Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 265 Inheritance

Dressed in a pristine white robe and carrying his scriptures, Remier declined the invitations of others and slowly walked to a corner of the gathering.

Here, a person is admiring the paintings on the wall.

The painting depicts a scene of angels fighting against a demon, and his gaze falls on one of the angels.

That was an angel delivering messages on the battlefield.

Although her position was low, as long as she had specific responsibilities, it meant that her name was known to countless people.

"The messenger who controls dreams and thunder, the attendant of the seven archangels, and the angel Remiel who brings peace to people's sleep."

Karl spoke slowly:

"I never imagined that such a being could reside permanently in the human world."

"I remember you," Remiller began.

"That wizard apprentice who was with Catherine, but I heard you went to the wizarding world. Why are you back?"

"I'm getting old, and I miss my hometown, so I came back." Karl turned to look at the other person, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

"Such immense hostility..."

"Don't forget the agreement between the gods and the wizards; you have no right to act until I break the agreement."

This agreement is unbreakable.

At least not angels.

Even though the Grey Wizard Addison was so unpopular, the gods still had to find a way to make him commit suicide rather than take action directly.

"Hmph!" Remiller sneered.

"A person without faith can never be trusted. What is your purpose in appearing here?"

"I told you, I'm retiring," Karl shrugged and asked.

"How is Catherine doing these days?"

"She's fine." Remiller's eyes were deep and thoughtful as he gave him a long, hard look before turning and leaving, leaving behind the words:

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Strange?" Karl looked surprised.

"Did I offend her?"

"This old gentleman..." Just as he was wondering, a young man approached:

"Do you know Bishop Louis?"

"Hmm..." Karl turned his head:

We met a few times when we were young.

"Then you must be her elder." The young man was overjoyed.

"I am a devout believer and have always wanted to receive Bishop Louis's blessing. I wonder if I have the opportunity."

"It would be even better if we could spend some time alone together!"

Carl chuckled.

He wasn't trying to disguise himself, and given his injuries, he looked like an elderly man in his sixties or seventies.

Remiller now looks to be in his twenties or thirties.

I met him when I was young, so he must be an elder.

The young man had clearly taken a liking to Remier, after all, how could an angel's appearance be anything less than beautiful?

"There's no rush yet."

Carl pointed:

"Who is that person?"

"Him?" The young man frowned.

"Cecilia, the envoy of Cologne, a venomous wolf, a lobbyist and villain with very sharp teeth."

Ok?

The envoy from Cologne?

Karl raised an eyebrow.

Remiel is an angel under the throne of the Lord of Dawn.

The sun god worshipped by the Kingdom of Kolon and the lord of dawn worshipped by the Kingdom of Gondor are currently locked in battle.

No wonder!

"Rémiller's private meeting with the Cologne envoy is clearly unusual. Could it be that he's trying to win over the other side?"

Karl seemed to be deep in thought.

It seems he stumbled upon some secret that triggered Remiller's murderous intent.

"young people."

Karl smiled at the hopeful young man beside him and began to speak:

"As far as I know, Louis has dedicated everything to the Lord of Dawn and cares nothing for mortal love."

"Give up!"

He patted the other person on the shoulder and then strolled upstairs.

He wasn't interested in Remiel's secrets; even if the gods fought to the death, it was none of his business.

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a few days later.

The northern suburbs of the royal city.

Bastian drove to a manor, and after parking the carriage, he helped Karl down.

"Your Excellency Earl Karl."

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose approached, speaking in a fawning tone:

"Welcome."

"Mr. Karl," Charlene said with a slight bow.

"We meet again."

"Um."

Karl nodded, tapped the ground lightly with his cane, and raised his cloudy eyes to look at the manor ahead.

He opened his mouth and asked:

"Is this the place?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly.

"Your Excellency, this was originally the private residence of the Hill family, but it has been left vacant since the family moved to the city."

"Don't be fooled by the dilapidated appearance on the outside; the things inside are actually very well preserved. With a little tidying up, you can move in right away."

"Oh!" Karl smiled and headed towards the manor:

Is that really the case?

The middle-aged man's expression changed upon hearing this.

"Count Carl," Charlene said with a smile.

"According to my investigation, this manor has had at least four owners in the last thirty years."

"And during each of their tenures, tragedies occurred."

"what!"

Bastian turned pale.

The middle-aged man's face grew increasingly grim. He was a real estate agent, and selling houses was his only goal.

Therefore, his gaze towards Charlene was inevitably somewhat displeased.

However, this woman's identity was special, far beyond what he could afford to provoke, so he could only swallow his anger helplessly.

"massacre."

Carl nodded:

"The kind where someone has died?"

"Yes."

Charlene should be:

"It's very difficult to sell such a large estate. Changing owners four times in thirty years is considered quite frequent, and that's why."

"But that's also why it's so cheap. You can get it for just two thousand gold coins. Actually, if you hadn't mentioned that you don't care about so-called haunted houses, I wouldn't recommend this place."

"Two thousand gold coins," Karl sighed.

"It's really cheap."

A similar manor in Signoria would cost nearly two thousand gold coins, yet here it's the same price.

You must know this is the royal city!

"Take me around."

This was naturally said to the real estate agent.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man, who had already planned to give up, suddenly brightened up upon hearing this and quickly gestured behind him, saying:

"This way, please!"

The estate is very large, covering several dozen acres including the greenery and rows of trees nearby, but it is clearly abandoned.

Because it was for sale, the Hill family did some simple cleaning, but not very diligently.

There were obvious spider webs and animal carcasses in the corners, and a peculiar, strange smell could be detected in many places.

It smells like decay.

"Your Excellency, this manor is in a very good location, with a main road leading directly to the inner city. Moreover, the building materials used were of high quality, and even the furnishings in the rooms have been carefully considered."

The man explained:

"Even if you don't live in it, it's a good investment. Two thousand gold coins is the lowest price you can go."

"Um."

Carl nodded expressionlessly, walked to a locked door, and asked:

"Why is this room locked?"

"This..." The man's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously dared not look at the door, lowering his voice to speak:

"Behind this door lies the manor's basement, where a demon is said to be sealed, which is why the manor owner met with misfortune."

"Then the door was locked."

"A demon?" Karl shook his head.

"The glory of the gods is all-encompassing; where is there any evil?"

There are no demons in nature.

But there are wizards!

Carl returned to avoid the Green family's revenge, and also to look for Addison's legacy.

Addison was only a second-ring wizard, far less powerful than Karl was now.

But the opponent is a second-level cultivator who has reached the second level in this desert where wizards practice, making him the undisputed number one expert.

I'm still quite curious about his legacy.

After devouring Addison's remnant soul, Carl naturally knew where the other party had hidden the legacy.

Kingdom of Gondor!

A suburban estate.

It's right behind this door.

However, Addison arranged for someone to guard his estate, but that person has now disappeared.

(End of this chapter)