Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 22 Secondary Spell Field

a few days later.

The real world.

"It's done!"

Karl opened his eyes, his face full of excitement, and waved his arms wildly to release his excitement.

After a period of experimentation, with the help of the divine realm, he successfully constructed a spell model of a secondary spell field in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Unlike meditation.

The construction of spell models is very complex, and it is impossible to ponder them deeply before each spell is cast.

Once successfully constructed, it will be stable and can be brought into the real world; it will not collapse simply because it leaves the divine realm.

"To have mastered a zero-level sorcery before even grasping the basics of meditation, I suppose I'm unprecedented?"

Karl muttered to himself, then carefully activated the spell model within his sea of ​​consciousness, following the instructions in the book.

Lesser Spell Field!

"Buzz..."

A silent tremor came from the sea of ​​consciousness, followed by an invisible force field that emanated from the body, covering an area of ​​about one meter in radius.

This is a special feeling.

For a time, Karl was so engrossed in it that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Activating a secondary spell field will continuously deplete my mental energy. With my current mental energy, I can only sustain it for five to six minutes at most."

"This is without any external influence."

"Defense..."

Karl took a quill, dipped it in ink, and made a note on the paper:

"Ordinary people would have a hard time breaking through the force field with their bare hands, but if they were armed, they could withstand three blows."

"This is clearly weaker than Miles's."

"Therefore, the same witchcraft and the same spell model can have different effects when performed by different people."

Miles's secondary spell field could easily distort the knight's squire's attacks and block most of Dina's all-out sword skills.

It's far beyond what Karl can compare to now.

However, it is clear that Miles's use of witchcraft has its limits, which is why his force field disappeared and he was killed by a hidden arrow.

"Casting witchcraft consumes mental energy, and I can feel obvious fatigue, which I suspect is due to insufficient mental energy."

After constructing a zero-ring witchcraft technique in his sea of ​​consciousness, besides excitement and exhilaration, he also had many doubts.

Karl was now eager to go to the manor outside the city to inquire about further information.

"No rush."

He put down his pen and looked at the moon outside the window:

"Let's go to another world first."

Black City's January 1st Safety Day is just around the corner; don't miss this opportunity.

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"Creak..."

Pushing open the door, Karl stretched his limbs facing the gloomy street and exhaled a long breath.

The saying goes, "High skill breeds boldness."

He is completely different now than he was before.

Not only did he become a knight's squire by practicing the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique, but he also learned a zero-ring sorcery.

Their strength has increased dramatically.

Even the oppressive atmosphere of this gloomy and dark city was somewhat lessened.

Laka Market.

Karl, draped in a black cloak, stood at the entrance to the market street, looking at the frame made of wooden stakes in front of him.

Several corpses were hanging on the wooden frame.

The body had been cruelly tortured before its death, with numerous wounds and bruises on its body that were particularly noticeable.

A cold wind blew in, carrying the stench of a corpse.

Those hanging here are prisoners who have violated the taboos of Black City, and most of them are people who are trying to escape from the city.

"Cologne……"

Karl lowered his head and whispered, his voice filled with emotion:

"I told you, stop thinking about leaving Black City. Wouldn't it be better to stay and do business peacefully?"

"Look at the result now."

Cologne is dead.

It's the same guy who sold him the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique. Last time he came over, the guy said he had a way to escape Black City.

Now it is being displayed on a wooden frame.

With bulging eyes and a ferocious expression, his escape plan had ultimately failed.

"Ugh!"

With a sigh, Karl strolled into the market.

"Rat meat, fresh, unrotten rat meat, one or two portions and half a black stone!"

"A fine Kalia longsword, sharp and lightweight, is the best choice for slaying those half-dead creatures..."

"Clear water! Filtered clear water, without a trace of impurities, eight liters can be bought for just one black stone..."

The vendors' shouts continued as usual, unchanged despite the corpse hanging on the wooden frame.

"The price has increased."

"Whether it's meat or water, there's been an improvement, probably because food is harder to obtain in winter."

Carl walked along, stopping frequently to inquire about the market and occasionally pausing in front of stalls that interested him.

"What is this?"

He picked up a yellow lump that looked like soil and asked curiously.

"Clay," the stall owner explained.

"It contains the slime secreted by underground worms, which is edible. One black stone can be exchanged for ten."

"Food?" Carl frowned.

This is clearly just a clod of dirt that can be found anywhere.

"Of course." Seeing his disbelief, the stall owner dodged the clay, licked it, and then handed it back to him.

"Although it has an earthy taste, it's bearable. If you savor it carefully, you can even taste a hint of sweetness. The clay here is all top-quality, with a high mucilage content."

"If there isn't enough mucus, eating too much will clog your intestines and stomach. Many people have died from eating dirt."

Upon seeing the clod of dirt handed to him, which still bore obvious traces of saliva, Karl waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.

Eat dirt?

Are the days ahead already this difficult?

A thought crossed his mind, and he pointed to a pile of powder beside him:

"What is this?"

"Soul powder," the stall owner casually explained as he put away the clay.

"When you kill a half-dead creature, these things will appear next to its corpse. Eating them will give you a euphoric boost and slightly increase your strength. They are said to be essential ingredients for certain secret medicines."

"Two black stones per serving."

"Oh!" Karl stroked his chin.

"Would you like some marinated meat strips?"

"want!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up:

"Definitely. If the meat strips are of good quality, I can even give you a discount."

After a while.

Karl continued to stroll through the market, carrying a package in his hand.

"Uncle?"

A timid voice rang out:

"Is that you, uncle?"

Karl turned his head at the sound and saw a raggedly dressed boy standing not far away, staring intently at him.

"It's you."

Karl thought for a moment and remembered the other person's name:

"Aya?"

Since Cologne was preparing to leave Black City, his stall was naturally transferred in advance, and Aya took over his stall.

This girl looks like a boy but is actually a girl.

"It really is you, Uncle Carl!" Aya exclaimed excitedly.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Uncle, what do you need to buy? If I have it, I'll definitely give you the best price."

The other party's enthusiasm made Karl feel a little embarrassed, as he had never planned to go to Aya's stall in the first place.

"All right!"

He sighed and went to the stall, flipping through the items at random.

"You don't have what I want here."

"What does the uncle want?" Aya's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she perked up:

"I'll prepare it for you in advance next time you come."

"What do I want..." Carl gently shook his head:

"There's nothing specifically I want."

"It's...it's okay." Aya forced a smile, concealing her disappointment.

"I will prepare more and better things, so you can come and take a look next time you come to the market, Uncle."

"I'm not sure when I'll come next time." Carl stood up.

"We'll see!"

"it is good."

Aya nodded with difficulty:

"Uncle, please take care. You are welcome to come here anytime."

Carl did not respond.

Setting up a stall at the market also requires paying black stones. Aya's business is so bad that it's uncertain whether she'll be able to continue next time.

It's more likely that he/she isn't there.

She's just a little girl, no need to worry about her.

(End of this chapter)