Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 39 Life Potion

"Strength increased by nearly 20%, skin became firmer and more resistant to blows, speed also improved slightly, and recovery after injury should also be enhanced to some extent."

Karl loosely clenched his fists, silently sensing the changes within himself.

"besides……"

Negative emotions such as caution, fear, and worry are weakened, and one becomes more courageous.

All these changes happened in an instant.

So strong!

Is this divine magic?

Although it cannot directly cause damage to the enemy, it can greatly enhance the combat power and fighting spirit of one's own side.

Moreover, it's not one-on-one, but a blessing on a large scale.

If used on the battlefield...

Turning the tide is no easy task!

Karl was surprised, but not astonished, by the methods the priest used.

The Vatican's ability to possess power beyond the mundane in this world of extraordinary abilities cannot be solely due to some vague and ethereal faith.

Without immense power, it would be impossible.

"superior!"

With a wave of the priest's hand, two metal lumps rushed out from the crowd and crashed into the wall in front of them.

"boom!"

The high walls built of bricks and stones were like piles of tofu in front of them, easily destroyed.

moment.

Two large, human-shaped holes were broken in the wall.

骑士！

Moreover, they were fully armed knights.

A proper knight's strength can overwhelm ferocious beasts; their weapons alone weigh dozens of kilograms, and in the wild, a knight can single-handedly slaughter an entire wolf pack.

The heavy armor they wear makes them immune to normal attacks.

The two stormed into the manor and launched a one-sided massacre amidst the raging flames, leaving corpses strewn everywhere they went.

By the time Karl rushed in with the crowd, the fighting was almost over, blood was flowing on the ground, and not a single survivor was in sight.

"Are they even killing the elderly and children?"

The sight of the corpses on the ground made Karl's heart sink, giving him a deeper understanding of the Vatican's ruthless methods.

"Don't just stand there."

Diana patted him on the shoulder:

"Let's go to the next place."

"Yes."

Karl snapped out of his reverie and nodded in agreement.

Perhaps the power of the Holy See was too great, because he felt that today's operation was somewhat anticlimactic.

Except for some resistance at a suburban estate, the area was almost completely swept away, with little to no resistance.

It ended in the evening.

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Suppressing the fatigue of a long day, Diana straightened her clothes and, led by others, went to the hall.

This is the parliament hall.

The three highest-ranking people in Signoria are the bishop, the city lord, and the elder of the noble council.

The elders are in poor health and have not held meetings for several years; most matters are handled by Speaker Frank.

This was a virtuous elder, a viscount, who was deeply respected by the nobles.

"I never expected that the followers of the evil goddess Elise would be lurking in the city. Luckily, you discovered them in time."

Seeing Diana enter, Frank waved for the others to leave and praised her:

"Viscount Sassoon is proud to have a daughter like you."

"Thank you for your kind words, Speaker." Diana placed one hand on her left chest, bowed, and asked:

"Any leads regarding last night's events?"

"Hmm..." Frank hesitated for a moment.

"According to the investigation, the one who killed the followers of the evil god was likely the fire thief, as obvious traces of flames were left at the scene."

"Fire-stealers?"

Diana frowned instinctively.

"good."

Frank nodded:

"When you were investigating the mummified corpse case, Elise's followers deliberately led you to a Firebringer stronghold, which was then destroyed. This time it seems to be the Firebringers' revenge."

"As believers in the same evil god, they also did not get along."

Diana nodded slowly.

That makes sense, but if it was the fire thief who did it, why didn't he kill himself while he was at it?

It even helped itself untie the spider silk binding it.

He himself was the mastermind behind the destruction of the Fire Thieves' stronghold.

"speaker."

Diana spoke:

"According to our investigation, in addition to the people who were killed yesterday, there should be another mastermind behind them."

"This person has a certain social status and frequents high-end places; he is the one who selects the targets."

She continued:

"We probably didn't catch him in today's operation."

"Really?" Frank stroked his chin, then nodded.

"I understand. This matter will be investigated further. Now, let's talk about your case."

"Given that your performance aligns with the knightly principles of upholding justice and protecting the weak, and that you possess the courage to face death, the council has decided to award you a life-saving potion."

He took a bottle of medicine from the drawer and handed it to him:

"Congratulations!"

"I hope you can truly join the ranks of knights. The country and the people need someone like you to protect them."

Life-saving medicine!

Diana's heart pounded, and her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably as she carefully took the medicine, momentarily forgetting even the doubts about the case.

"Speaker, I...I will definitely do it."

"Um."

Frank nodded with a smile:

"Go down now. Take good care of your body during this time to prepare for taking the medicine. I look forward to the day you become a knight."

"Um."

Diana nodded emphatically.

…………

As Frank watched Diana walk out of the hall, the smile on his face slowly faded, eventually turning ashen.

He turned around and walked into the side hall.

There were already people waiting here.

"You gave our enemy a life-saving potion." Upon his entry, one of the people waiting in the hall spoke in a muffled voice:

"This could become a weapon that kills us."

"snort!"

Frank scoffed:

"I don't have the authority to approve or distribute the life-saving drug alone, and if you had been more discreet, this wouldn't have happened."

"Hidden?" The other person looked disdainful.

"Taking another's life pleases the Mother Goddess, but it is you, not us, who need the purifying potion."

"The blood of virgins can keep you young forever. The noblewomen in the city would love for us to kill more people. They would pay any price for their looks."

If Diana overheard their conversation, she would be astonished.

Frank, the respected Speaker, secretly colluded with followers of an evil god, and even though he knew about their actions, he did not stop them but instead chose to let them go.

"never mind."

Waving his hand, the bald, tattooed man said in a low voice:

"I want to know who killed Jeff!"

"There are no leads at the moment." Frank shrugged.

"Are you sure it wasn't done by the fire-stealers?"

"certainly."

The bald, burly man squinted:

"I know them very well, and if they really did it, there's no reason for them to let that girl go."

"Maybe……"

He looked at Frank and said slowly:

"Is he a wizard?"

"Wizard?" Frank's expression changed, seemingly quite wary of the word, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"Even the Vatican can't control them. Don't expect me to investigate; they're a bunch of faithless people."

"I know," the bald, burly man asked.

"But you should know something about the wizarding apprentices in Signoria, shouldn't you?"

"...Yes." Frank hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"I do know some, but it seems none of them possess the ability to unleash flames."

"They usually hide their methods." The bald, burly man, equally troubled by the wizards, shook his head and changed the subject:

"The defeat at the front is inevitable; it's time for you to make a decision."

Frank's face darkened.

The Grand Duke of Saxony, who was leading the campaign against Coburg, was killed in battle a few days ago. The front lines have collapsed, and the enemy's army is rapidly advancing towards the Kingdom of Gondor. This is the latest news from the front lines and has not yet been announced to the public.

"Signol is not the front line."

Frank Dow:

"We may not necessarily lose."

"Heh..." The bald, burly man sneered disdainfully.

You'd better pray that's the case.

(End of this chapter)