Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 280 Serious Illness

Karl lay in bed, his body wrapped in soft blankets, his face pale as he allowed the doctor to examine him.

"No problem."

After the examination, the doctor put away his stethoscope and said slowly:

"The Earl is just getting old, and his body is inevitably a bit weak in special weather, especially since his internal organs are not as functioning as those of a young person. He will be fine if he takes good care of himself in the future."

"Um."

Karl closed his eyes and spoke softly:

"Send the doctor away."

"Yes."

The steward, Terry, was responsible for arranging the carriage to take the doctor back to the city.

Only Abe remained in the room.

As Karl's "apprentice," he held a special position in the manor, barely qualifying as a half-master.

"count."

Abe spoke in a low voice:

"The basement has been cleared out, and that strange... evil spirit has disappeared."

Only he knew why Karl had become like this.

The sudden lethargy, fatigue, and drowsiness must be related to the disappearance of that entity in the basement.

However, the evil spirit in the basement had existed for hundreds of years, and the fact that the Earl was able to eliminate it shows his power.

"Um."

Karl nodded slowly:

"Abe".

"exist."

"I kept you in the manor to help me seal off the evil spirit in the basement. Now that it's gone, you should start thinking about where you're going next."

"what?"

Abe's face turned pale.

Although Karl rarely taught him knowledge, a few casual words or books given to him could solve his problems in spiritual practice.

In just a few months, Abe has successfully constructed a zero-ring witchcraft and is steadily progressing towards becoming an intermediate wizard apprentice, something he never dared to dream of before.

This is completely different from my previous practice under the guidance of a 'mentor'.

Karl, however, did not intend to keep him by his side indefinitely, and spoke with his eyes closed:

Do you know about the Black Swamp?

"I've heard of it." Abe's eyes flickered slightly.

"Some wizarding apprentices say that it is a sacred place for wizards to practice, and many people practice there."

"Holy Land?" Karl chuckled.

"That statement isn't entirely wrong; the Black Swamp is indeed the only way to reach the Holy Land."

He raised a finger, and several books appeared on the edge of the bed.

"You've studied witchcraft with me for a while now, so consider these witchcraft books a parting gift."

"Go to the Black Swamp. If one day you are qualified to go to the continent of Kalim, come back to see me. But remember not to tell anyone else that you studied witchcraft with me, no one at all, unless you don't want to go to that so-called holy land."

"Count!" Abe's face turned pale.

"Go and get ready." Karl waved his hand.

"You won't learn anything more from me."

"...Yes." Abe gritted her teeth, feeling unwilling, and retreated step by step with her head down.

Carl remained expressionless.

Under the lich's desperate counterattack, his inner mental sea suffered severe damage that would be difficult to repair in a short time. During this period, he naturally avoided moving around as much as possible.

"Never underestimate other wizards, especially a third-ring wizard who has lived for countless years."

"It was just a wisp of a remnant soul, yet it almost caused me to capsize in the gutter. Fortunately, the gains were not bad."

By 'devouring' the remnant soul of the lich Addison, he directly gained access to a fourth-tier bloodline wizard's inheritance.

Furthermore, through the remnant soul, he gained some understanding of the situation on the continent of Kalim.

in addition,

Lich cultivation methods...

"Unfortunately, the three cultivation methods Meivia provided are incomplete. Unless I have essence blood, I can only transform into a lower-tier being. If I could transform into a lich, my lifespan could be extended to some extent."

A lich's lifespan is more than twice that of a normal wizard.

But it's not a big problem for Karl.

Third-ring wizards have a lifespan of up to a thousand years. He's not even a hundred years old yet, and he'll live for a long time to come.

"Da da..."

"Enter!"

The door opened, and two women walked in one after the other.

Remiele, now playing the protagonist Louis, walked ahead, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at the immobile Karl on the bed.

"I heard you're seriously ill. Do you need God's blessing?"

"..." Karl was speechless.

"No need."

Most divine spells only work on believers; if one does not believe in the deity, the blessing will become a punishment. Remier, of course, knew that Karl was perfectly healthy; he only asked as a prank.

"Count." Charlene was also present, and naturally unaware of the reason, she spoke up to offer advice:

"Bishop Louis's blessing is something many people desire but cannot obtain."

"Yes." Karl sighed.

"Thank you for calling the doctor."

"Of course." Charlene bowed.

"Although the environment in the suburbs is nice, it's inconvenient to see a doctor. I heard you were sick, so I brought a doctor with me."

"Fortunately, Earl, you are alright."

"I want to help you a lot." Karl nodded, and just as he was about to say something, his gaze turned to Abe by the door.

"All packed up?"

"Um."

Abe glanced at Remier instinctively, then quickly looked away.

He knew that the protagonist was an angel, and that wizard apprentices were heretics in the eyes of angels.

"I left you a few things; go ask Terry for them."

Carl waved his hand:

Let's go!

"..." Abe's eyes reddened:

"Thank you, mentor!"

This time, Carl did not deny it.

"Black Swamp".

Watching Abu leave, a glint flashed in Remiller's eyes. He turned to Karl and spoke:

"It seems you still want to leave."

"No," Karl shrugged.

He sent Abe to the Black Swamp with the intention of having him gather information and find an opportunity to travel to the continent of Kalim.

Charlene looked blank, unable to understand the meaning behind their words. To them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor.

Carl asked:

"You're back from the front lines, how was it?"

Remiller's expression darkened.

That's terrible!

The army of the God of the Sun won victory after victory on the battlefield, and even the intervention of angels could not reverse the situation.

The key is...

The other deities claimed to be helping with all their might, but in reality, they were all watching as the Lord of Dawn gradually weakened.

madness!

Even Remiel could see that if the God of the Sun won, he would not let the other gods go.

His goal is to unify the divine realm!

"I've come to ask you for a few things."

"No problem."

Carl smiled:

"You can exchange it for something, especially the items on it."

"...Okay!" Remiller gritted his teeth and agreed.

"I need some time to raise the funds."

Karl's second-tier runes are quite powerful, especially for saving lives; they are very useful in critical moments.

As for the things mentioned above...

Naturally, these are artifacts from the realm of the gods.

The source matter that Karl needs is related to the gods; artifacts in the divine realm usually contain a certain amount of source matter.

"Well……"

Looking at Remiller, Karl seemed to be deep in thought:

"You're not acting as a middleman, are you?"

Remier flipped through the silver.

She is indeed doing it.

Even angels don't want to die, and wizards' tools can be very useful in certain situations.

"Miss Charlene."

Karl shook his head, looked at Charlene who had been looking puzzled, and said:

"My health is deteriorating, and I don't think I can hold on much longer. I plan to place a notice in the newspaper."

"In Signoria, I have a descendant named Connie, and I hope he will come here to take over my property and title."

"Count," Charlene advised.

"You'll be alright."

Seeing Karl's insistent expression, I could only nod:

"Can!"

"I will arrange for an announcement in the next issue of the newspaper, and I hope your younger relative will see it."

Remiller's face was full of sarcasm.

She knew perfectly well that Karl couldn't die at all; he was probably just trying to create a new identity for himself.

(End of this chapter)