Wizard, I have a different world

The mist dispersed, and the stars gathered.

Carl's figure appeared on the mysterious stone chair engraved with ancient patterns.

Excitement, anxiety, urgency..., all these emotions were suppressed by absolute rationality in an instant.

His expression was indifferent, his brown eyes were calm, and he took out a book from his arms slowly.

"Poison Wolf Breathing Method"!

Breathing methods are divided into ordinary and secret methods.

Anyone can practice ordinary breathing methods, and the level of achievement depends on the talent and fate of the practitioner.

Secret breathing methods are also called blood breathing methods, and only those with specific bloodlines can practice them.

The guardian knights of the Holy See and several ancient families in the kingdom all have their own secret breathing methods.

Generally speaking, those who practice ordinary breathing methods will have far lower future achievements than those who practice secret breathing methods.

Practicing ordinary breathing methods, being able to become a knight is already an outstanding talent, and it is almost impossible to become a great knight.

Not to mention legendary knights!

However, the families that practice secret breathing methods have never lacked top powerhouses.

This is why, for hundreds of years, the top of the kingdom has been firmly controlled by several ancient families.

The Church with its holy guardian knights is even more high and mighty.

From ancient times to the present, the top knights have never been civilians.

"Life Seed!"

"Secret Medicine?"

Opening the book, with the help of his exaggerated understanding ability under absolute rationality, Carl quickly absorbed the essence of the Poison Wolf Breathing Method and determined that there was generally no problem with the breathing method.

The principle of the breathing method is to condense the seeds of life in the human body through various means.

The vitality contained in the seeds of life feeds back to the body, allowing the strength and speed of the practitioner to far exceed the limits of ordinary people.

Eventually, it can reach the level of resisting tigers, tearing jackals with hands, and even comparable to the ancient beasts in legends.

The secret medicine is a means of assisting practice.

Carl doesn't know about other breathing methods, but if there is no secret medicine, the Poison Wolf Breathing Method cannot even be started, but once you get started, your dependence on the secret medicine will be greatly reduced until it is no longer needed.

Turn to the records about the secret medicine.

"A pair of fresh wolf eyeballs, 50 grams of wolf brain, snake grass, ruby ​​spider poison sac..."

"No wonder it's so cheap!"

"Though these things are not rare, it's almost impossible to collect them in the forbidden Black City, so naturally there's no way to practice the breathing method."

Closing the book, Carl thought, his body gradually became ethereal, and he returned to his residence in Signo City.

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The things needed for the secret medicine are not rare, and they can be bought on Rouen Street, but they are very scattered and need to go to many shops.

And things like wolf eyeballs and brain are also very strange to buy separately, which is easy to attract attention.

When Carl gathered all the things, he had been busy for half a day, and the sun moved westward and gradually set.

"Bang..."

"Puff!"

"Add water, wait until the ruby ​​spider poison sac melts, put in a wolf eyeball, and poke it with a needle..."

In the kitchen.

Carl held the book in one hand, opened the part about making secret medicine, and boiled it according to the records on it.

Various grass stems and special parts of unknown creatures were mixed together and rolled back and forth in the boiling water.

The pungent smell spread.

Especially after the poison sac melted, the smoke rose, and the whole kitchen seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Carl concentrated his attention and did not dare to be careless.

He was not a qualified chef, and he did not know how to mix medicines, so he could only follow the gourd.

"That..."

Just then, a subtle voice sounded from behind:

"Baron Carl?"

"Mrs. Mary." Carl paused and turned to look over:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh!"

Looking at the surrounding environment, he suddenly realized:

"Did I disturb you?"

"It's okay, I don't care." The landlady Mary waved her hand hurriedly, and said a little embarrassedly:

"It's just... Jenny is about to take the singing group exam, can you keep your voice down."

Then:

"If you want to do anything, just leave it to me."

The messy noises, pungent smells, and thick smoke in the kitchen made it difficult for people to calm down.

"Like this." Carl tapped his forehead:

"I'm wrong, I actually forgot this, like this..."

He thought for a moment and said:

"I'll finish what I have in hand first, and I'll change places next time, so I won't disturb Jenny."

"Thank you, thank you!" Mary hurriedly thanked:

"If it's cooking, just leave it to me, you don't have to do it yourself."

"Not cooking." Carl shook his head and refused the other party's help:

"It will be ready soon."

"Then... okay."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Mary had to retract her step into the kitchen and return to the room.

Mary's husband died early, she did not follow her husband's surname, and her family relatives were all lower-class civilians.

She lived alone with her daughter for many years, and her life was difficult.

Now Jenny has the opportunity to be admitted to the Barrow Singing Group, and may even be integrated into the aristocratic class in the future.

This opportunity is definitely not to be missed.

Carl's thoughts turned, and seeing that the secret medicine was about to be finished, he hurriedly took out the prepared glass bottle and poured it into it.

The dark red liquid rolled in the glass bottle, and when he got close to sniff it, there was a clear smell of blood.

Secret medicine!

Finished.

And such a large amount is enough to be divided into three portions, which should be more than enough for the entry-level practice.

Mysterious place.

Carl crossed his legs together, twisted his body into a weird posture, and adjusted his breathing according to the method.

"Gurgle..."

A secret medicine was poured into his mouth.

Not long after.

A layer of sweat appeared on the surface of his skin, veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, and his breathing became rapid.

Carl felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and the beating of his heart seemed to break through the restriction of the chest cavity.

The blood surged in his body, and he could even hear the sound of "gurgling".

Hungry!

Hungry!

So hungry!

He opened his eyes suddenly, put away his movements, and quickly picked up the milk, meat pie, and jam prepared on the side.

Under absolute rationality, even if every cell in his body was rebelling, his expression still changed.

As the nutrition of food was taken in, the hunger gradually subsided.

"Three meals' worth!"

"It seems that when practicing breathing techniques, the digestive capacity of the stomach and intestines will be greatly improved. I swallowed a lot of food so quickly, but I didn't feel bloated, and my spirit became more active."

Standing up, Carl picked up the broadsword and swung it, and a sense of ease that surpassed the past came to his mind.

Strength,

Increased!

Just one attempt, the first practice, and I can clearly feel the changes in my body.

"Swish!"

Vertical chop!

The broadsword stopped steadily.

Carl rushed forward with the sword in both hands, and the broadsword rolled up a strong wind.

Furious attack!

Iron Gate Style!

Combat Skill-Fierce Wind Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air, slashing through the void in front of him, with a faint sword whistle.

"Three afterimages?"

"My grandfather was born with supernatural power. He could kill the knight's squire without practicing breathing techniques, but he could only cut out three afterimages."

"I am now not much worse than he was back then."

Putting away the broadsword, Carl touched his chin.

With absolute rationality, he would not have an ecstatic expression, and everything was calculated clearly.

But this time, the practice of the Fierce Wind Sword Technique was obviously much smoother than before.

In the past, performing swordsmanship was like a child wielding a sword. Although it could be performed, it was too strenuous.

It always felt a bit forced.

Now.

There is no such feeling anymore.

"Knight Squire!"

"Now I am also a Knight Squire!"