Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 281 Trading
half a month later.

Connie Bergman saw the news in the newspaper by chance, and rushed to the royal city to reunite with his grandfather Carl Bergman. The News Daily even followed up on the incident.

of course.

Connie and Carl are the same person. With Carl's means, it is easy for him to create an illusion to confuse others.

The only one who saw through it, Ray Miller, did not intend to expose it.

A few more days passed.

The 'seriously ill' Count Karl closed his eyes one morning.

With the help of others, 'Connie' held a funeral for the old earl, inherited the earl's title, and officially became the owner of the manor.

"Shut up!"

The coachman Bastin carefully parked the carriage and looked towards the carriage:

"Count, we have arrived at the church."

"Ah."

Karl nodded in response, lifted the car curtain and slowly walked down, glanced at the timid Bastin and smiled:

"You don't have to be so nervous. As the elder of the manor, I don't intend to dismiss or replace him."

After all, there is some fate between the two of them.

"Yes." Bastin was delighted. He didn't know that the young man in front of him was actually old Carl. He had been worried all this time.
"Thank you, Count. I will do my best in the future."

"You should do your job well." Karl straightened his clothes and said two sentences, neither light nor heavy:

"My grandfather's health was not very good before, and he seldom went out. As a result, you, as a coachman, are not even familiar with the roads in the royal city. This is a serious dereliction of duty."

"I will never do that again!" Bastin said hurriedly.
"I bought a map of the royal city and found a few colleagues to understand the road conditions. This kind of thing will never happen."

"That's good." Carl took out his cane, tapped the ground, and walked towards the church entrance.

The church's stone pillars are thick, supporting the sky.

The rough texture and dark brown color show how much time this building has gone through.

Old, simple, vast, majestic...

No building has ever given Carl this feeling. There must be other factors besides the building itself.

like……

Divine power?

There was a candle burning in a corner behind the column. A woman was kneeling in front of the candle, praying softly. The faint flame was faintly visible.

"Dear believer, the merciful Lord of the Morning has heard your prayers and will bless you."

Lemuel stood in front of a believer, holding a scripture in one hand and gently stroking the believer's head with the other:

"Go back! Your child has been redeemed."

"Thank you, Father! Thank you, Father!" The believers' faces were filled with ecstasy, their eyes were filled with tears, and they kowtowed continuously.

After seeing off the believers, Remiel closed the scripture and looked sideways:
"Count Connie, are you here this time to pledge your loyalty to the great Lord of Dawn?"

"Of course the Lord of Dawn is great, but unfortunately I am just a mortal and cannot give up my worldly thoughts for the time being." Carl spread his hands:
“I prefer a deal that satisfies both parties to a one-sided contribution.”

"Humph!"

Ray Miller hummed:
"Change somewhere."

She did not want to desecrate the sacred church.

Side hall.

Reluctantly, Ray Miller took out a few things and placed them on the table, motioning for Carl to check them.

"These items were all contributed by devout believers. This candlestick was even used in the temple of God."

"And this blanket was woven by thirty skilled weavers over a period of six months, stitch by stitch."

"this……"

Karl stretched out his hand and brushed the objects in the field one by one, pausing on the candlestick:

"This thing is good."

Not everything that comes from the divine realm has source essence. On the contrary, not many have source essence.

Essence+3
“Do you like things that God has used?”

Ray Miller's eyes flickered:
"Then you might as well believe in God. With your strength, if you believe in God, you might be able to get the position of an archangel." Archangel,
The most powerful being under the gods.

Carl waved his hand to reject it and asked:
"Can the things of God be shared by believers in the divine realm?"

"How is that possible?" Remire shook his head:

"The divine realm also has levels. People who have just entered the divine realm also need to clean, cook, farm and weave."

"Only after passing the test and becoming an angel can you obtain some privileges, but compared to the life of a mortal, it is definitely much better."

For a non-believer like Carl, she did not describe the divine realm as perfectly as recorded in the book.

"Ok?"

Carl looked up:

"People in the Divine Realm also need to eat?"

"Of course." Ray Miller nodded.

God has the ability to create food, but it consumes divine power, and it is not cost-effective to use divine power on this.

As for those who enter the divine realm only want to enjoy themselves and are unwilling to work...

Such people cannot enter the divine realm, and even if they do, they will be expelled.

"Where is this one?"

Carl picked up a feather pen, squinted his eyes and stroked it gently:
“Very special material.”

"This is the feather of a bald eagle. It's not an ordinary bald eagle, but a special legendary creature." Ray Miller said:
"God once wrote with it."

Essence+2
"It seems that only things that are stained with the breath of gods can contain essence, and this is also true in the divine realm."

With his mind turning, Carl asked:
"Take these things down. What if the Lord of Dawn finds them?"

"Don't worry, you won't find it." Remire said:
"These are things in the warehouse that have been abandoned and no longer in use. Even if they are not taken down, they need to be dealt with."

“God doesn’t care about that.”

"That's good." Carl smiled.
"Next time I hope to get something that has been touched by gods, and the longer I can use it, the better."

"Don't look at me that weirdly."

Glancing at Ray Miller who looked odd, Carl explained:
"You should also know that in the mortal world, some believers are willing to pay any price to obtain these things."

“In their hearts, God is irreplaceable!”

"Heh..." Remiele showed disdain:

"If you have greed in your heart, you will never be able to enter the divine realm."

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I used a bunch of wizard items to exchange for a dozen "specialties" from the divine realm, and also got 7 points of source essence.

On the way back in the carriage, Carl closed his eyes and thought.

Since he advanced to the third-ring wizard, twenty points of essence are needed to increase one point of mental strength or physical fitness.

The value of the third order is fifty to one hundred.

Relatively speaking, seven points of source essence are not much, but the value of this transaction lies in its longevity and security.

Carl opened his eyes and touched his forehead, looking helpless.

The lich Addison's final counterattack left a stubborn 'scar' on his inner sea of ​​spirit.

It is difficult to repair in a short time.

Guessing...

"At least ten years!"

"Lich inheritance, flame meditation, three-plate skills, ten thousand Buddha hands, holy demon transformation, and the method of hiding the breath..."

"It's a good opportunity to practice a little during this time."

After taking inventory of his belongings, Carl whispered:
"But before that, we still have to go to another world and find a safe place to settle down."

"Oh!"

"And the Black Swamp will open the star gate in a few years. I wonder if we can do anything about it?"

With a plan in mind, he closed his eyes again.

(End of this chapter)