Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 268 Cultivation

a few days later.

Monica sent word through a messenger.

Decades ago, the National Opera did indeed have a woman named Jenny, who had an amazing singing talent and quickly rose to prominence within just a few months.

Later, as he grew older, his voice changed, and he gradually became a marginal figure in the theater.

He left the opera house not long after.

She disappeared without a trace after that. According to the older generation, Jenny left the capital and went somewhere else.

"Ugh!"

Carl sighed:

"Jenny and I corresponded back then, but we didn't mention these things. We just talked about how good life was for us."

"I probably didn't want you to worry." Charlene came to visit today, and we dined together.

"The situation is very chaotic right now, and it will probably be difficult to find old friends you haven't been in touch with for decades."

"Never mind." Karl shook his head slightly.

"Everyone has their own destiny. Even if I find her, I can't recapture the feeling of my youth."

"Yes," Charlene replied.

"Count, you mentioned wanting to find a butler for the manor. I suggest you place a job ad in the newspaper."

"GG?" Carl looked up:

"Was this your newspaper's idea?"

"Yes," Charlene said.

"Our newspaper plans to develop a new revenue stream. We'll dedicate a portion of our cover to publishing GG content. It only costs a small amount of money to make the entire capital city aware of it. Isn't that a great deal?"

"Other newspapers have already made changes, and if we don't, we'll be left behind."

"Hmm." Carl nodded, picked up a loaf of wheat bread, and chewed it. The soft bread and the aroma of wheat complemented each other perfectly.

"This bread is quite good."

"I'm fine with playing games, but I prefer peace and quiet. It definitely won't work if just anyone comes. Could the newspaper help with screening?"

"This..." Charlene thought for a moment and said:

"Can."

Getting a gig at the newspaper office isn't cheap, but as the newspaper's first gig host, she's willing to offer some special treatment.

At worst, we can set stricter requirements, verify the identity first, and then have the interview conducted.

"That's good."

Karl wiped his hands with a silk scarf, then stood up:

"I'm waiting for your good news."

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Another world.

Karl appeared at the bottom of the Flame Palace, reached out and snatched a letter, unfolded it, and gently shook his head.

"Intercept and kill the retinue of the gods..."

"I'm injured right now, so it's not convenient for me to fight!"

It seems that Mevia is getting impatient with the lack of news for so long, but Karl is indeed unavailable.

He also wanted to hunt down the gods' followers to increase his strength, but he lacked the power to do so.

After replying to the other party, Karl turned around and returned to the Divine Realm Fragment to continue cultivating the 'Source Sea Meditation Method'.

Currently, his mental strength is insufficient to support the construction of the third-circle sorcery; he must first focus on improving his mental strength.

Time passed slowly.

Six months later.

Name: Carl

Physical condition: 40.3

Mental Power: 30

Source quality: 0

Rank: Second-tier Holy Knight, Second-circle Wizard

Abyss Bloodline Fusion Rate: 62%

Since being poisoned by the Soul Centipede, his physical condition has not improved in the slightest for almost a year.

Without the absolute control of the Divine Realm Fragment over the physical body, the level might even drop below forty.

And his mental strength finally reached thirty.

"With the help of divine gifts, I comprehended the power of water and the essence of life, and touched upon the knowledge of the third order ahead of time, thus laying the foundation for constructing the third-circle sorcery."

"The Source Sea Meditation Method isn't top-tier in the Sixth Ring Tower, but it's one of the best natural science methods in the Magic Forest, aiming for the fourth tier. It can reduce the difficulty of constructing water-based sorcery to some extent."

"In addition to absolute control over the fragments of the divine realm, it is only possible to construct the source of life at the second stage."

After some thought, Karl's expression hardened.

Start!

A third-ring wizard's mental strength is at least fifty, which may seem like only a little more than thirty, but in reality, the difference is enormous.

The difference between the Second Ring Road and the Third Ring Road is so great that it's despairing.

Just like now.

Even with the absolute rationality and absolute control of the fragments of the divine realm, constructing the source of life is still extremely difficult.

It's like weaving a soft and intricate garment with wire thread—it's extremely energy-consuming.

half a month later.

Karl sat in the middle of the manor's flowerbed, his mind blank, with an expression of utter despair.

"count?"

The manor manager, Terry, was a middle-aged man in his forties. His father was a baron, but the title passed to his older brother, and the two brothers had a bad relationship and had been living in exile ever since.

Aristocratic upbringing and familiarity with the lifestyle of the upper class, coupled with the ability to be humble and subservient regardless of social status, made him the most suitable candidate to be a butler.

Actually.

Carl interviewed several people, but Terry's excellence far surpassed the others, and he successfully applied for the job as the manor's butler.

"I'm fine."

Coming to his senses, Karl waved his hand:

"As people get older, it's inevitable that they'll become a little distracted."

"Should we get a doctor to check on you?" Terry asked in a low voice.

"I know a theologian at a church who also works as a doctor; he is highly skilled in both theology and medicine."

"No need," Karl shook his head.

"I just need to rest."

"...Yes." Terry didn't press the matter.

"The weather is starting to get cold, so I had someone send over a blanket. It wouldn't be good for me to catch a cold."

Terry was very satisfied with this "master".

Less work

Money

Good-tempered.

Since arriving at this manor, Terry's life has been more comfortable than ever before, and it's not shameful to serve the Earl.

Unfortunately.

Count Karl had no descendants, and his health deteriorated day by day. He often sat or stayed still for an entire day.

It's very worrying about his health.

…………

The days passed by.

this day.

Carl put down his bread and sighed:

"They changed the person?"

"Yes."

Terry nodded:

"Temi, the bread maker, had a family emergency and resigned. If the Earl doesn't like the taste, I'll find someone else."

"never mind."

Karl waved his hand:

"Tell Bastian to prepare the carriage."

"Yes." Terry should say:

"I heard there will be a lot of new things at the exhibition today, and there are supposedly several ritual objects from the gods that will be on display."

"Maybe……"

"It's available for sale."

Karl's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't have many entertainment options in the capital, after all, he was almost seventy years old and there were many things that were inconvenient for him to do.

My only hobby is participating in various exhibitions and events.

He especially enjoys collecting all sorts of strange and unusual things.

This is normal.

Many nobles enjoy collecting antiques and works of art, but Karl's collection was relatively niche.

Most of them are related to deities.

According to him, he had a loyal faith in God and couldn't bear to let these things be lost.

Angel Remiller scoffed at this.

The real reason, of course, is the source quality. Some antiques contain source quality, and even a little bit is still something.

The horse-drawn carriage travels on the road.

Living a comfortable life, Bastian seemed to be getting younger and younger. He waved the reins, pointed to a shop across the street, and said:

"Count Karl, the previous cook at the manor learned her cooking skills from this Baro bakery."

"The old lady at the bakery has been making bread for decades."

"parking."

"Um?"

"I said stop the car!"

"Yes."

Bastian quickly stopped the carriage and helped Karl down.

"Baro Bakery".

Looking at the bakery in front of him, Karl's eyes held a complex expression:

"It turns out that Jenny has always stayed in the capital, with the Barrow Singing Troupe. She still remembers the past."

"The guidance of fate..."

"Aya, is this the blessing of the goddess of fate?"

The goddess of fortune will guide him to meet the people he wants to see and do the things he wants to do.

but,

Is this really a good thing?

Sometimes forgetting is a blessing in disguise.

(End of this chapter)