Wizard, I have a different world

The broken crimson moon still hangs high in the sky, and it has never changed regardless of day or night.

But the gray fog that enveloped the entire Black City has become thinner and almost indistinguishable.

A few people can be seen on the empty streets in the past.

It's true!

Today of every month is the safety day of Black City. Not only will the half-dead creatures not appear, but the underground miners will also get a short rest.

"Huh..."

Karl exhaled a long breath, tightened the things in his hands, and headed straight to the Laka Market.

The danger of Black City is not only the half-dead creatures.

There are also living people!

The safety day in January brings a much larger flow of people into the market than usual, and the noisy voices can be heard from afar.

Karl squeezed through the crowd, stopped in front of the stall, and frowned:

"Where is Cologne?"

This is Cologne's permanent stall, but now the stall owner has been replaced by a skinny teenager.

"Do you know Uncle Cologne?"

The boy looked up, stopped tidying up the stall, rubbed his hands and said:

"Uncle has something to do and left temporarily. I will help take care of the stall. If you need anything, just tell me."

"You?"

Under the hood of the cloak, Carl's eyes were suspicious.

The "stall owner" in front of him was too young, and his ribs could be seen under his shabby clothes.

Although the boy looked eager and eager to prove himself, it was a pity that his image was too hard to gain trust.

"Carl!"

At this time, Cologne's voice sounded from not far away:

"I knew you would definitely come today."

He walked quickly to the front, grabbed Carl's arm, and pulled him to an empty corner.

Without waiting for Carl to speak, he whispered:

"There is a way to learn the breathing method!"

"Oh!"

Carl's eyes lit up, and he didn't even care about the other person's pungent bad breath:

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe..." Cologne laughed softly, and took out a book directly from his arms:

"In order to get this breathing method, I spent all the money I have accumulated in the past few years. Fortunately, that person was in a hurry to get money to leave Black City, otherwise there would be no way to get it."

"Of course, we are all acquaintances, and the price is negotiable."

Carl looked at the book in the other person's hand, and felt his heart pounding. For a moment, he even had the urge to kill someone and steal the treasure.

Breathing method!

This is a magical method that can allow ordinary people to have extraordinary powers!

"Just right."

After calming down, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and put down the things on his body one by one:

"I also brought a lot of good things this time."

"Compressed beef canned meat, a total of 32 pounds, can be kept fresh for at least one year, and there is also high-quality fresh milk, all of which are good things brought from outside."

"Gulp..." Looking at the things in front of him, Cologne's throat rolled and his one eye shone.

Canned meat that can be kept fresh for a year can be sold at a sky-high price in the underground mine.

Fresh milk is even more hard currency.

It is true that life in the Black City is difficult, but there are also newborn babies. The importance of fresh milk to babies is self-evident.

"That..." Carl pointed:

"Can I take a look first?"

"Of course no problem." Cologne's eyes flickered, and he handed over the book, not forgetting to explain:

"There are a few more in my hand. You can't practice just by reading the book."

"Understood."

Carl nodded, took the book and opened it quickly.

It's true!

Although he had never practiced the breathing method, he knew many knights and servants, had heard a few words, and had specifically inquired about the breathing method.

He could distinguish the authenticity of the breathing method.

Poison Wolf Breathing Method!

It was a very common name, and the grade was probably not high, but as long as it was a breathing method, it was enough for him.

"Huh?"

Touching the traces of words on the page, Carl's eyes moved slightly:

"This word, was it written not long ago?"

"Yes."

Cologne nodded:

"But it doesn't affect it, right?"

"It doesn't affect it." Carl looked up and said slowly:

"It's just that it seems that the man not only sold the breathing method to you, but also to others."

Cologne's face changed.

Carl guessed correctly that the man's price was too high, and one person couldn't afford it at all.

So he simply copied a few books of breathing methods and sold them to several people.

"We are old friends, I won't hide it from you." Cologne said:

"There are indeed sellers in the market who sell the Poison Wolf Breathing Method like me, but can you be sure that the one you bought from them is the complete version?"

"Although I have never practiced the breathing method, I also know that a mistake in a word of the method may cause death."

He said firmly:

"I haven't made any changes to this copy!"

Karl was silent.

Indeed.

His purpose was the breathing method, and it didn't matter where he bought it from, and even the price was not important.

Of course, he couldn't trust the other party completely.

"The breathing method is useless to me. We can negotiate the price. There is one more thing."

Cologne leaned forward and whispered:

"Do you want to leave Black City?"

"Leave Black City?" Carl raised his eyebrows:

"I can't afford Madam Butterfly's two thousand black stones."

"Not Madam Butterfly." Cologne waved his hand:

"I know a group of people who can secretly send people away from here to the nearby city of Vitelli. It only takes three hundred black stones."

"Secret road?" Carl's face changed. He had also heard of such rumors, but he had never thought of trying:

"If you are caught, you will die!"

From time to time, several corpses would be hung on the high wooden frame erected at the entrance of the market. Most of them were people trying to escape from the city.

"Dead person?" Cologne said sarcastically:

"In a place like this, what's the difference between living and dying? It's just morning and night."

Karl still shook his head.

He had a way out, but he didn't dare to give it a try, so he changed the topic and said:

"Let's talk about breathing techniques."

"That's fine!"

Colon sighed.

Soon after, the two negotiated a deal, and Colon waved to the boy at the stall.

"Her name is Aya. If I'm not here, you can find her. Even though she is so thin, she has a very flexible mind."

"Aya?" Karl looked at the other person:

"girl?"

"yes."

Aya rubbed her hands together and stared at him with her big eyes:

"Uncle, take care of my business in the future."

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Karl touched the book in his arms and felt his heart beating faster. After leaving the market, he hurried to his residence.

After waiting for a long time to finally get started with the breathing method, he couldn't wait.

"Um?"

"Peng!"

The sheathed broadsword collided with a wooden stick. Karl stepped back and steadied himself in front of the alley.

There are several dark shadows in the alley.

Two others were lying on the ground dying.

This seemed to be a murder scene, but he was just worried about being seen when he was passing by, so he attacked it secretly?

Unexpected disaster!

"A few."

Karl held the sword in his hand and slowly moved it back, and said solemnly:

"What's here has nothing to do with me, and I didn't see anything."

"Well..."

Among the crowd, a sturdy figure stepped out, his eyes falling on Karl, especially the broad sword.

"head!"

Someone whispered:

"Do you want to..."

"never mind."

The strong man's voice was dull and he waved his hand towards Karl:

"Let's go!"

Karl stepped back step by step, waited until he was a little far away, turned around, accelerated and ran wildly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"head."

In the alley, a person said:

"That person probably has never practiced breathing techniques. It's not difficult to stay."

"No need."

The strong man spoke:

"His movements with the sword are very steady, so he may not be without means, and the bulging sleeves may contain hidden arrows."

"The key is..."

"I don't have anything on me. I won't gain anything by killing him. There's no need to take unnecessary risks. I just want to clean up this place."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, holding a long sword dripping with blood and heading towards the person on the ground, raising his hand to stab.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.