Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 281 Trading

half a month later.

Connie Bergman saw the news in the newspaper "by chance" and rushed to the capital to reunite with his grandfather, Carl Bergman. The Daily News even followed up with a report on the matter.

of course.

Connie and Carl are the same person. With Carl's methods, creating an illusion to deceive others would be a piece of cake.

Even Remier, the only one who saw through it, didn't intend to expose it.

A few more days passed.

Count Karl, who was "seriously ill," closed his eyes in the early hours of a certain day.

With the help of others, Connie held a funeral for the old Earl and inherited the Earl's title, officially becoming the owner of the manor.

"Whoa!"

The coachman, Bastin, carefully parked the carriage and looked towards the carriage compartment:

"Count, we've arrived at the church."

"Um."

Carl nodded in agreement, lifted the carriage curtain, stepped out slowly, glanced at the timid Bastin, and smiled:

"You don't need to be so nervous. As a senior member of the manor, I have no intention of dismissing or replacing anyone."

There's some kind of connection between the two of them.

"Yes." Bastian's face lit up with joy. He didn't know that the young man in front of him was actually old Karl, whom he had been worried sick about all this time.

"Thank you, Earl. I will definitely do my job well from now on."

"You should do your job properly." Carl straightened his clothes and gave a few words of advice, neither too harsh nor too gentle:

"My grandfather's health wasn't very good before, so he rarely went out. As a result, you, as the coachman, don't even know the roads of the royal city. This is a serious dereliction of duty."

"Never again!" Bastian hurriedly replied.

"I bought a map of the capital and consulted several colleagues about the road conditions. This kind of thing will never happen."

"That's good." Karl took out his cane, tapped the ground, and strolled towards the church entrance.

The church's massive stone pillars support the vast sky.

The rough texture and dark brown color speak volumes about how much time this building has endured.

Ancient, simple, vast, majestic...

No other building had ever given Karl this feeling; there must have been other factors besides the building itself.

like……

Divine power?

In a corner behind the column, a candle was burning, and a woman knelt before it, praying softly, the faint flame flickering in and out.

"Devout believer, the merciful Lord of Dawn has heard your prayers and will bestow blessings."

Remiller stood before a believer, holding a scripture in one hand and gently stroking the believer's head with the other:

"Go back! Your child has been saved."

"Thank you, Father! Thank you, Father!" The believer's face was filled with joy, tears streaming down his face, and he kept kowtowing.

After seeing the believers off, Remiller closed the book and turned to look at it:

"Lord Connie, have you come here to offer your loyalty to the great Lord of the Dawn?"

"The Lord of Dawn is indeed great, but unfortunately I am merely a mortal, unable to relinquish worldly desires for the time being." Karl shrugged.

"I prefer a deal that satisfies both parties to a one-sided sacrifice."

"snort!"

Remiller snorted:

"Let's go somewhere else."

She did not want to defile the sacred church.

Side hall.

Somewhat reluctantly, Remiller took out a few items and placed them on the table, gesturing for Karl to inspect them.

"These items were all donated by devout believers; this candlestick was even used in God's temple."

"And this rolled blanket was woven stitch by stitch by thirty skilled weavers over six months."

"This one..."

Karl reached out and ran his hand over each item in the room, pausing on the candlestick:

"This is a good item."

Not everything from the divine realm has source essence; on the contrary, very few do.

Source quality +3

"Do you like things that God has used?"

Remiller's eyes flickered:

"Then why not believe in God? With your abilities, if you believe in God, you might be able to obtain the position of an archangel."

Archangel

The strongest being below the gods.

Karl waved his hand in rejection and asked:

"Can the things of God be shared by the believers in the divine realm?"

"How is that possible?" Remier shook his head.

"The Divine Realm also has levels. Newcomers to the Divine Realm need to clean, cook, farm, and weave."

"Only by passing the test and becoming an angel can one gain certain privileges, but it is certainly much better than the life of a mortal."

For a faithless person like Karl, she didn't describe the divine realm as perfectly as it was in the book.

"Um?"

Karl looked up:

"Do even the people of the Divine Realm need to eat?"

"Of course," Remiller nodded.

God has the ability to create food, but it requires divine power, and it is not worthwhile to use divine power for this.

As for those who enter the divine realm, they only want to enjoy themselves and are unwilling to work...

Such people cannot enter the realm of gods; even if they did, they would be expelled.

"This one?"

Carl picked up a quill pen, squinted his eyes, and gently stroked it:

"A very special material."

"These are feathers from a bald eagle, not from an ordinary bald eagle, but from a special, legendary creature," Remiller said.

"God once used it to write."

Source quality +2

"It seems that only things imbued with the aura of gods possess primal essence; this is also true in the divine realm."

After a moment's thought, Karl asked:

"What if the Lord of Dawn finds these things?"

"Don't worry, they won't notice," Remier said.

"These are all items in the warehouse, already abandoned and no longer in use. Even if we don't take them down, they still need to be disposed of."

"God doesn't care about these things."

"That's good." Karl smiled.

"I hope to acquire some items that the gods have been in contact with next time, and use them for as long as possible."

"Don't look at me like that."

After glancing at Remier's strange expression, Karl explained:

"As you probably know, in the mortal world, some believers are willing to pay any price to obtain these things."

"God is irreplaceable in their hearts!"

"Heh..." Remiller scoffed.

"Those who harbor greed will never enter the realm of the gods."

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He traded a bunch of wizard items for over a dozen "special products" from the Divine Realm, and also gained 7 points of Source Essence.

On the way back in the carriage, Karl closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Since he advanced to the third-ring wizard, twenty points of source essence are needed to increase one point of mental strength or physical constitution.

The values ​​for the third order are fifty to one hundred.

Comparatively speaking, there isn't much source material at seven points, but this deal is valuable because it's long-term and safe.

Karl opened his eyes, touched his forehead, and looked helpless.

The lich Addison's final counterattack left a stubborn 'scar' in his mental sea.

It is difficult to repair in a short period of time.

I'm guessing...

"At least ten years!"

"The Lich Legacy, the Flame Meditation Technique, the Three-Plate Technique, the Ten Thousand Buddha Hands, the Holy Demon Transformation, and methods for concealing one's aura..."

"This is a good opportunity to cultivate myself."

After taking stock of his possessions, Karl whispered:

"But before that, we still need to go to another world and find a safe place to settle down."

"oh!"

"And what about the Black Swamp? The stargate will open in a few years. I wonder if we can do something about it?"

Having made up his mind, he closed his eyes again.

(End of this chapter)