Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 30 Kingsley

With the birthday of the gods approaching, the city of Signoria, a grand annual festival, has begun its preparations well in advance.

The same applies to the patrol office.

Kelly twisted his obese body, struggling to hang the idol above the window, muttering:

"The higher-ups were very generous this time; to celebrate God's birthday, they gave us double the amount of funding we received last year."

"Even the main gate needs to be renovated."

As the weather turned cold, Karl put on a cashmere robe and lay on a recliner reading a book.

He nodded casually upon hearing this:

"Really? It seems the benefits they'll give us will be pretty good."

"Yes."

Carey got up from the chair, panting, and turned to look at the book in Carl's hands:

"Anatomy? Are you planning to switch careers and become a doctor?"

"Learning has no end!" Karl smiled.

"I've heard there's a Dr. Robert in town who makes a fortune with his medical skills. Who wouldn't envy him?"

"Robert?" Carey shook her head.

"Never heard of it."

Although he was a descendant of nobility, his standard of living was not high, and the people he associated with were often not wealthy.

It's normal not to have heard of it.

"Speaking of which..."

Kerry moved chairs and arranged decorations:

Aren't you going to help?

"You can handle this by yourself. It's good exercise and you can even lose weight." Karl shook his head.

"I have important business to attend to."

As he spoke,

He picked up the mulled wine beside him, took a small sip, and looked completely content.

He was indeed busy with important matters, wanting to analyze the spell model on the red-haired man's severed arm, which required knowledge of anatomy.

"never mind."

Kerry shook his head speechlessly, saying as he continued working:

"Have you heard the news? The vampire that disappeared recently has reappeared."

"Um?"

Karl looked up, a puzzled expression on his face:

"What happened?"

It's been a while since we've heard anything about the mummified corpse case since the Vatican's Night Watch took over.

I thought it was completely resolved, but it unexpectedly reappeared.

"I heard..." Kerry stopped what he was doing and said:

"The vampires and the fire-stealers are not in cahoots, and the Holy See's sweep of the hidden fire-stealers in the city failed to find the vampires."

"Not in cahoots?" Karl was slightly taken aback.

"Back then..."

"Yes, we were chasing those people, and they must have deliberately led us to the Fire Thieves' stronghold."

Judging from the situation at the time, the fire thieves also reacted hastily when faced with the sudden intrusion of the patrolmen.

Otherwise, how could a stronghold with a mid-level wizard apprentice stationed there only have a few patrol officers killed?

This suggests that the case of the dried corpse and the fire thief are very likely not overlapping, and that the two groups may even be hostile to each other, which is why they deliberately lured people to each other's strongholds.

This is not hard to guess.

The Vatican is only now realizing this, which is quite slow; it seems there are troublemakers everywhere.

"Commander Diana is requesting an investigation into the mummified corpse case," Carey said.

"It seems she's prepared to take this case head-on, but I advise you not to get involved."

"Of course." Carl shrugged.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"By the way, how's the apartment you found for me coming along? You haven't mentioned it in so long."

"We're looking, we're looking," Kerry replied.

"You want a courtyard house, a quiet place in the city, but the price can't be too expensive."

"It always takes some time."

Preparing medicines and practicing martial arts both require a certain amount of space.

Carl's current rented house is too small, and it's inconvenient to make too much noise, which causes many inconveniences.

Especially since the amount of things needed for preparing potions has increased, the fragments of the Divine Realm have become increasingly difficult to store, making it inevitable to find a new place to live.

After a moment's thought, Karl said:

Regarding the price... we can be a bit more flexible.

"oh!"

Kerry raised an eyebrow:

"What, have you struck it rich lately?"

Buying property is no small sum, and given Carl's salary level, it would be difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

"Our family has a noble lineage, so it's normal to have some inherited wealth," Kyle explained casually.

"Put more effort into finding a place to live."

"I'm envious." Kerry sighed.

"I understand. I'll ask around for you more often. But what have you been busy with lately?"

"They've been gone for days on end."

"Something came up." Karl took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"get off work!"

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Last night, the goddess of ice and snow bestowed her blessings, and the entire city of Signoria was covered in silver, with far fewer pedestrians on the streets.

Buddy Goods Store.

Old Nick wiped his hands with a handkerchief and sat down opposite him.

"Baron, you've come again."

"Yes."

Karl put his cane aside and sighed.

"We've almost sold off all our savings, so I'm afraid we won't be able to come back again."

As she spoke, she took out a long wooden box from her bosom, and when she opened it, she revealed an exquisite hairpin inside.

The frequent sale of expensive goods is too eye-catching.

Just like now.

Old Nick had become a regular customer of Carl's, personally taking orders every time he came, and had become a familiar face to him.

In fact, Karl had been using different identities to sell goods at various consignment shops in order to avoid trouble.

"Not for sale, but you can come and buy," old Nick said with a smile.

"The Baron has exchanged no less than a hundred gold coins from our shop; he's now a true VIP."

"The freight forwarding company is always welcome."

Carl shook his head.

He exchanged a lot of gold coins, and the total, both openly and secretly, was far more than a hundred, but the cost was even greater.

wizard,

It's an incredibly expensive profession.

Especially pharmaceutics!

One hundred gold coins may seem like a lot, but they can easily be used to buy some medicine or conduct a few experiments.

"Karl!"

At that moment, a warm female voice rang out:

"You're here too."

Karl looked up, his eyes showing surprise.

The woman who came into view was dressed in a flamboyant manner, with heavy makeup on her face, so much so that he almost did not recognize her.

Kingsley, the eldest daughter of her uncle Gregor and Carl's cousin.

The last time the two met was at Earl Renekton's estate outside the city.

The other party appeared as a gift for the count's son's coming-of-age ceremony, but because his status was too awkward at the time, they did not acknowledge each other.

Beside Kingsley was a well-dressed older man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties.

She linked arms with the old man, her attitude intimate, and looked at Karl, or rather, at the hairpin in front of Karl, with a look of surprise.

His eyes almost lit up when he looked at the hairpin:

"What a coincidence."

"Yes."

Karl stood up and nodded in acknowledgment:

"My cousin is shopping too, and this is...?"

Although the two people in front of him were acting very intimately, Carl would not mistake his cousin-in-law for his own.

I'd heard that the couple each did their own thing, but I never imagined they were doing it this well.

"My friend, Crane," Kingsley introduced casually.

"Kran, he is the cousin I mentioned to you, a distinguished baron, Baron Karl."

"oh!"

The old man, Crane, who had initially maintained a cold expression, changed his demeanor upon hearing that Karl was actually a baron.

"So it was Baron Karl."

"Karl," Kingsley interjected.

"Are you selling something?"

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"I'm a little short on cash lately, so I'll sell some things from home to tide me over for a while."

"Tsk!"

Kingsley shook his head:

"If you're having financial difficulties, go to your uncle, or you can come to me. Is this hairpin you want to sell?"

Before Karl could speak, she had already stepped forward and picked up the hairpin from the box, her eyes full of delight.

"Selling it to anyone is the same as selling it to someone else, so why not sell it to me?"

(End of this chapter)