Wizard, I have a different world

Even so, Karl still took out the blasphemous potion and drank it in one gulp.

Even if it is the blood of the evil god, he is not afraid of it. Instead, it can be converted into source matter to increase his own strength.

But it's a pity.

The evil god substance in the blasphemous potion does not contain source matter.

When Karl swallowed it, it was not to change his body with the help of medicine, but to refine it with the three-pan exercise.

The three-pan gong mastery of transformation can completely evolve into an advanced state with the help of the contents of the potion.

On grade.

The complete version of Sanpan Gong is at the lowest level of fifth level, which may be higher than the evil god's 'Pale Wings'.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Karl's eyes suddenly opened.

His pupils turned pitch black silently, like a passage leading to hell, his hair also turned silver, and even his facial features and body shape changed to a certain extent.

Monster!

Beautiful!

…

The fighting spirit coming out of the body is more like strands of pale white ribbons, exuding an aura that swallows up all life.

A pair of wings vaguely appeared behind him.

Pale Wings!

After moving his hands and feet, Karl whispered:

"In this way, we should be able to hide it from the higher-ups of the church, right?"

After calming down, his eyes fell on his data panel.

Name: Carl

Physique: 49.6

Mental strength: 50.3

Sephiroth: 416

Level: Level 2 Holy Knight, Level 3 Wizard

Abyss bloodline fusion degree: 85%

The more than 400 source materials on the data panel gave Karl an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

Even at a ratio of twenty to one, so many sources of essence can still make mental power break through the seventy mark.

That is, the wizard in the middle stage of the third ring!

However, he is not in a hurry to increase his cultivation at the moment.

As soon as it comes,

It has always been more difficult to increase one's cultivation level, so it is relatively more cost-effective to use it later.

Secondly,

Since he advanced to the third-ring wizard, the bloodline fusion of the Abyss Squid has been rapidly improving, and his physique has also become stronger. At this time, it is not appropriate to interrupt this progress by using source matter to increase his cultivation level.

"We will wait until the bloodline fusion reaches 100%, the physique exceeds 50, and we become a forbidden knight."

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Royal city.

There was a heavy snowstorm yesterday, covering the whole city with thick winter clothes.

Ruts pressed against the snow on the road, and residents on both sides of the street could be seen clearing the snow in front of their homes.

"Xu..."

Bastin waved the reins to stop the carriage, took out a stool and a cloak to help Karl get out of the carriage.

Stepping on the low stool, Karl landed and looked at the manor in front of him.

Different from his manor on the outskirts of the city, this is an area close to the core of the royal city, so every inch of land is precious.

To be able to build such a luxurious manor here, one can imagine the power and wealth of the owner.

"Count Connie."

A middle-aged priest came over:

"You're here."

"Yeah." Karl nodded, followed the other person into the manor, and asked:

"When did Earl Jeff appear in his current situation?"

"Half a year ago." Swinburne is the priest on this street and a subordinate of Ray Miller.

He opened his mouth and explained:

"Earl Jeff went out half a year ago. When he came back, he didn't want to eat or drink, and his energy became worse and worse."

"I cast magical spells on him and invited doctors to come for diagnosis and treatment, but the effect has not been good."

"Bishop Louis came here a few days ago and said that you might have a solution."

As he said that, he looked at Karl with a little curiosity.

Even magic and top doctors can't treat a disease, so why can this young earl cure it?

However, he did not dare to question what Bishop Louis said.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Stepping on the thick snow, making an orderly sound, the two of them arrived at a greenhouse under the guidance of the manor's servant.

There was a soft cave in the middle of the greenhouse, and an old man with gray hair was lying on it, breathing weakly.

Karl's eyes looked strange:

"Earl Jeff?"

"Yes." The priest sighed:

"He is Earl Jeff. The Earl is only thirty years old this year, but he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies."

"Yeah." Karl took a step forward, glanced at it casually and said:

"Did you add permanent magic to him?"

Although magical spells are magical, most of them don't last long. Only by paying a huge price can the magical spells be permanent on the body.

For example, the blessing of the goddess of fate on Karl is a constant divine spell of up to fifth or even sixth level.

The same is true for Earl Jeff's divine magic, but it is of a very low level, only a first-level life blessing, but even this is extremely rare.

"yes."

The priest responded and spoke in a low voice:

"The Duke requested it."

Duke?

Carl understood.

Earl Jeff has a good father. He is one of the four current dukes in the kingdom, and he has the blood of God flowing through him.

However, unlike the Grand Dukes of other worlds, the Grand Dukes of this world are used to living a pampered life. Except for a few Grand Dukes of the Kingdom of Cologne, there are few Grand Dukes of other countries who have third-level taboo knights.

To know.

The Grand Duke was a legendary 'creature' when he was born, and with a little effort, he became a second-level holy knight.

"Weak in body and weak in spirit."

After a brief inspection, Karl nodded and said:

"I almost understand."

"Then..." the priest said:

"How does the count plan to treat it?"

"The patient's condition is too strange. I need to go back and think about it carefully. I can't give you an answer for the time being." Carl said:

"I will come back in a few days when I think it through."

"This..." The priest hesitated:

"Okay then!"

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On the way back, Carl sat in the carriage, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Witchcraft..."

Only witchcraft can torture a count into that state under the protection of divine magic.

Fortunately, Count Jeff himself has the strength of a great knight, and he also has the divine magic cast by the priest, otherwise he would have died a few years ago.

There must be an ulterior motive for casting witchcraft on a count with a duke background.

"Ouch..."

Bastin suddenly stopped the carriage and yelled at the person who was blocking the road:

"What's wrong with you?"

"The road is slippery after the snow, and you suddenly appeared. What if I don't have time to stop the car and hit someone?"

"Okay." Carl said in the carriage:

"Let someone in."

"Huh?" Bastin was stunned, and saw that the person who blocked the road had jumped onto the carriage and slid into the carriage.

The action was extremely flexible.

"Count Connie."

The person who entered the carriage took off his hat, revealing delicate and beautiful facial features. It turned out to be a beautiful woman. The person smiled and said:

"I have heard of your name for a long time, but this is the first time I see you today. My name is Yula, Jeff's sister."

"Ms. Yula." Carl looked at the person who came. He didn't seem surprised by the other party's sudden visit. He just examined the other party and said:

"I didn't expect that you are a legendary knight."

"For people like us, it is not that difficult to become a legend." Yula smiled:

"Even if the blood is thin."

"It is like my brother, who has not made much progress in strength since birth. He is an outlier."

Carl nodded.

Yula also has the blood of the Grand Duke. Although she is not a legendary creature at birth, she is not bad. She only needs to practice hard to advance to the legendary level.

After all, their blood does not have the limit of breaking through the realm.

"Miss Yura wants to ask me about Count Jeff?"

"Yes."

Yula nodded, looking at him strangely:

"I didn't expect that there was a formal wizard living in the royal city, and someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Carl said:

"The one who cursed Count Jeff?"

He shook his head gently:

"I am a white wizard, abide by the agreement between the gods and wizards, and will not attack ordinary people on this continent, but someone obviously broke the rules."

"Count Connie." Yura frowned:

"Maybe..."

"Someone did this on purpose? Did you go to my brother's manor and see his wife? Was there no one to receive him? Even if you cured him, how much reward would you get?"

"Hmm..." Carl pondered:

"So, it was you who wanted to plunder Jeff's blood?"

Yula did not comment, and said:

"Count Connie, there is a wizard association in the royal city, I wonder if you are interested in being the vice president of the association?"