Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 231 Taking the Hook

The training of a second-circle wizard mainly relies on sensing and absorbing astral energy to strengthen their spiritual power.

There are many tricks to it.

Simply following the methods of a first-ring wizard and forcibly performing the action with mental power is extremely inefficient.

This is also why Karl's progress has been slow.

"Thank goodness for the trade fair; otherwise, it would have taken who knows how long it would have taken to find the right approach on our own."

'The Path of a Wizard...'

"Exchanges with fellow travelers are indispensable!"

Karl's mind raced, and he used the wizard tower he was in to sense the vast astral plane and absorb its energy in accordance with the law.

Every wizard dreams of owning their own wizard tower.

Without exception!

Leaving aside other matters.

Without a wizard's tower, relying solely on one's own ability to sense the astral plane is not only troublesome but also very slow.

With the Wizard Tower.

It's like opening a shortcut, and the cultivation process is extremely smooth, as if divinely aided.

not to mention!

"My wizard tower is a second-tier structure. Cultivating here would likely be several times faster than that of an ordinary second-ring wizard."

Not only that…

"I still have fragments of the Divine Realm!"

The Inner Sea of ​​Spirit absorbs astral energy through the Wizard Tower.

Fragments of divine realms deep within the inner sea of ​​the mind can also help Karl absorb astral energy to strengthen his spiritual power.

and so……

He essentially has two sources of spiritual cultivation.

Moreover, each stage of cultivation progress is several times that of an ordinary person, and when combined, it becomes even more exaggerated.

ten times!

Karl's current cultivation progress is ten times that of an ordinary second-circle wizard, and possibly even more.

"A second-ring wizard's lifespan is five hundred years. Generally speaking, when a first-ring wizard advances to the second ring, they are already over one hundred years old, leaving them with less than four hundred years of lifespan remaining."

"Based on my estimation, a second-circle wizard would need to cultivate for one to two hundred years without eating or drinking to reach the mid-stage."

"Becoming a second-circle wizard requires learning the corresponding knowledge, constructing second-circle magic, building a wizard tower, maintaining the wizard family, and it's impossible to go without food and water..."

"Therefore, the vast majority of second-ring wizards are at the early second-ring stage, and very few are at the mid or late second-ring stage. Even if they are, they are usually three or four hundred years old, unless they are wizards from powerful forces like the Sixth Ring Tower."

And I…

Karl's eyes lit up:

"ten years!"

"In just ten years, I can become a mid-second-circle wizard. Even if the progress slows down later, I can reach the full second circle within a hundred years."

The future is expected!

There's not much to say here, just keep grinding!

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Thanks to the success of the first trade fair, especially the many great items that Carl showcased.

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

One of them was a late-stage first-ring wizard.

But unfortunately,

To his surprise, the wizard who was suspected of being related to the fire demon Wells did not appear.

Three more months passed.

Karl has already upgraded Thunderwing and Thunder God's Wrath to Tier 2.

Thunderwing's flight speed and agility have been greatly improved.

Thor's Wrath grants immunity to Tier 3 death effects and reduces the success rate of Tier 4 death effects.

It also has a great resistance to psychological attacks.

In addition,

He has fully mastered the second-circle sorcery—Water of Life—and is attempting to construct the second-circle sorcery, Shattered Ice.

We are getting closer and closer to fully mastering the Dream Orb.

When that time comes, he will be able to control his escape from the Dream Market and fly away with the Dream Orb.

Do not!

Wherever Karl, who possesses the precious jewel, is, there lies the Dream Market.

all in all……

He is now a genuine early-stage second-ring wizard.

Not only have they mastered the corresponding witchcraft, but they also possess a second-tier staff, as well as trump cards such as wizard towers and artifacts.

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

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

Karl instructed Evangeline:

"Everyone who wants to participate will have to pay an entry fee of five hundred magic stones. We can't let just anyone in."

"Look, even wizard apprentices have come. What can they possibly afford?"

"Ah!" Evangeline exclaimed in surprise.

"But five hundred magic stones... isn't that a bit too much?"

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

at least,

It wouldn't be worth using it to buy a ticket.

It should be noted that not every wizard attending the meeting will be able to buy the right items; otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of five hundred magic stones?

"Many?" Karl 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!"

"I am a powerful wizard who has repelled the Sixth Ring Tower. I guarantee their absolute safety here, without questioning their identity or background. I also have all sorts of magical materials available for trade..."

"Five hundred is too much?"

"Let me tell you, from now on, not only will each person be charged 500 magic stones, but there will also be a limit on the number of people, a maximum of thirty-six. Once the limit is reached, no one will be allowed to come, and they will have to wait in line for three months..."

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Evangeline was dumbfounded.

Will this work?

"Master," she said softly, not daring to voice her doubts.

Why limit it to thirty-six people?

Does this number have any specific meaning?

"I'd love to!" Carl declared.

"Don't look so worried. Besides the number of attendees and the entrance fee, those who want to come also need to have their credentials verified!"

"Verification of funds?"

"Yes!" Carl nodded.

"Don't come here if you don't have five thousand magic stones, or if you have something worth five thousand magic stones."

"This is just the beginning; from now on, we'll start with at least 10,000 magic stones!"

"What I want to create is the top-tier trade fair in the Magic Forest, not a place where just anyone can sneak in."

"Um……"

"You should also pay more attention to your image in the future. Learn some etiquette from the people below. When they see that the gatekeepers are all formal wizards, and make the invitations more exquisite, they won't care about a mere five hundred magic stones..."

"And an amusement park, and a few gambling tables..."

"That's how rich people think—it's all about emotional value! You have to satisfy their emotional needs, don't you understand?"

"What's a few hundred magic stones if we just give them face?"

Carl became more and more excited as he spoke, his mouth running endlessly; Evangeline listened with increasing discomfort and an embarrassed expression.

She felt that her master's ideas were too far-fetched and even fanciful.

"alright."

Karl waved his hand: "You may leave."

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

…………

The owner of the Dream Market is "Connie". Carl made a slight change of appearance and reappeared at the trade fair.

but,

This time, he blended in with the crowd as a participant.

"friend."

Arriving at a private stall, Carl squatted down and looked at the items the vendor had placed on the ground.

I picked up one of them at random:

How much?

"This is the whip of the Balrog, a three-ringed creature. It can change size and ignite flames, greatly enhancing the power of fire wizards," the vendor said, looking up with a smile.

"Big clearance sale now! Selling for only 6,000 magic stones!"

"Heh..." Karl chuckled softly.

"If it really is the Flame Demon's whip, let alone six thousand magic stones, even sixty thousand magic stones wouldn't be expensive."

"However, this thing is merely a demonized item woven from Flame Grass; it can't even be considered a inherited magical artifact..."

"Fifty magic stones!"

"You're robbing me!" The vendor's face changed drastically, but he didn't continue his intimidating demands.

"How can this not be considered a heirloom artifact? Three hundred magic stones is the minimum."

"Fifty magic stones," Karl persisted.

"No more!"

"two hundred!"

"Fifty!"

……

"Fine, I give up." The vendor said with a helpless expression.

"Fifty it is, take it."

"Thanks." Karl smiled, reached for the flaming whip, and tried swinging it a few times.

"Friend," the vendor reminded him.

"The Flame Grass is a half-insect, half-grass creature, so don't keep it in your storage space for too long before you've fully refined it. Take it out to air it out from time to time."

"clear."

Carl waved his hand and walked away.

He continued to stroll around the trade fair, acquiring various magical materials one after another.

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

"Shouldn't they take the bait now?"

the other side.

The vendor packed up his goods and approached a wizard who was pacing around examining the items on his stall, a blade of grass between his teeth.

"TARS!"

"The item has already been sold."

"Hmm." Tass nodded.

"I see him. He should be a fire-type wizard from the natural school. It seems we have some kind of connection."

"Yes," the vendor whispered.

"That man was very rich and acted very boldly; he didn't seem like a vagrant without connections."

Most wanderers are very cautious and not as unrestrained as the other party, nor are they as relaxed.

"Perhaps..." Tass thought for a moment and smiled:

"It doesn't matter, he's just one of the targets, let's keep looking around."

"Yes."

The vendor should have said goodbye and left.

(End of this chapter)