera House. Many mature performers from there are here."

Shalin led Carl to Yiran and greeted him with a smile:

"Monica, we meet again."

"Shalin!"

Monica is a woman in her early forties, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows, but she is still as beautiful as ever.

"It's been a while since we last met. Why are you here?"

"My daughter is pestering me to watch a performance, and an old man asked me to find out something, so I thought of you." Sharin smiled and introduced Carl:

"Count Carl, Monica is my playmate since I was very young, you can ask me if you have any questions."

"Hello, Monica." Carl nodded:

"I have a friend who joined the National Opera House to perform divine songs about thirty years ago. Her name is Jenny. I wonder if you know her situation?"

"Jenny? Thirty years ago?" Monica frowned, thought about it carefully, and then shook her head:

"This is my predecessor, but she should not be in the opera house anymore, otherwise I would not have heard of her name."

"So..." Carl understood:

"Can you help find out?"

"Of course no problem." Monica smiled:

"I am willing to serve the count."

Jenny was Carl's friend when he was young. The two knew each other for many years and had corresponded when they were in the Black Swamp.

Since he went to the Magic Forest, they have completely lost contact.

Not in the opera house?

What else can she do as a little girl from the country besides having some talent in singing?