Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 280 Seriously ill
Carl was lying on the bed, his body wrapped in soft bedding, his face pale as he allowed the doctor to examine him.

"no problem."

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

"The Earl is just old. It is inevitable that his body will be a little weak when encountering special weather conditions. Especially the function of his internal organs is far inferior to that of young people. He will be fine if he takes good care of himself in the future."

"Ah."

Carl closed his eyes and spoke weakly:

"Send the doctor away."

"Yes."

Terry, the butler, agreed and arranged for a carriage to take the doctor back to the city.

Abe was the only one left in the room.

As Carl's 'apprentice', he had a special status in the manor and could barely be considered half the owner.

"count."

Abe whispered:
"The things in the basement have been cleared, and the monster... the evil spirit has disappeared."

He was the only one who knew why Carl became like this.

The sudden feeling of listlessness, fatigue and sleepiness must be related to the disappearance of the entity in the basement.

However, the evil spirit in the basement had existed for hundreds of years, and the fact that the Count was able to get rid of it showed how powerful he was.

"Ah."

Carl nodded slowly:

"Abe."

"exist."

"I kept you at the manor to help me seal the evil spirit in the basement. Now that it's gone, it's time for you to think about where to go next."

"what?"

Abe's face turned pale.

Although Carl seldom taught him knowledge, a few casual words and books he gave him 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, which was something he had never dared to think of before.

It is completely different from the previous practice with the 'mentor'.

Karl didn't intend to keep him by his side forever, so he closed his eyes and said:
"Do you know the Black Swamp?"

"I've heard of it." Abei'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?" Carl laughed.
"That's not wrong. 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 also studied witchcraft with me for a while. These witchcraft books are your parting gift."

"Go to Black Swamp. If one day you are qualified to go to the continent of Kalim, come back to see me. But remember not to tell others that you learned witchcraft from me. No one can tell anyone, unless you don't want to go to that so-called holy land."

"Count!" Abe turned pale.

"Go clean it up." Carl waved his hand:
"You can no longer learn anything from me."

"...Yes." Abei gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling, lowered his head and retreated step by step.

Carl had a blank expression.

Under the desperate counterattack of the lich, his inner sea of ​​spirit suffered serious trauma, which could not be repaired in a short time. During this period, he naturally had to stay still if possible.

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

"It was just a remnant soul, but it almost caused me to capsize. Fortunately, the harvest was not bad."

'Swallowing' the residual soul of the lich Addison allowed him to directly obtain a fourth-level bloodline wizard inheritance.

He also gained some understanding of the situation on the continent of Kalim through the residual soul.

in addition,

Lich cultivation method...

'It's a pity that the three-disk power that Meivia gave me is incomplete. Unless I have essence and blood, I can only transform into a lower-level existence. If I can become a lich, my life span can 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 Carl.

The lifespan of a three-ring wizard is up to a thousand years. He is less than a hundred years old now, so he can live for a long time in the future.

"Da da……"

"Enter!"

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

Ray Miller, who was transformed into Louis, walked in front, looking at Carl who was unable to move on the bed, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:
"I heard that you are seriously ill. Do you need God's blessing?"

"..." Karl was speechless:
"No need."

Most divine arts are only useful to believers. If you don't believe in gods, the blessing will become a punishment. Of course, Remiel knew that Carl was fine, and the reason he asked this was just a prank.

"Count." Charlene was there too. She naturally didn't know the reason, so she heard the words and advised:
"Bishop Louis's blessing is something many people wish for but cannot obtain." "Yes." Carl sighed:
"I'm sorry to bother you with calling the doctor."

"It's my duty." Charlene bowed.
"Although the suburbs are good, it is not convenient to see a doctor. I heard that you were sick, so I brought a doctor here."

"I am glad you are all right, Count."

"I care so much." Carl nodded, and when he was about to say something, his eyes turned to Abe who was standing at the door.

"Packed up?"

"Ah."

Abe agreed, subconsciously glanced at Remiel, and then hurriedly looked away.

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

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

Carl waved his hand:

"Let's go!"

"..." Abei's eyes turned red:
"Thank you, instructor!"

This time, Carl did not deny it.

"Black Swamp."

After watching Abu leave, Ray Miller's eyes flashed with a divine light, and he turned around and looked at Carl and said:
"It seems you still want to leave."

"No." Carl shrugged.

He asked Abe to go to the Black Swamp, naturally with the idea of ​​letting him gather information and look for opportunities to go to the continent of Kalim.

Charlene looked confused and could not understand the meaning of their words. To them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor.

Carl asked:
"How's it going since you came back from the front?"

Ray Miller's face darkened.

Very bad!

The army of the God of the Burning Sun won victory after victory 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 might, but in reality they were just watching the Lord of Dawn gradually weaken.

madness!

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

Unifying the divine realm is His goal!

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

"Easy to say."

Carl smiled:

"Just bring something in exchange, especially the things above."

"...Okay!" Remiler gritted his teeth and agreed:
“It will take me some time to raise the money.”

The second-order talisman made by Carl is quite powerful, especially for life-saving things, which are very useful at critical moments.

As for the stuff above...

Nature is an artifact in the divine realm.

The source material that Carl needs is related to the gods, and the artifacts in the divine realm usually contain a certain amount of source material.

"Well……"

Looking at Ray Miller, Carl thought:
"You're not acting as a middleman, are you?"

Ray Miller flipped through the silver.

She is indeed doing it.

Even angels don't want to die, and wizard stuff is useful in certain situations.

"Ms. 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 put a notice in the newspaper."

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

"Count." Charlene advised:
"You'll be fine."

Seeing Karl’s insistence, he could only nod:

"can!"

"I will arrange an announcement in the next issue of the newspaper. I hope your junior will see it."

Remire's face was full of sarcasm.

But she knew very well that Karl could not die at all, and he probably wanted to create a new identity for himself.

(End of this chapter)