Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 269 Meeting an Old Friend

Baro Bakery.

This is a very ordinary bakery, mainly selling several types of bread that are commonly eaten by ordinary people.

The shop owner, Tess, was a woman in her fifties, with a plump figure and a round face that always had a smile on her face.

"Ring ring..."

The shop door, pushed open from the outside, struck the hanging bell, producing a clear and melodious sound.

Welcome!

Tess stopped what she was doing and nodded to the guest:

"Is there anything you need?"

The guest who came in had graying temples and a wrinkled face, and was obviously very old, but he did not have the usual old age vibe or the look of an elderly person.

It's very clean!

He was as clean-cut as a young boy.

The clothes she wore were simple in design, without any fancy decorations, but the material looked very high-end.

His demeanor and movements exuded an air of nobility.

Tess looked puzzled. Her shop served ordinary people and she rarely encountered people like this.

"I'm Jenny's friend."

Carl glanced at the bakery's layout, then spoke slowly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

Is she there?

Small business.

Business is so-so; it's estimated that they can only support the family's basic needs.

"Aunt Jenny?" Tess's face lit up with surprise.

"Do you know Aunt Jenny? She's not feeling too well and is resting in the backyard. I'll take you there."

He wiped the flour off his hands, pulled open the wooden board on the counter, and led Karl toward the backyard.

It's called a backyard, but it's really just a cramped courtyard with weak sunlight filtering through from above.

On the wooden chair, an elderly woman with a full head of white hair lay wrapped in a blanket, her eyes half-open.

"Aunt Jenny!"

Tess came closer and whispered:

"Someone has come to see you."

"..." Jenny opened her eyes, her gaze cloudy and dull, and looked up following Tess's direction.

The moment she saw Karl, her eyes seemed to change, as if she were puzzled.

It also seemed like hesitation.

"Uh...uh..."

"Jenny, it's me." Carl stepped closer, squatted down beside the wooden chair, and carefully examined his former friend:

"Your throat..."

"Aunt Jenny had an illness when she was young, and she hasn't been able to speak since," Tess sighed.

"Starting two years ago, her memory has been getting worse and worse, and sometimes even I can't recognize her."

"But she recognized you!"

Although Jenny's change in expression was subtle, it was already quite noticeable to Tess, who was used to it.

"He's sick and can't speak." Karl's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"How could this happen?"

Jenny's voice is so unique that it allowed her to join the National Opera without any prior performance experience.

It ruined my voice.

It means everything is ruined.

This must have happened shortly after she arrived in the capital, but she never mentioned it to him in her letters, only mentioning happy things.

"My mother said someone killed her," Tess whispered.

"But I don't know exactly who it was, since it happened decades ago, and Aunt Jenny never mentions it."

"Your mother?"

"My mother, Pessie, and my Aunt Jenny both came from the Barrow Opera Company."

Carl nodded.

"Did Jenny pass down the bakery's skills?"

"Yes."

No wonder!

The taste is so familiar.

Karl's eyes were complicated; fate had already given him instructions, and he should have guessed it long ago.

"Aunt Jenny has never smiled since she lost her voice. Later, with the help of my parents, she opened this bakery."

Tess explained:

"My parents passed away one after the other a few years ago, and I also had some family troubles, so I came here to help manage the business and take care of Aunt Jenny."

"Hmm." Karl straightened up.

"I want to bring Jenny to live with me."

"This..." Tess was taken aback. She hadn't thought Karl had any bad intentions. After all, an elderly person with dementia would be a burden to anyone, and she herself sometimes complained about it.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"My place is very big; it can house many people," Carl said.

"Perfect timing, there's a kitchen manager there, you can come along if you'd like."

"I forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Karl, and I am an earl. I own a manor on the outskirts of the city."

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Time slips away unnoticed.

It's dazzling.

Three years passed.

Fragments of the Divine Realm.

"become!"

Karl let out a muffled shout, his eyes suddenly widening, their light burning intensely, like a bottomless abyss.

Within his spiritual sea, a complex and mysterious magical circuit suddenly took shape, rapidly devouring the surrounding free-floating astral energy, transforming it into pure life force that surged into his limbs and bones.

The Third Ring Magic - The Fountain of Life!

Nourished by this life force, the previously stagnant Holy Demon Transformation was revitalized.

"The Saintly Transformation technique relies too heavily on support; no wonder even the ancient gods could only cultivate a few. And these are only at the Silver Body level. At the current rate, the resources needed to perfect the Gold Body are astronomical."

"However, with sufficient resources, the level of this sacred technique can improve at an astonishing rate, a feat unmatched by other sacred techniques."

"Well……"

Karl's eyes narrowed:

"It's time to begin!"

Over the past three years, in addition to practicing meditation and constructing the Three-Ring Witchcraft Life Source, he has also been testing the Soul Centipede's reaction.

The worm spirit clinging to his body constantly sought to kill him.

Because of the shared life, people and things gain a deeper understanding of each other.

Carl was confident.

Even if the person from the Green family came, he could never know more about the Soul Centipede than him.

And now,

That's when you need to solve problems!

Wanfo Temple – Vajra Seal!

With his hands forming a hand seal, he unleashed a powerful force from the outside in, striking the soul centipede that was fused with his physical body. The fierce power erupted from the smallest detail.

"Bang!"

The soul centipede trembled violently.

Karl's face also turned pale, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. His life force immediately replenished the lost energy.

"Sizzle..."

The Soul Centipede, with its third-tier level, understood that the moment had come and began to struggle frantically.

Even if you die,

They'll drag the person their master wants to kill down with them!

"You beast!"

Karl's eyes widened, and he roared angrily. Dozens of tentacles suddenly emerged from his back, forming handprints as he lunged forward.

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Twelve Consecutive Strikes!

"Bang!"

"Peng Peng!"

"..."

"puff!"

Karl coughed up blood, his spirit instantly weakened, and the soul centipede within his body suddenly stiffened, falling into a rigid state.

"Again!"

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Thirty-Six Consecutive Strikes!

A barrage of palm strikes rained down from the sky, instantly engulfing Karl completely, as an extremely powerful force surged into his body.

This blow landed on the defenseless body.

Even with a silver body, one would be crippled before cultivating the source of life.

just now……

Karl collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, his body twitching slightly, but he still retained a sliver of life force.

Beneath him, a red centipede the size of a finger was curled up, trembling violently.

"Oh……"

Karl struggled to his feet and found a container to put the soul centipede inside.

"After more than three years, I've finally gotten rid of you."

"I thought it would take eight or ten years, but it's gone so quickly. It seems that pressure can indeed be a driving force."

If it weren't for the Soul Centipede constantly threatening his life, Karl would never have been able to master the third-circle sorcery, the Fountain of Life, so quickly.

Moreover, this time he not only mastered witchcraft, but with a little refinement, he could also turn the Soul Centipede into his trump card.

It can only be said that misfortune may be a blessing in disguise.

"Next..."

"Saintly Demonic Transformation, Seventh Level!"

(End of this chapter)