Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 297 The Black Wizard

Just as Charlene had said, news of the collapse of the front-line troops arrived within a few days.

Furthermore, some people discovered that the true nobles and upper class of the royal city had fled the city at some point.

In a short time.

Chaos broke out in the city.

"count."

Butler Terry spoke in a low voice:

"Several people from the manor didn't come to work today. I asked some people who know them well, and I guess they won't be coming back in the future."

The procession leaving the capital now stretches for more than ten miles, and those who have connections will not choose to stay.

The same applies to the workers on the estate.

"Um."

Karl nodded, sat down, picked up his drink, took a sip, and said slowly:

"The situation is unstable recently. Anyone who wants to leave can do so at any time. Don't forget to pay your wages."

"Well……"

"Do you have any plans to leave?"

"The Earl is joking," Terry shook his head.

"It's safer here than if I left, and besides, the Kingdom of Cologne has always had a tradition of treating nobles well."

"You'd better hope that's the case." Carl smiled.

"There are many empty rooms in the manor, so those who haven't left can stay temporarily without having to travel back and forth."

The city is not safe now; it is said that the city guards are forcibly arresting able-bodied men to fill the ranks of the army.

Moreover, some people took advantage of the chaos to rob and plunder others.

Staying at the manor also guarantees safety.

"Yes."

Terry should be:

"The Earl is kind and generous; he will surely be blessed by God and spared from the calamities of war."

"Heh..." Karl chuckled, picked up a pastry, put it in his mouth, chewed it briefly, and said slowly:

"Who made this plate of pastries?"

"A new cook has arrived, skilled in making all kinds of desserts," Terry explained.

"This dessert is called Osmanthus Cake. It is made with oil, flour, osmanthus flowers, and milk. It is a specialty of the Kingdom of Sak."

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"Call her here."

"Yes."

Terry should be.

Not long after.

A woman in her thirties, dressed in a gray cotton coat, strolled into the restaurant and knelt down.

"A peasant woman... greets Your Excellency the Earl!"

"Raise your head."

The woman raised her head shakily, revealing smooth skin and beautiful features that were so different from those of the laborers.

Karl's eyes were deep as he asked:

"What's your name?"

"Reporting to the Earl," the woman replied softly.

"Patrick Sia, the peasant woman".

"From the Kingdom of Sak?"

"Yes."

"The desserts are quite good." Karl picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, examined it briefly, and sighed softly.

"It would be even better if it weren't cursed."

?

The woman suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a cold light, and her aura changed.

Previously, the woman was a peasant woman who had never seen the world; her only special feature was that she was somewhat pretty.

just now.

An aura of arrogance and haughtiness emanated from her, which even her simple clothes could not conceal.

"To know about curses, it seems you're a mortal who has had contact with the wizarding world." The woman's voice was cold as she looked at Karl.

"Too bad, you've already eaten!"

"Who are you?" Terry's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted outside:

"Someone come here!"

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Never mind," Karl waved his hand.

"Calling someone over won't do any good; there's no need to waste the effort."

"That's right." The woman sneered.

"I am an apprentice wizard, possessing powers that mortals cannot control. If you obediently offer up your wealth, you may be able to save your lives."

"Heh..." Karl chuckled and shook his head.

"So it was all for my wealth?"

"Putting aside the pact between wizards and gods, as an outsider wizard, didn't you first try to contact the local wizarding organization?"

"What do you mean?" The woman's eyes flickered, and a golden needle appeared in her hand without her noticing.

"You think knowing a few people from a wizarding organization can threaten me?"

"No," Karl sighed softly.

"If you've ever been in contact with the local wizarding community, you should know who owns this manor."

?

The woman was taken aback, then seemed to have guessed something, threw the gold needle in her hand forward and turned to run away.

"Bang!"

An invisible force descended from the sky, crushing her legs and forcing her to kneel heavily on the ground.

As for the golden needles thrown at Karl, they were burned to molten gold by a flame before they even touched his clothes.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

"The Dark Wizard..." Karl's expression was icy.

"They actually tried to rob me! That's absurd!"

"Spare me! Spare me!" The woman cried out in terror, desperately kowtowing to the hard rocky ground.

"My lord, please spare me! This peasant woman truly never imagined that you were a noble wizard."

"If I weren't a wizard, but just an ordinary person, I'd probably already be under a curse, my life and death no longer in my own hands," Karl said coldly.

"Since you've done this, you have to bear the consequences."

"No!" Sensing the chilling killing intent rushing towards her, the peasant woman trembled and cried out urgently:

"You killed me, and my mentor will never forgive you!"

"Your mentor?" Karl raised an eyebrow, and with a gentle stretch of his hand, the peasant woman's staff floated into his grasp.

"Let me see where he is."

Gently stroking the staff, following the aura emanating from it, wisps of flame gradually appeared in the arena, eventually converging into a portal.

Third Ring Wizard - Flame Gate!

Karl reached out and tapped the door, pulling a figure from over ten miles away.

"Patrick!"

The man who was captured was a middle-aged man of unremarkable appearance. He arrived at the manor in the blink of an eye.

He first looked at the woman in the room and subconsciously asked:

"What happened?"

The woman was already dumbfounded.

Spatial magic!

This...this is a spell that only a third-ring archmage can cast, and the person in front of me is a third-ring archmage?

Despair washed over her, and her body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

"It seems they are not master and disciple, but husband and wife."

Karl's voice was icy:

"Perfect timing! The consciousness separation technique in lich magic is short of materials; you can be our test subjects!"

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Somewhere in the void.

Alfred August, holding his scepter, walked slowly to a stone step and looked up.

At the edge of his vision was a pitch-black, deep, all-consuming black 'sphere'.

On this sphere, he could feel a sensation similar to that he had experienced when he met a deity.

Supreme Will!

This sphere represents the authority of the Green family.

"Respected elder."

Alf, who possessed demigod blood, knelt respectfully on one knee on the stone steps:

"I desperately need your help."

Something seemed to tremble slightly in the void, followed by a tremendous sound that resounded through the void and echoed in his ears.

"The ancient covenant remains, and cannot be broken."

"Elder." Alf looked up:

"I want to make a trade!"

"An enemy of the Green family is on the Eastern Kingdom continent. I can send him to you in exchange for the August family to travel to the Kalim continent."

The voice hesitated for a moment.

"Karl?"

Over the years, the Green family has had countless enemies, but few are remembered by "it".

Fortunately, most of his enemies were on the continent of Kalim, and not many were on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom.

"Yes." Alf nodded.

"Karl Bergman, he seems to have already become a third-tier forbidden knight, and his wizardry skills are not bad either."

"The Forbidden Knight?" A ripple of emotion emanated from the voice:

"Can!"

The Green family may not care about Karl, but the secrets hidden within such a rapid improvement in cultivation in such a short time are worth the price.

(End of this chapter)