Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 263 Benefits

Since the noble council was converted into a command center, it has inevitably been a place of comings and goings, and many of those coming and goings are powerful and wealthy.

Carl and the fat man went into the room.

Seeing this, Bastian pulled his daughter to a corner. They were clearly not used to the noble atmosphere that permeated the place, and their rustic appearance did not match the ambiance of the place.

"Another one seeking a title?"

Just as the two were waiting, a lazy voice came from the next room:

"It's no use!"

"That fat man is a greedy echidna, his desires will never be satisfied. If you want to get a title from him, you'll have to strip him bare."

"Ah!" Rita exclaimed instinctively.

"Won't Grandpa Carl be disappointed?"

"Hey!" the person next door chuckled.

"Re-registering as a noble isn't limited to here; it might not be so troublesome in other places."

"Don't suggest re-registering..."

"In recent decades, countless nobles have died under mysterious circumstances, or even had their identities stolen. The buying and selling of titles and territories has also occurred frequently. What does this amount to?"

Rita was stunned.

In her mind, noblemen with titles were all from prominent families with generations of succession. The information revealed in the words of the person next door undoubtedly shattered her preconceived notions.

Can titles and noble ranks be bought and sold?

"That……"

"Shh!"

Just as Rita was about to ask again, Bastian gently tugged at her sleeve and shook his head slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't you know where you are? Just wait for Baron Karl to come out."

As an adult, he had seen all sorts of dark sides, so of course he didn't think that being an aristocrat meant having noble character.

The reality is quite the opposite.

The person next door wouldn't have reminded them for no reason; they probably had a grudge against the fat man.

So they wanted to remind Carl not to waste his time on that fat guy; it wouldn't be worth it.

"squeak……"

Just as the two were pondering this, the door opened, and the refined-looking Karl walked out slowly.

He nodded slightly to the two of them and spoke with a faint smile:

Let's go!

"Grandpa Carl," Rita hurriedly approached him.

"Your title..."

"Rita," Bastian scoffed.

"Let's talk outside."

"...Yes." Rita pouted, but smiled again after Karl rubbed his head.

The three left the noble council and got back into the carriage.

"Baron Karl".

Only then did Bastian say:

"Someone just warned us that the fat man is a greedy echidna, and we shouldn't trust him."

"Hmm." Karl took off his hat, put down his cane, slowly stretched his limbs, and nodded.

"You're right, that fat man is indeed very greedy."

"Ah!" Rita exclaimed with regret.

"Does that mean Grandpa Karl can't get his title back?"

"No, that's not it." Karl shook his head with a smile, while reaching into his pocket to pull out a thin booklet:

"I have reclaimed our family's property and been promoted in rank; I am now an earl."

"what!"

"What?"

Both of them were taken aback.

"Heh..." Karl chuckled softly.

"At my age, I inevitably know some people from the noble council, and I won't let a junior block my way."

"Yes." After his initial surprise, Bastian became even more reserved.

"Count Karl... he's clearly no ordinary man."

These words came from his heart.

Ever since meeting Karl, Bastian was certain that the other party was no ordinary person. How could an ordinary person remain calm and even keep their clothes clean when they were so close to the battlefield?

Think carefully.

Although they hadn't been on the same journey for long and hadn't encountered many things, Karl's demeanor remained unchanged, as if he had enough confidence to handle whatever happened.

"Wow!"

Rita, however, didn't think as much as he did, and said with a surprised expression:

"So...Grandpa Karl is now an earl?"

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"Some military merits on the battlefield go unclaimed, while others are bought and sold; one can be promoted by spending a little money."

"However, he can only be promoted to earl; going any higher would be too troublesome, and he can't go to the Holy See either."

This is, of course, the work of a wizard.

A little bit of witchcraft was enough to make the fat man obediently do his work and voluntarily give up his military merits.

They won't even notice anything unusual afterward, and will actively find a reason for what they did that day.

It's getting late.

The two took Carl to the best hotel nearby and agreed to meet there early the next morning.

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"As expected, you can't just cast spells carelessly. Even simple witchcraft will cause that thing to react."

Karl's body sank into the soft bedding, and he gently stroked his chest:

"It will act whenever it gets the chance; it seems that taking my life is now tied to it."

"but……"

"There are advantages too!"

Karl smiled as he thought of something.

"The owner of this thing is not here. As long as I can suppress it, I can refine it into my own means."

"Soul centipede!"

"A third-tier peak construct, once it pierces the body, will cause even a demigod to suffer for half a day. In another world, it can definitely be used as a trump card."

"Go to sleep!"

One cannot stay in the fragments of the divine realm for long, otherwise one's emotions will be gradually erased. Therefore, Karl usually does not stay inside except for cultivation.

not to mention.

He had already forgotten what it felt like to stay in a hotel last time.

Early in the morning, staff delivered soft bread, sweet jam, and various other foods.

It was accompanied by three of the latest newspapers.

"Splash..."

Carl held a glass full of milk in one hand and unfolded a newspaper in the other, looking at the news.

The Clone Empire held its latest Academy Competition, which showcased a variety of the latest research insights.

Did we already have a primitive computer?

Gangdo now has its own artillery, and even tanks, and there are even rumors of angels appearing on the battlefield.

……

"interesting."

Carl smiled:

"These three newspapers have different commentaries on the same issue, which suggests that their supporters are also different."

"However, we support technological creations in the same way, but as long as the gods are around, technology will definitely be suppressed."

For the gods, the people are tools for reaping faith, while technology contradicts faith.

We are currently at war. While it is acceptable to develop technology to achieve victory, we must not hinder the gods' harvest.

"Newspapers, factories, pollution..."

"The most important thing is still war!"

After putting down the newspaper, Carl packed his things and slowly went downstairs, where the Bastian father and daughter were already waiting at the hotel entrance.

"What's wrong?"

After glancing at the two, Karl asked:

"What happened?"

"Grandpa Carl." Rita pouted and burst into tears:

"Our aunt took all our things. They broke their promise and stole our money."

Basting didn't say anything, but his body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with anger and fear.

How could he not be furious when someone ran off with most of his life's wealth?

But thinking about the days to come...

An overwhelming sense of dread descended.

His health wasn't good, and he frequently needed to take medication. Lacking money and running out of medicine prevented him from doing many things, while Rita was still too young to take care of herself on her own.

"so……"

Karl hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"I plan to buy a manor in the capital to retire. If you have nowhere else to go, you might as well work for me first."

(End of this chapter)