Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 267 Searching

"No wonder I've always felt like someone's watching me."

Carl understood:

"So it was you. You wanted to kill me after I broke the rules, but you've been disappointed."

"snort!"

Remiller snorted:

"As long as you live near the capital, I will keep an eye on you. Don't let me find an opportunity."

"Hmm..." Karl squinted.

"Remiler, don't think that just because you have divine protection I'll be afraid of you. You're not an archangel."

Let alone just a mid-level angel, even a high-level angel...

He's not invincible!

A silent yet chilling killing intent clung to Remier like a leech, creeping around him without a trace.

Second order!

And it's at the peak of the second tier!

Remiller's eyes narrowed, a look of horror appearing in them, and a sense of fear instinctively rose in his heart.

She sensed an aura similar to that of a war angel emanating from Karl.

The fear dissipated in an instant.

"You are very strong, but this is the world of gods." Remiel spread his pure white wings:

"We'll meet again."

"Whoosh!"

With a flash of white light, she had returned to the Holy See with the help of the divine kingdom and once again become a noble bishop.

Karl has the ability to kill her, Remier does not deny that, but here the wizard's methods will be greatly suppressed and cannot be used at all.

"Angel... angel..." Abe, who had been dumbfounded since Karl appeared, stammered, pointing at the lingering phantom of Remiller:

"A true angel!"

"That's right." Karl tossed him the soft sword in his hand.

"An angel who isn't very polite."

"Young man, your kindness saved your life. Pack your things and get out of here quickly."

Abe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly knelt down:

"Respected Wizard, please accept me as your disciple. Abe is willing to offer everything in exchange for your knowledge."

"I don't accept disciples." Karl walked to Browning's body and picked up the staff from the ground:

"You're carrying a soft sword; are you planning to kill your mentor?"

"..." Abe's hands tightened, and he said in a muffled voice:

"I am nominally Browning's apprentice, but in reality, I am his slave. I have not learned any witchcraft after following him for so many years. On the contrary, I have suffered a lot. Moreover... I am unwilling to do evil."

"I can tell." Karl glanced back at him, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Pack your things and wait for me at that manor. I don't accept disciples, but you can do things in exchange for knowledge."

"Well……"

"You can keep these witchcraft books for yourself."

The young man used the witchcraft he had learned to scare people, partly to help himself avoid being framed by his mentor.

It was out of good intentions.

In addition, there are indeed some things that require someone with certain wizarding knowledge to do, so it might be worthwhile to accept it first.

"Yes." Abe nodded eagerly, his face beaming with joy.

"Thank you... Count Karl!"

He didn't know Carl, but he knew how terrifyingly powerful the person who killed Browning so easily was.

Moreover, the other party knows angels and even made threats, which even a formal wizard would probably not dare to do.

Being able to follow such a great wizard must have many benefits.

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a few days later.

Karl bought the manor for two thousand gold coins, and Bastian paid some people to clean it.

They settled in without holding any ceremony.

On the day of check-in, the newspaper's editor-in-chief, Sha Lin, and the real estate agent delivered congratulatory gifts.

"We need to hire guards, cleaners, and cooks. The price is negotiable, but we need to find honest people."

Carl strolled through the manor, looking at the newly renovated hall, and waved to Bastian:

"You can handle these matters yourself."

"Yes."

Bastian should be.

"Go down." Karl continued on his way.

"Abe, come here."

"Yes."

Abe agreed and hurriedly followed.

Bastian looked at Abe with some confusion, not quite sure what his relationship with Karl was.

They don't seem like relatives, they seem more like apprentices.

But what could Count Karl possibly teach him?

"Beneath this house lies a magical barrier, created by a second-circle wizard," Karl said.

"I can't handle this right now, so you seal it off."

"what!"

Abe looked astonished.

He knew there was something wrong with the manor's underground; otherwise, Browning wouldn't have been able to harm people silently under the church's nose so many times. But how could a novice wizard apprentice like himself seal a second-circle wizard's barrier?

"The barrier is inanimate, you are alive, don't worry." Karl handed over a thick booklet:

"The method to seal it is written here. You don't need to figure it out; just follow the steps."

"As payment..."

"Every Saturday afternoon, I will set aside an hour for you to resolve any issues related to your spiritual practice."

"Yes." Abe bowed his head in agreement and took the booklet.

"Also..." Karl glanced at him and said:

"Are you still going to follow your mentor's path?"

"I'm not leaving." Abe shook his head without hesitation.

"Browning's wizarding talent isn't high, which is why he's considering the bloodline path, but that path costs too much money, I..."

"I can't do it."

Bloodline magic requires extensive research, and sometimes even advanced instruments.

Browning sold off his estate to fund his research, which not only cost him a fortune but also harmed several people.

It's incredibly expensive.

"That's a real shame," Carl shook his head.

"This is a wizarding desert; bloodline magic is the only way out. The things your mentor left behind are also beneficial to you. Since you're unwilling..."

"Then forget it."

"Oh, right!"

He remembered something and asked:

"You've lived in the capital since you were a child, do you know the location of the National Theatre?"

"Know."

Abe nodded:

"On the Royal Avenue."

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evening.

Karl arrived at the National Theatre by carriage, where Charlene was already waiting, accompanied by a little girl.

"Count Carl!"

"Hello, grandpa!"

"good!"

Carl greeted him with a smile:

"Let's go inside first and talk about it."

"Yes."

Charlene nodded, handed the ticket to the theater security personnel, and led Carl straight to the back hall of the theater.

There are many crew members here preparing to perform.

"Today's performance is about the Archangel slaying the Balrog, and it will be performed by people from the National Opera. Many of their experienced musicians have come."

Charlene led Karl to him and greeted him with a smile:

"Monica, we meet again."

"Shalin!"

Monica was a woman in her early forties with noticeable wrinkles around her eyebrows, but she was still stunningly beautiful.

"It's been a while! What brings you here?"

"My daughter kept pestering me to see the performance, and coincidentally, an old gentleman asked me to inquire about something, which is why I thought of you." Charlene smiled, then introduced Karl:

"Count Carl, Monica is my childhood friend. You can ask her anything."

"Hello, Monica." Carl nodded.

"I have a friend who joined the National Opera to perform divine works about thirty years ago. Her name is Jenny. I don't know if you know anything about her?"

"Jenny? Thirty years ago?" Monica frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook her head.

"This is my senior, but she should no longer be at the opera house, otherwise I would have heard of her."

"I see..." Karl understood.

"Could you help me find out?"

"Of course, no problem," Monica said with a smile.

"I am willing to serve the Earl."

Jenny was Carl's friend from his youth; the two had known each other for many years and even corresponded with each other during their time in the Black Swamp.

Since he went to the Enchanted Forest, we have completely lost contact.

Not at the opera house?

What else can a girl from the countryside do besides have some singing talent?

(End of this chapter)