Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 284 Witchcraft

Even so, Karl still took out the blasphemous potion and drank it down.

Even if it is the blood of an evil god, he is not afraid. On the contrary, he can transform it into source matter to increase his own strength.

But a pity.

The evil god substance in the blasphemous potion does not contain source matter.

Karl did not take the medicine to change his body, but to refine it with the Three-Plate Technique.

The three levels of skill and adaptability can be fully utilized to evolve into advanced states with the help of the ingredients in the potion.

In terms of rank.

The complete version of the Three-Plate Technique is at least Tier 5, possibly even higher than the evil god 'Pale Wings'.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Karl's eyes suddenly snapped open.

His pupils turned pitch black silently, like a passage to hell, his hair turned silver-white, and even his facial features and body shape changed to some extent.

Eerie!

Handsome!

……

The battle aura emanating from his body resembled wisps of pale white ribbons, exuding an aura that devoured all life.

A pair of wings faintly appeared behind them.

Pale Wings!

After stretching his limbs, Karl muttered to himself:

"Shouldn't this be enough to fool the higher-ups at the Sanctuary?"

After regaining his composure, he turned his gaze to his data panel.

Name: Carl

Physical condition: 49.6

Mental Power: 50.3

Source quality: 416

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

Abyss Bloodline Fusion Rate: 85%

The over four hundred source essence displayed on the data panel gave Karl a strange sense of security.

Even at a ratio of twenty to one, such a large amount of source material can still allow one's mental strength to break through the seventy mark.

That is, a mid-stage third-ring wizard!

However, he is not in a hurry to increase his cultivation level.

first,

It's always harder to increase your cultivation level as you go on, so it's more worthwhile to use your cultivation skills later on.

Secondly,

Since advancing to the third-ring wizard, the bloodline fusion of the Abyss Giant Squid has been rapidly increasing, and its physique has also become stronger. At this time, it is not advisable to use source essence to increase cultivation and interrupt this progress.

"We'll talk about it after the bloodline fusion reaches 100%, the physique exceeds 50, and I become a Forbidden Knight."

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Royal City.

Yesterday's snowfall blanketed the entire city in a thick winter coat.

The tire tracks pressed down on the snow as they drove along the road, and residents on both sides of the street could be seen clearing the snow from in front of their homes.

"Whoa..."

Bastian waved the reins to stop the carriage, and brought out a stool and cloak to help Karl get down from the carriage.

Stepping onto a low stool, Karl landed and looked at the manor in front of him.

Unlike his manor on the outskirts of the city, this area is close to the core of the royal city, where every inch of land is extremely valuable.

The power and wealth of the owner who could build such a luxurious manor here are unimaginable.

"Earl Connie"

A middle-aged priest came to greet him:

"You've arrived."

"Hmm." Karl nodded, followed the other into the manor, and asked:

"When did Count Jeff find himself in this situation?"

"Six months ago." Swinburne was the priest on this street and also Remier's subordinate.

He began to explain:

"Six months ago, Earl Jeff went away for a while. When he returned, he lost his appetite and his health deteriorated."

"I performed a magic spell on him and also called a doctor to treat him, but the effect has not improved."

"Bishop Louis came by a few days ago and said you might have a solution."

As she spoke, she glanced at Karl with a hint of curiosity.

What makes this young count capable of curing a disease that even divine magic and top doctors cannot cure?

However, he dared not question Bishop Louis's words.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound of their footsteps echoing through the thick snow led them to a greenhouse, guided by a manor servant.

In the center of the greenhouse was a soft couch, on which lay an elderly man with gray hair, his breath faint.

Karl's eyes were strange:

"Count Jeff?"

"Yes." The priest sighed.

"This is Earl Jeff. He is only thirty years old, but he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies."

"Hmm." Karl stepped forward, glanced around casually, and said:

"Did you cast an eternal divine spell on him?"

Although divine spells are amazing, their duration is usually short, and only by paying a great price can one keep the divine spell permanently on their body.

For example, the blessing of the goddess of fate on Karl is a level 5 or even 6 constant divine spell.

The same applies to Count Jeff's divine magic, though it is of a very low rank, only a first-order Life Blessing, but even so it is extremely rare.

"Yes."

The priest should speak in a low voice:

"It was requested by the Duke."

Duke?

Carl understood.

Earl Jeff has a good father, one of the four current dukes of the kingdom, and has the blood of a god in his veins.

However, unlike the grand dukes of the other world, the grand dukes of this world are accustomed to a life of luxury. Apart from a few grand dukes of the Kingdom of Cologne, grand dukes of other countries rarely have a third-tier forbidden knight.

To know.

The Grand Duke was born a legendary "being," and with a little effort, he could become a second-tier holy knight.

"Physically weak and mentally exhausted."

After a brief examination, Karl nodded and began to speak:

"I understand it pretty well."

"Then..." the priest began.

"How does the Earl intend to treat him?"

"The patient's condition is too strange; I need to go back and think about it carefully. I can't give you an answer right now," Karl said.

"I'll come back in a few days once I've thought it through."

"This..." The priest hesitated.

"Oh well!"

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On the way back, Karl sat in the carriage, his eyes half-closed and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"witchcraft……"

Only witchcraft, under the protection of divine magic, could torment a count to such an extent.

Fortunately, Count Jeff possessed the strength of a great knight and also had the divine magic cast by the priest; otherwise, he would have died several years ago.

To cast a spell on an earl with a ducal background must have an ulterior motive.

"Whoa..."

Bastian suddenly stopped the carriage and shouted at the person blocking his way:

"What's wrong with you?"

"The roads are slippery after the snow. What if I can't stop in time and hit someone if you suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

"Alright," Karl said from inside the carriage.

"Let him in."

"Huh?" Bastian was taken aback, only to see the person blocking his way leap onto the carriage and slide into the compartment.

His movements were extremely agile.

"Earl Connie"

The person entering the carriage removed their hat, revealing delicate and beautiful features; it was a stunning woman. She smiled and spoke:

"I've heard of you before, but this is the first time I've met you. My name is Yura, Jeff's sister."

"Ms. Yura." Karl looked at the newcomer, seemingly unsurprised by her sudden visit. He merely scrutinized her for a moment before speaking:

"I never imagined you were a legendary knight."

"For people like us, becoming a legend isn't that difficult," Yuramen said with a smile.

Even with a thin bloodline.

"It's people like my brother who haven't improved much in strength from birth to adulthood; those are the odd ones out."

Carl nodded.

Yura also possesses the bloodline of a Grand Duke. Although she wasn't born a legendary being, she's still quite capable. With a little effort in her training, she can advance to the legendary level.

After all, their bloodline did not break through the limitations of their cultivation level.

"Miss Yura wants to ask me about Earl Jeff?"

"Yes."

Yura nodded, looking at him with a strange expression:

"I never expected that there would be a formal wizard living in the royal city. Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Karl asked.

"The one who cursed Count Jeff?"

He gently shook his head:

"I am a white wizard, and I abide by the covenant between the gods and wizards. I will not lay a hand on ordinary people on this continent, but someone has clearly broken the rules."

"Count Connie." Yura frowned.

"Maybe……"

"Was this done on purpose? When you went to my brother's estate, did you see his wife? Was she unattended? Even if you cured him, how much would you be paid?"

"Hmm..." Karl hesitated.

"So, it was you who wanted to steal Jeff's bloodline?"

Yura remained noncommittal, then spoke:

"Lord Connie, there's a Wizarding Association in the royal city. Would you be interested in becoming its vice president?"

(End of this chapter)