Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 266 Browning

Before purchasing a residence, Karl lived in a newly built luxury hotel, which was said to be backed by a multinational corporation and claimed that even if the army of the Kingdom of Cologne invaded the capital, staying at the hotel would guarantee safety.

Besides safety, there's also equipment.

Light bulbs, shower heads, toilets...

Some technological products that require a certain industrial base to manufacture are displayed in the room.

"Trains have appeared, and telephones have started mass production from prototypes, but currently only wealthy families can afford to install them."

Carl put down the science magazine Charlene had given him, lost in thought:

"I wonder when wireless phones will come out?"

Modern telephones are communication devices that use a microphone to convert sound into corresponding electrical signals, transmit these signals via conductive wires to a location far from the speaker, and then use a receiver to convert these signals back into the original sound.

It requires connecting wires, applying for registration with the "telephone bureau," and then someone will come to your home to install it. The whole process is quite expensive.

Although in Carl's eyes, landline telephones were still very old-fashioned, they had already begun to enter ordinary people's homes.

Thinking of the steam carriages he had encountered on the way here, Karl couldn't help but chuckle. Few people realize that the times have changed dramatically without them even noticing.

"Well……"

Looking down, the text in the magazine seemed somewhat blurry.

Karl's eyes flickered, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that the characters were twisting and wriggling like tadpoles, gradually transforming into a bizarre human face.

The eyes on the person's face were deep and terrifying, as if pulling the person's soul towards an endless abyss.

interesting.

The soul magic of a wizard's apprentice.

This kind of witchcraft works directly on the soul and has little lethality, but it can evoke deep-seated fear in people's hearts.

Ordinary people simply cannot stop it.

"mortal!"

The grotesque face opened its mouth wide, like a giant black hole, and lunged at Karl.

"Don't even think about touching the devil. Your soul may be corrupt, but I don't mind tasting it."

"If you continue to acquire that estate..."

"hey-hey……"

The black hole slowly shrank until it disappeared, and the distorted text on the magazine returned to normal.

"interesting."

Carl's Claspers magazine, nodding slowly:

"No wonder that manor hasn't sold despite several price adjustments in the last six months; it turns out a wizard apprentice was secretly tampering with it."

"It's just to scare people..."

"There was no ill intent on their part."

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Abe was from Cologne. Years ago, in order to join the Church of the Sun, he was tricked into burning his body with fire.

Instead of joining the church, he suffered extensive burns, with his face being particularly horrific.

He put down the bell-shaped enchanted object in his hand, composed himself, and pushed open the door to walk out onto the street.

After turning several times along the narrow alley, Abe arrived at the place his mentor used for research.

"tutor!"

"Um."

Browning, a tall and thin senior wizard apprentice with a full head of white hair, was mixing potions and nodded upon hearing the sound.

"Any news?"

"Yes." Abe lowered his head.

"A count named Karl is interested in buying the manor, and the price has been negotiated down to two thousand gold coins."

"It's still unclear whether an agreement can be reached."

"Two thousand gold coins?" Browning stopped what he was doing, a disdainful sneer on his face:

"When I sold that manor back then, it cost a full eight thousand gold coins, and that was already a discounted price."

"Now you can only sell it for two thousand?"

Abe remained silent.

Back then, the war had just begun, and no one expected that the army of the Kingdom of Cologne would be able to reach the capital.

Moreover, over the years, the mentor has caused the deaths of several owners of the manor, so the price has naturally had to be lowered again and again.

"never mind."

Browning clearly knew the reason, and sighed, saying:

"Two thousand gold coins it is. Find the buyer's place in the next few days, and I'll make my move once the buyer has moved in."

"Mentor." Abe's expression changed slightly.

"The successive murders of manor owners have already become a minor news story. If another incident occurs, it might attract the attention of the church."

"Moreover, the person planning to buy the manor this time is an earl. What if there's something else behind him..."

"Heh..." Browning glanced at his disciple:

"rest assured!"

"The things in the manor's basement were arranged by my mentor himself. Unless an archangel intervened, it would be impossible to discover the problem. Do you think the church people haven't gone down to check it over the years?"

He glanced at his research base, his eyes burning with excitement:

"My research has reached its most critical stage. I heard that the Kingdom of Sak has obtained the latest cell samples. If I can buy a copy, I may very well become a formal wizard in my lifetime."

"These all cost money!"

Abe opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Go!

Browning waved his hand:

"Keep a close eye on things. Once it's done, I'll give you a zero-ring sorcery spell as payment."

"...Yes." Abe replied, lowered his head and was about to leave when his body suddenly froze on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

Browning turned his head to look.

"Mentor...mentor..." Abe's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I can't move!"

"Um?"

Browning frowned, instinctively picking up the staff beside him; the Zero-Circle Sorcery Poisonous Thorns were stirring.

Abe's facial muscles twisted strangely, as if something was hidden underneath. His skin and flesh stretched and grew larger, and gradually a human face grew out from under his skin and flesh, and then a person walked out directly.

Walking in a dream!

Carl rubbed his cheek and sighed helplessly:

"This continent is indeed a wasteland for wizards; even bloodline abilities are suppressed to this extent."

If he were in another world or a magical forest, he could use dream walking to hide directly in someone else's consciousness, while his true form could manifest at any time.

And here.

It almost burst Abe's body.

"It's you!"

Abe's eyes widened:

"Count Carl!"

"Um?"

Browning's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly pointed his staff, causing many tiny spores to appear in the air.

Zero-level sorcery - Deadly Thorns!

Although this witchcraft is only a zero-level witchcraft, its power depends entirely on the plant chosen.

Browning spent decades studying various organisms. The plant spores on his body are a complex product that, once activated, can crush and corrode even hard steel, let alone delicate flesh.

Under the influence of witchcraft, the spores instantly transformed into writhing vines.

Karl's fingers twitched slightly, instinctively wanting to cast a spell, but then, as if remembering something, he reached out and touched Abe's body.

A soft sword appeared in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of sword light.

Everything in the room suddenly froze.

Followed by.

Those hideous and terrifying poisonous vines instantly lost their life force and collapsed to the ground in unison.

Browning's body stiffened, and as he opened his mouth to speak, a crack running from top to bottom split him in two.

"puff!"

The two bodies fell to either side, spurting blood from between them.

"what!"

Abe instinctively stepped back, his body trembling, his face deathly pale, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"A legendary knight?"

At this time.

A soft, soothing female voice came from behind:

"Not only that! I never imagined that the unremarkable wizard apprentice from back then would have reached this level."

"Remier." Karl turned around, looked at the angel in white who had appeared in the room, and shook his head helplessly:

"This is a dispute between us wizards; it seems it's none of the gods' business to interfere?"

"Hmph!" Remiller snorted.

"You should be glad you used knightly methods. If I had used first-circle sorcery in the royal city, I could have killed you."

"This doesn't violate any rules!"

(End of this chapter)