Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 231 Taking the bait
The practice of a second-ring wizard mainly relies on sensing and absorbing astral energy to strengthen his own mental strength.

There are many tricks involved.

He simply followed the method of a first-ring wizard, forcing his mind to act with force, which was extremely inefficient.

This is also the reason why Carl's progress is slow.

"Luckily there was a trade fair, otherwise it would take me a long time to find the right way if I had to figure it out on my own."

'The Path of a Wizard...'

'It's essential to communicate with people who share the same path! '

Carl's thoughts turned, and he used the wizard tower he was in to sense the vast starry sky and absorb the energy of the starry sky according to the law.

Every wizard wants to have a wizard tower of his own.

Without exception!

Don't mention anything else.

If there is no wizard tower, and you have to rely on yourself to sense the astral realm, it will be troublesome and the progress will be slow.

With the wizard tower.

It is equivalent to opening a shortcut, and the practice is extremely smooth, as if with divine help.

not to mention!
"My wizard tower is a second-level one. If you practice here, your speed will be several times faster than that of an ordinary second-level wizard."

'Not only that……'

"I still have fragments of the divine domain!"

The inner sea of ​​spirit absorbs astral energy through the wizard tower.

The fragments of the divine realm deep in the spiritual sea can also help Carl absorb the energy of the astral realm to strengthen his spiritual power.

and so……

It is equivalent to him having two sources of cultivation.

Moreover, the progress of cultivation in each area is several times that of ordinary people, and it is even more exaggerated when added together.

ten times!
Carl's cultivation progress at this time is ten times that of an ordinary second-ring wizard, and it is very likely even more.

'The life span of a second-ring wizard is 500 years. Generally speaking, when a first-ring wizard advances to the second-ring, he is already over 100 years old, and his remaining life span is less than 400 years.'

"According to my estimation, a second-level wizard needs to practice without food or drink for one or two hundred years to reach the middle stage."

'After becoming a second-ring wizard, you need to learn the corresponding knowledge, construct second-ring magic, build a wizard tower, and maintain the wizard family. It is also impossible to live without food and drink...'

'So most of the second-ring wizards are in the early second-ring stage, and there are very few in the middle or even late second-ring stage. Even if there are any, they must be three or four hundred years old, unless they are wizards from big forces like the Sixth Ring Tower.'

"And I..."

Carl's eyes lit up:

"ten years!"

"It only takes ten years for me to become a mid-level second-ring wizard. Even if my progress becomes slower later on, I can still reach the perfection of the second ring within a hundred years."

The future is expected!

There's nothing much to say about this, just go for it!
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Thanks to the success of the first trade fair, especially the many good things that Carl showed off.

At the second trade fair three months later, nearly twenty people came.

Among them was a first-ring late-stage wizard.

But unfortunately,
To his surprise, the wizard who was suspected to be related to the fire demon Wells did not show up.

Another three months.

Carl has upgraded the grade of Thunder Wings and Thundergod's Wrath to the second level.

The flying speed and flexibility of Thunder Wings are greatly improved.

Thundergod's Wrath can make you immune to the third-level death judgment and weaken the success rate of the fourth-level death judgment.

It also has great resistance to mental attacks.

In addition,

He completely mastered the second-ring witchcraft - Water of Life, and tried to construct the second-ring witchcraft - Shattered Ice Thousands of Feet.

He was getting closer and closer to completely mastering the Dream Orb.

By then, he can control his way out of the Dream Market and fly away with the Dream Orb.

Do not!
Wherever Carl is, holding the orb, there is the Dream Market.

all in all……

Now he is already a genuine early second-ring wizard.

Not only does he master the corresponding witchcraft, he also has a second-level staff, as well as trump cards such as the wizard tower and strange objects.

The number of participants in the third trade fair soared to fifty, and the venue was bustling and lively.

"You can collect money at the next trade fair."

Karl told Evangeline:
"Everyone who wants to participate will be charged an entrance fee of 500 magic stones. No random person can be allowed in."

"Look, even wizard apprentices are here. What can they afford?"

"Ah!" Evangeline was surprised:
"But five hundred magic stones... isn't that a bit too much?"

She was also a first-ring wizard, and she knew very well that five hundred magic stones was not a small amount of money for a wizard.

at least,

Not enough to buy a ticket.

You know, not every wizard attending the meeting can buy the right thing. If not, wouldn’t it be a waste of five hundred magic stones?

"More?" Carl sneered:
"You don't understand the mentality of those who come to the trade fair. They don't care about the 500 magic stones entrance fee at all."

"On the contrary, the more money you pay, the more they approve of you!"

"I have defeated powerful wizards from the Six Ring Tower. I guarantee their absolute safety here. I will not ask about their identities or origins. I also have all kinds of witchcraft materials available for trade..."

"Five hundred is too much?" "I'm telling you, from now on not only will each person receive five hundred magic stones, but the number of people will also be limited, to a maximum of thirty-six. Once the number of people is reached, no one will be allowed to come even if they want to. You have to wait in line for three months..."

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Evangeline was stunned.

Is this possible?
"Master." She didn't dare to question and could only whisper:

"Why is it limited to thirty-six people?"

Does this number have any specific meaning?
"I'd love to!" Carl said:
"Don't look so worried. In addition to the number of people and the entrance fee, those who want to come must verify their capital!"

"Capital verification?"

"Yes!" Carl nodded:
"Don't come if you don't have five thousand magic stones, or something valuable worth five thousand magic stones."

"This is just the beginning. Ten thousand magic stones will be needed as a base in the future!"

"I want to create a top-notch trade fair in the Magic Forest. Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry can get in."

"Um……"

"You should pay more attention to your image in the future and learn some etiquette from the people below. When they see that the people guarding the gate are official wizards, and make the invitation letter more exquisite, they will care about the mere 500 magic stones..."

"There are also amusement parks and a few gambling tables..."

"That's how rich people think. Emotional value! You have to satisfy their emotional values, understand?"

"As long as we give them face, what does a few hundred magic stones mean?"

The more Karl spoke, the more excited he became, and he kept talking; Evangeline felt more and more uncomfortable as she listened, and her face was filled with embarrassment.

She felt that her master's ideas were too wild and fanciful.

"All right."

Karl waved his hand: "You go down."

"Okay!" Evangeline breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and quickly retreated.

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The owner of the Dream Market is 'Connie'. Carl changes his appearance slightly and appears at the fair again.

but,

This time he blended into the crowd as a participant.

"friend."

Coming to a private stall, Carl squatted down and looked at the things the other party had placed on the ground.

Pick up one of them at random:
"How to sell it?"

"This is the whip of the three-ringed creature Balrog. It can change size and ignite flames. It has a great blessing effect on fire wizards." The vendor looked up and said with a smile:

"Now we're selling it for a big discount. We'll only need 6,000 magic stones to sell it!"

"Heh..." Carl chuckled:
"If it is really the Flame Demon's whip, even 60,000 magic stones wouldn't be expensive, let alone 6,000."

"But this thing is just a magical item woven from flame grass. It can't even be considered an inherited magical weapon..."

"Fifty magic stones!"

"You are robbing me!" The vendor's face changed drastically, but he did not continue to bluff people with his exorbitant price:

"How can this not be considered an inherited magical weapon? Three hundred magic stones, no less."

"Fifty magic stones." Carl insisted.
"No more!"

"two hundred!"

"Fifty!"

……

"I'm convinced by you." The vendor looked helpless:
"Fifty is fifty. Take it."

"Thank you." Carl smiled, reached out to pick up the flaming whip, and tried to swing it a few times.

"Friend." The vendor reminded:

"The flaming grass is half insect and half grass, so don't keep it in the storage space for a long time before it is completely refined. Take it out from time to time to let it breathe."

"clear."

Carl waved his hand and walked away.

In the following time, he continued to wander around the trade fair, buying various magical materials one after another.

In just one day, nearly two thousand magic stones were distributed.

'Is this the time to take the bait?'

the other side.

The vendor put away his things and walked over to a wizard who was pacing around with a grass root in his mouth, examining the items on the stall.

"Tas!"

"The stuff has been sold."

"Yeah." Tas nodded.
"I saw it. He should be a fire wizard of the natural school. He seems to have some connection with me."

"Yes." The vendor whispered:

"That person is very rich and his actions are very bold. He doesn't seem like a wanderer without any background."

Most wanderers are very cautious and will not be as reckless as the other party, and their attitude is not as relaxed.

"Maybe..." Tas thought for a moment and smiled:
"It doesn't matter. He's just one of the targets. Keep going."

"Yes."

The vendor agreed, said goodbye and left.

(End of this chapter)