Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 267 Searching
"No wonder I always feel like someone is watching me."

Carl understood:

"So it was you. You wanted to kill me after I broke the rules. Unfortunately, I disappointed you."

"Humph!"

Ray Miller hummed:
"As long as you still live near the royal city, I will keep an eye on you. Don't let me find an opportunity."

"Hmm..." Carl narrowed his eyes:
"Remire, don't think that I will be afraid of you just because you have the protection of the gods. You are not an archangel yet."

Not to mention a mid-level angel, even a high-level angel...

He is not unkillable!

The silent but cold murderous intent was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, silently entangled with Remiel's body.

Second level!

And it’s the peak of the second level!
Remiler's eyes narrowed, a hint of horror appeared in his eyes, and a sense of fear subconsciously emerged in his heart.

She actually felt an aura similar to that of a war angel from Karl.

The fear disappeared in an instant.

"You are very strong, but this is the world of gods." Remiel spread his white wings behind him:

"We'll see you again."

"Shh!"

With a flash of white light, she had returned to the Vatican with the help of the power of the Kingdom of God and once again became a distinguished bishop.

Carl has the ability to kill her, which Le Miller does not deny, but the wizard's methods will be greatly suppressed here and cannot be used at all.

“Angel…” Abe, who was stunned when Carl appeared, pointed at the remaining shadow of Remiller and stammered:
"A real angel!"

"That's right." Carl threw the soft sword in his hand to him:

"A not very polite angel."

"Young man, your kindness saved your life. Pack up your things and leave here quickly."

Abe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly knelt down:

"Respected wizard, please accept me as your disciple. Abe is willing to sacrifice everything in exchange for your knowledge."

"I don't accept disciples." Carl walked to Browning's body and picked up the staff on the ground:

"You carry a soft sword with you. Do you want to kill your mentor?"

"..." Abei clenched his hands and said in a muffled voice:
"I am Browning's apprentice in name, but actually his slave. I have been with him for so many years but have not learned any witchcraft. Instead, I have suffered a lot. And... I don't want to do evil."

"I can see that." Karl looked back at him, thought for a moment and said:
"Pack your things and wait for me at that manor. I won't accept you as a disciple, but you can do things in exchange for knowledge."

"Well……"

"You can keep the witchcraft books here for yourself."

This young man used the witchcraft he learned to scare people, also thinking of helping himself avoid being framed by his mentor.

It's out of good intentions.

Besides, there are some things that do require someone with certain wizard knowledge to do, so it might be a good idea to accept it first.

"Yes." Abei nodded hastily with ecstasy on his face.
"Thank you... Count Karl!"

He didn't know Carl, but he knew how powerful the person who killed Browning easily was.

Moreover, the other party knew angels and even threatened them verbally. Even a formal wizard would not dare to be afraid.

There must be many benefits to being able to follow such a great wizard.

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a few days later.

The manor was bought by Carl for two thousand gold coins, and Bastin hired some people to clean it up.

There was no ceremony and they just stayed there.

On the day of moving in, newspaper editor-in-chief Charlene and the real estate agent sent gifts.

"Guardians, cleaners, and cooks are all needed. The price is negotiable, but they must be honest."

Karl paced in the manor, looking at the newly renovated hall, and waved to Bastin:

"Just take care of these things for yourself."

"Yes."

Bastin should be.

"Go down." Carl continued:
"Abe, come here."

"Yes."

Abe agreed and hurried to follow.

Bastin looked at Abe with some confusion, not quite sure what the relationship between him and Carl was.

He was not a relative, but more like an apprentice. But what could Count Karl teach him?
"Under this house, there is a witchcraft barrier created by a second-level wizard." Carl said:
"It's not convenient for me to solve it now, you come and seal it."

"what!"

Abe was stunned.

He knew that there was something wrong underground in this manor, otherwise Browning would not have been able to harm people silently under the nose of the church so many times. But as a junior wizard apprentice, how could he seal the barrier of a second-ring wizard?

"The barrier is dead, you are alive, don't worry." Carl handed over a thick booklet:
"There's a sealing method listed here. You don't have to figure it out. Just follow the steps above."

"As a reward..."

"Every Saturday afternoon, I will set aside an hour to help you solve your spiritual problems."

"Yes." Abei nodded and took the booklet.

"In addition..." Karl glanced at him and said:
"Are you still going to follow your mentor's path?"

"No." Abe shook his head without hesitation:

"Browning's wizard talent is not high, so he wants to take the bloodline path, but this path costs too much money, I..."

“I can’t do it.”

Bloodline witchcraft requires a lot of research, and sometimes even requires the assistance of advanced instruments.

In order to do research, Browning sold his estate to earn enough money, and he also harmed several people to accumulate a lot of wealth.

It's extremely expensive.

"That's a pity." Carl shook his head:
"This is a wizard's desert. Bloodline witchcraft is the only way out. The things your mentor left behind are also good for you. Since you don't want to..."

"let it go."

"correct!"

He remembered something and asked:
"You have lived in the Royal City since you were a child. Do you know where the National Theater is?"

"know."

Abe nodded:

"On the Royal City Avenue."

…………

evening.

Carl took a carriage to the National Theatre, where Charlene was already waiting, with a little girl beside her.

"Count Karl!"

"Hello, grandpa!"

"it is good!"

Carl greeted with a smile:

"Let's go in first."

"Yes."

Charlene nodded, took out the ticket and gave it to the theater security guard, then took Carl straight to the back hall of the theater.

There are many crew members here ready to sing.

"Today's performance is Archangel Slaying Flame Demon. It will be performed by people from the National Opera House, and many of their experienced performers are here."

Charlene led Carl to Yiran and greeted him with a smile:

"Monica, we meet again."

"Sharin!"

Monica is a woman in her early forties with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows, but she is still as beautiful as ever.

"It's been a while since we last met. Why are you here?"

"My daughter insisted on watching the performance, and an old man asked me to find out something, so I thought of you." Charlene smiled and quoted Carl:
"Count Karl, Monica is my playmate since childhood. You can ask her if you have any questions."

"Hello, Monica." Carl nodded:
"I have a friend who joined the National Opera to perform Divine Comedy about thirty years ago. Her name is Jenny. I wonder if you know her situation?"

"Jenny? Thirty years ago?" Monica frowned, thought about it carefully, and then shook her head:

"This is my predecessor, but she should no longer be in the opera house, otherwise I would have heard of her name."

"So..." Carl understood:
"Can you help me find out?"

"Of course no problem." Monica smiled.

"I am willing to serve the count."

Jenny was Carl's friend when he was young. The two had known each other for many years and had even corresponded when they were in Black Swamp.

Ever since he went to the Magic Forest, we have completely lost contact.

Not at the Opera?
What else can she do as a little girl from the country besides having some talent in singing?
(End of this chapter)