Wizard, I have a different world

Barrow Bakery.

This is a very ordinary bakery, specializing in several types of bread that are commonly eaten by ordinary people.

The owner, Tess, is a woman about fifty years old, with a plump figure and a round face with a smile.

"Dingling bell..."

The store door that was pushed open from the outside hit the hanging bell, ringing a clear and melodious ring.

"Welcome!"

Tess stopped what she was doing and nodded to the guest:

"What do you need?"

The guests who came in had gray hair on their temples and wrinkles on their faces. They were obviously old, but they didn't have the twilight, or elderly smell, that ordinary old people have.

But very clean!

Clean as a teenager.

The clothes on her body are simple in shape, without any fancy or decoration, but the material is very high-end at first glance.

His behavior and movements exude nobility.

Tess's eyes were filled with confusion. Her store was engaged in the business of ordinary people, and she rarely encountered such people.

"I'm Jenny's friend."

Karl glanced at the layout of the bakery and spoke slowly, with a subtle tremor in his voice:

"Is she here?"

Small business.

The business is also very average, and it is estimated that it can only maintain the family's basic life.

"Aunt Jenny?" Tess looked surprised:

"Do you know Aunt Jenny? She is not in good health and is resting in the backyard. I will take you there."

As he spoke, he wiped the flour on his hands, opened the wooden board of the counter, and led Karl towards the backyard.

It's said to be a backyard, but it's actually just a narrow patio, with weak light shining through it.

On the wooden chair, an old woman with white hair was lying on it wrapped in a blanket, her eyes seemed to be closed.

"Aunt Jenny!"

Tess came closer and called in a low voice:

"Someone is here to see you."

"..." Jenny opened her eyes, her eyes were cloudy and dull, and she looked up following Tess's guidance.

The moment she saw Karl, her eyes seemed to change, like confusion.

It's like hesitation.

"Uh... uh..."

"Jenny, it's me." Karl stepped closer, squatted next to the wooden chair, and looked at his former friend carefully:

"Your voice..."

"Aunt Jenny got sick when she was young and has been unable to speak since then." Tess sighed:

"Since two years ago, her memory has gotten worse and worse. Sometimes even I can't recognize her."

"But she recognized you!"

Although the change in Jenny's demeanor was subtle, it was already obvious to Tess, who was used to it.

"I'm sick and can't speak." Karl's eyes were complicated:

"How could this happen?"

Jenny's voice is extremely unique, which allowed her to join the National Opera without any previous performance experience.

Ruined your throat,

Means ruining everything.

This should be what happened when she first came to the royal city, but she never mentioned it to him in her letter. She only talked about happy things.

"I heard from mother that someone was doing harm." Tess whispered:

"But who it is, I don't know. After all, it happened decades ago, and Aunt Jenny never mentioned it."

"Your mother?"

"My mother, Patsy, and Aunt Jenny were both from the Barrow Opera Company."

Carl nodded.

“Did Jenny pass down the bakery skills?”

"yes."

No wonder!

The taste is so familiar.

Karl's eyes were complicated. Fate had given instructions a long time ago, and he should have guessed it.

“Aunt Jenny, who hadn’t smiled since she couldn’t speak, opened the bakery with the help of my parents.”

Tess introduced:

"My parents passed away a few years ago, and something happened at home, so I came over to help with the business and take care of Aunt Jenny."

"Yeah." Karl straightened up:

"I want to pick Jenny up to live with me."

"This..." Tess was stunned. She had never thought that Karl had bad intentions. After all, an old man with dementia was a burden to everyone, and she herself sometimes complained.

"Isn't it good?"

"My place is big and can accommodate many people." Karl said:

"It just so happens that there is a kitchen steward there. If you are willing, you can follow him."

"Forgot to introduce."

"My name is Karl, I am a count and I have a manor on the outskirts of the city."

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Time passes inadvertently.

Dazzling.

Three years have passed.

Fragments of the Divine Realm.

"become!"

Karl shouted, his eyes suddenly opened wide, the eyes were bright and hot, like a bottomless abyss.

In the inner sea of ​​his spirit, a complex and mysterious magic circuit suddenly took shape, and quickly swallowed up the surrounding astral energy, turning it into pure life breath, flowing into his limbs and bones.

Three-ring witchcraft - the source of life!

Nourished by this breath of life, the originally hopeless Saint-Devil transformation regained its vitality.

‘The holy skill of Holy Demon Transformation is too auxiliary. No wonder the ancient gods could only train a few, and these are just silver bodies. According to the current ratio, the resources required for the perfection of the gold body are simply astronomical. ’

'However, as long as there are enough resources to supplement it, the level of this holy skill can be improved at an astonishing speed, which is unmatched by other holy skills. ’

"Well..."

Karl's eyes narrowed:

"It's time to begin!"

In the past three years, in addition to practicing meditation and constructing the three-ring witchcraft life source, he was also testing the reaction of the soul centipede.

The soul centipede attached to his body wanted his life all the time.

Because of the shared life, the two sides understood each other more deeply.

Carl was confident.

Even if the one from the Green family came, he would never know everything about the soul centipede better than him.

And now,

it's time to solve the problem!

Wanfo Temple - Diamond Seal!

He formed a seal with both hands and blasted the soul centipede that merged with his body from the outside to the inside, and the fierce force burst out in the subtle places.

"Bang!"

The soul centipede trembled violently.

Carl's face turned pale, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. The life source immediately replenished the lost breath.

"Zizi..."

The soul centipede with a third-level level also understood that it was a critical moment and began to struggle frantically.

Even if he died,

he would drag the person his master wanted to kill to death together!

"What a beast!"

Karl's eyes widened, he shouted angrily, dozens of tentacles suddenly extended from his back, turned into handprints and pounced forward.

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Twelve consecutive strikes!

"Bang!"

"Bang Bang!"

"..."

"Puff!"

Karl vomited blood, his spirit instantly withered, and the soul centipede in his body suddenly stiffened and fell into rigidity.

"Come again!"

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Thirty-six consecutive strikes!

The palm shadows fell from the sky, and in an instant, Carl was completely submerged, and the extremely strong power poured into the flesh.

This blow fell on the flesh without any resistance.

If he had not cultivated the source of life, even if he had a silver body, he would have been disabled.

Now...

Karl collapsed directly to the ground, his eyes were confused, his body twitched slightly, but he still retained some life energy.

Under him, a finger-sized red centipede curled up and trembled constantly.

"Heh..."

Karl struggled to get up and found an object to pack up the soul centipede:

"After more than three years, I finally got rid of you."

"I thought it would take ten or eight years, but it was so fast. It seems that pressure is motivation."

If the soul centipede hadn't threatened his life all the time, Karl would never have been able to cultivate the three-ring witchcraft life source so quickly.

Moreover, this time he not only cultivated witchcraft, but also refined the soul centipede into his own killer weapon with a little refining.

It can only be said that misfortune brings blessing.

"Next..."

"The seventh level of the Holy Demon Transformation!"