Wizard, I have a different world

Karl was lying on the bed, his body wrapped in soft quilts, his face pale and allowing the doctor to examine him.

"No problem."

After the examination, the doctor put away the stethoscope and said slowly:

"The Earl is just old, and his body will inevitably be a little weak when encountering special weather. Especially the internal organs function is far inferior to that of young people. If you take good care of it in the future, you will be fine."

"Um."

Karl closed his eyes and said in a weak voice:

"Send the doctor away."

"yes."

The butler Terry should be there and arrange the carriage to take the doctor back to the city.

Only Abe was left in the room.

As Karl's 'apprentice', he has a special status in the manor and can barely be regarded as half the master.

"count."

Abe spoke in a low voice:

"The things in the basement have been cleaned up, and the monster...the evil spirit has disappeared."

Only he knew why Karl became like this.

The sudden lethargy, fatigue and drowsiness must be related to the existence that disappeared from the basement.

However, the evil spirit in the basement has existed for hundreds of years, and the fact that the Earl was able to get rid of it shows how powerful he is.

"Um."

Karl nodded slowly:

"Abbey."

"exist."

"I kept you in the manor just to help me seal away the evil spirit in the basement. Now that it is gone, you should consider where to go next."

"ah?"

Abe's face turned pale.

Although Karl rarely taught him knowledge, a few casual words and random books could solve his problems in practice.

In just a few months, Abe has successfully constructed a zero-ring witchcraft and is steadily moving towards becoming an intermediate wizard apprentice, something he had never dared to imagine before.

It is completely different from practicing with the ‘teacher’ before.

Karl didn't intend to keep him by his side forever, so he closed his eyes and said:

"Do you know Black Swamp?"

"I've heard of it." Abe's eyes moved slightly:

"Some wizard apprentices said that it is a holy place for wizards to practice, and many people practice there."

"Holy land?" Karl laughed:

"This statement is not wrong. The Black Swamp is indeed the only way to the Holy Land."

He raised his finger, and several books appeared on the edge of the bed.

"You have also been learning witchcraft from me for a while, so consider these witchcraft books as a parting gift."

"Go to the Black Swamp. If one day you can get the qualification to go to Kalim Continent, come back and see me. But remember not to tell others that you have learned witchcraft from me. No one can, unless you don't want to go. That so-called holy place.”

"Earl!" Abe's face turned pale.

"Go and clean up." Karl waved his hand:

"You can't learn anything from me."

"...Yes." Abe gritted his teeth and stepped back step by step with unwillingness in his heart.

Carl's face was expressionless.

Under the Lich's desperate counterattack, his inner spirit suffered severe trauma, which was difficult to repair in a short period of time. During this period, he naturally could not move as much as he could.

"Never underestimate other wizards, especially a three-ring wizard who has lived for countless years."

"It's just a ray of remnant soul, and it almost capsized my boat in the gutter. Fortunately, the harvest is not bad."

'Swallowing' the remnant soul of Lich Addison allowed him to directly acquire a fourth-level bloodline wizard inheritance.

Through the remnant souls, I gained some understanding of the situation on the Kalim continent.

in addition,

Lich cultivation method...

‘It’s a pity that the three rounds of work given by Mevia are not complete. Unless I have essence and blood, I can only transform into a lower-level existence. If I can become a lich, my lifespan can also be extended to a certain extent. ’

The lifespan of a lich is more than twice that of a normal wizard.

But it's not a big problem for Karl.

The three-ring wizard has a life span of thousands of years. He is not even a hundred years old now, but he can live for a long time in the future.

"Da da..."

"Enter!"

The door opened and the two women walked in one after the other.

Ray Miller, who transformed into the protagonist of Louis, walked in front, looking at Karl who couldn't move on the bed, his lips slightly raised:

"I heard that you are seriously ill. Do you need God's blessing?"

"..." Karl was speechless:

"No need."

Most magical spells are only useful to believers. If you don't believe in the gods, blessings will turn into punishments. Of course, Remiller knew that Karl was fine, and the reason why he asked this was just a prank.

"Earl." Charlene was also there. Naturally, she didn't know the reason. After hearing this, she persuaded:

“Bishop Louis’s blessing is something that many people can’t even imagine.”

"Yes." Karl sighed:

"It's too troublesome to call the doctor."

"It should be." Charlene bowed:

"Although the environment in the suburbs is good, it is not convenient to see a doctor. I heard that you were sick, so I brought a doctor here."

"Fortunately, Count, you are fine."

"I want to care so much." Karl nodded, and when he was about to say something, he looked towards Abe at the door.

"Have you packed it up?"

"Um."

Abbey responded, subconsciously glanced at Remiller, and then hurriedly looked away.

He knew that the protagonist was an angel, and the wizard apprentice was a pagan in the eyes of angels.

"I left a few things for you, ask Terry for them."

Karl waved his hand:

"Let's go!"

"..." Abe's eyes turned red:

"Thank you, instructor!"

This time, Carl did not deny it.

"Black Swamp."

Watching Abu leave, Remire's eyes flashed with divine light, and he turned to look at Carl and said:

"It seems that you still want to leave."

"Otherwise." Carl shrugged.

He asked Abe to go to the Black Swamp, naturally with the idea of ​​letting him find out the news and find an opportunity to go to the Kalim Continent.

Sharin looked confused and couldn't hear the meaning of the two people's words. To them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor.

Carl asked:

"You came back from the front line, how is the situation?"

Remire's face sank.

Very bad!

The army of the God of the Sun won repeatedly on the battlefield, and even the angels could not save the situation.

The key is...

The other gods said they were helping with all their strength, but in fact they were watching the Lord of the Dawn gradually weaken.

Stupid!

Even Remire could see that if the God of the Sun won, he would never let other gods go.

Unifying the divine domain is His goal!

"I came to ask you for a few things."

"No problem."

Karl smiled:

"You can exchange things, especially the things above."

"...Okay!" Remiele gritted her teeth and agreed:

"I need some time to raise money."

The second-level talisman made by Karl is quite powerful, especially the life-saving things, which are very useful at critical moments.

As for the things above...

They are naturally artifacts in the God's Domain.

The source material that Karl needs is related to the gods, and the artifacts in the God's Domain usually contain a certain amount of source material.

"Hmm..."

Looking at Remiele, Karl thought:

"You are not a middleman, are you?"

Remiele flipped through the silver.

She is indeed doing it.

Even angels don't want to die, and wizards' things are very useful in some cases.

"Miss Charlene."

Karl shook his head, looked at Charlene who had been puzzled, and said:

"My health is getting worse and worse. I don't think I can hold on for much longer. I plan to publish a notice in the newspaper."

"In Signo City, I have a junior named Connie. I hope he can come here to take over my property and title."

"Count." Charlene advised:

"You will be fine."

Seeing Karl's insistence, he could only nod:

"Okay!"

"I will arrange a notice in the next issue of the newspaper. I hope your junior can see it."

Remire's face was full of sarcasm.

She knew very well that Karl could not die at all. He probably wanted to create a new identity for himself.