Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 67 Thunder Spear Tucker

Upon returning to the fragments of the divine realm, the four large coins obtained from Hal flew out on their own.

Source quality?

Compared to the surprises he had experienced before, Karl was now much calmer when faced with items containing source matter.

"what?"

Karl was surprised and doubtful.

Unlike before.

When the source material carried in an item is absorbed, it may lose some of its own properties, but the item itself will still exist.

This time is different.

The four large coins slowly decomposed in the air, and as the source matter was absorbed, they also dissipated completely.

"Well……"

Karl stroked his chin:

"Could it be that this thing is entirely composed of primordial matter?"

There are still too many secrets about the source matter and the fragments of the divine realm that he does not know, and he cannot get the answers for the time being.

I simply stopped thinking about it.

The four large coins, in addition to increasing the space of the Divine Realm Fragments, also brought him 0.4 of Source Matter.

One 0.1.

Without much thought, Karl directly added the source essence to his physique.

Name: Carl

Physical condition: 2.3

Mental Power: 2

Source quality: 0

Occupation: Knight, Intermediate Wizard Apprentice

The reason for adding it to physical constitution is partly due to habit; the stronger the constitution, the greater the ability to resist risks.

Secondly.

With the 'Light of Wisdom' potion, one's mental strength can still be increased through cultivation; even if there is drug resistance, the progress will only be slower.

Otherwise, unless there is a continuous supply of high-quality exotic beast meat, it will be extremely difficult to improve one's physique.

Cultivation is something that becomes increasingly difficult as you progress.

A box of unidentified meatballs was set aside for the time being, and Carl picked up the two newly acquired black iron plates.

really!

It was pretty much what he had imagined.

The inscription on it is related to the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.

One of the pieces depicts the operating techniques of the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, which includes secret techniques.

It's not just about secret techniques.

How to control one's breath, how to enhance endurance, how to unleash a rapid burst of power... these are all examples.

It even includes tips on how to digest food quickly!

If the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique only teaches how to cultivate and temper the physical body, then this iron plaque is a supplement to the breathing technique, teaching practitioners more details about the breathing method.

Only when the two pieces are combined can it be considered the true Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.

The last one.

The painting depicts a martial art.

"The Ring of Protection!"

Karl muttered to himself.

This martial art can be used with a sword, bare hands, or on knives, spears, halberds, and other weapons without any restrictions.

As for rank,

Extremely high!

Karl had limited knowledge.

However, it is also clear that the quality of this "Guardian Ring" far surpasses not only the Gale Sword Technique he himself has learned, but also any martial art he has ever seen, including the swordsmanship of Captain Hal.

"A legendary martial art?"

Karl's eyes flickered:

"pretty close!"

"A breathing technique that proves to be legendary, along with its accompanying methods, and now another legendary martial art—it was worth the risk I took to make this move."

"If they had possessed legendary martial arts skills beforehand, why would the battle have been so arduous?"

Once he has fully mastered all the knowledge on the iron plate, his strength will surely increase once again.

of course.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight, so there's no rush.

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early morning.

Carl stopped in front of the full-length mirror.

Compared to when I first arrived last year, the person in the mirror has less confusion and more determination in their eyes.

Her slightly wavy black hair extended below her shoulders, and the burn scar on her left cheek was still visible.

The presence of scars disrupts the three-dimensionality of facial features.

It also made his originally handsome appearance somewhat ferocious, and most people probably wouldn't dare to look at him for long.

A tailored trench coat and shiny leather boots maintain a gentlemanly demeanor while adding a touch of heroic stature.

These are clothes he had specially made.

It is said that it has begun to slowly become popular in the city of Signoria.

Carl picked up the cane beside him and twirled it in his hand.

The black cane has straight lines and a beautifully curved handle, showcasing excellent craftsmanship, with an inconspicuous gold thread at the joint.

With a gentle twist, a sharp slender sword can be quickly ejected.

With a deft flick of his cane, a wide-brimmed hat from a shelf not far away landed in his hand, gently covering his black curly hair.

"Bang!"

"Peng Peng!"

"Open the door!"

The heavy banging on the courtyard gate ruined Karl's pleasant mood, and the person in the mirror couldn't help but frown slightly.

Before I knew it, the area outside the door was already crowded with people.

This place has never been so lively before. There are men and women here, and most of them have an indignant look on their faces.

Standing in front of the crowd were several uniformed police officers.

"What happened?"

Carl unbolted the gate, opened it, and his gaze fell on the police officer who had knocked. His tone was displeased.

"Didn't you see the sign on the wall? This courtyard is inhabited by a baron."

The courtyard gate is spacious.

He was all alone.

There were large gaps on both sides, but an invisible pressure prevented the people in front of the door from taking a single step.

"baron?"

The officer was taken aback and subconsciously looked towards the wall in front of the door.

A clover emblem was nailed to the wall, which, according to the nobility, was indeed the mark of a baron.

"this……"

The police officer's face turned pale.

He never imagined that a baron would live in such a place, which was second only to a slum!

He had seen the coat of arms on the wall before, but he thought it was just a decoration and never expected it to be a noble coat of arms.

Who could have imagined this?

And none of the neighbors said anything!

"You are...?"

A police officer hesitated before speaking:

"Baron Karl?"

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"Have we met before?"

"I've seen it before." The officer looked pleasantly surprised.

"I was Eugene, one of his colleagues, at Ham's funeral. I never imagined you'd be staying here."

Ham?

The police officer who had a great talent for detective work but died while investigating the case of the dried corpse?

Karl nodded slowly.

"Your Excellency Baron Karl," Eugene bowed and began to speak.

"Amy, the daughter of a neighbor, has gone missing. Someone saw her here before she disappeared."

"so……"

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you!"

"Missing?" Carl turned his head.

A middle-aged couple in the crowd were embracing each other and crying, calling out Amy's name from time to time.

After all, they were neighbors, and even though they rarely went out, they had become familiar with each other, and Carl remembered Amy.

She was fourteen or fifteen years old, and was quite thin due to malnutrition, but she was a very sensible girl.

He immediately began to advise:

"Maybe they went somewhere to have fun, there's no need to worry too much."

No, it won't.

The middle-aged man shook his head, crying:

"Amy doesn't run around. She spends most of her time at home except when she goes to the Lap Textile Factory."

"She's very sensible!"

The Lap Textile Mill, located in the north of the city, is one of the sources of the recent environmental deterioration in Signoria.

This factory recruits a large number of female workers. Anyone over ten years old who is skillful and dexterous can be hired.

The salary is not high.

But for ordinary families, a girl having a formal job is not only not a burden but can also help supplement the family income, which is already enough to make them happy.

So many girls work there.

Amy is one of them.

"Your Excellency Baron Karl."

Eugene looked troubled:

"Could we... go in and take a look?"

"certainly!"

He added:

"If you don't want to, we'll leave immediately!"

Without the permission of the noble council, police officers are not authorized to search the home of a nobleman, even if he is in dire straits.

"There are no outsiders in my courtyard."

Karl shook his head, noticing the increasing number of suspicious glances from the crowd, then sighed and stepped aside:

"Don't touch anything that's broken."

"yes!"

Eugene quickly agreed, and then praised:

"Your honesty and magnanimity are admirable. The great Lord of Dawn will surely protect you, Baron."

"Hurry up." The other person's praise did not change Karl's expression in the slightest; he said calmly:

"I have to attend a banquet."

"Yes, yes." Eugene nodded repeatedly, waving his hand to signal the police officers in the room to enter.

"Be careful!"

They searched quickly, only glancing around briefly, and after confirming no one was there, Eugene was about to wave.

"Sir."

A police officer with a full beard spoke in a low voice:

"There's a basement here, and the door is locked."

Ok?

Huh?

Upon hearing this, gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, and everyone turned to look in the direction of the police officers.

"There's no one in the basement."

Karl's voice turned somber:

"These are all things I use for research."

"Yes, yes." Eugene nodded repeatedly.

"Of course I believe the Baron's assurance. Nelson, hurry up and come over, we still have to go to another place."

"But..." the bearded man named Nelson hesitated.

"I find this place suspicious."

"Such basements are rarely used, but there are many footprints here, indicating that people come and go frequently."

The basement is cold, damp, and has a terrible environment. People might not go there for ten days or half a month. Who would go there often?

In a short time.

Various ideas such as claustrophobic children, perverted criminals, kidnapping and rape appeared in everyone's minds.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Karl became even more dangerous.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Eugene's expression changed drastically:

"The Baron is not that kind of person!"

"Heh..." Karl chuckled softly, glancing at the bearded man:

"Nelson, right? Interesting. Well then, open it up and take a look, just don't be scared by what's inside."

He then threw the key.

"baron."

"Open!"

"Yes."

Eugene's expression turned serious. He hurriedly ran over, opened the basement door, and called several officers down to search the area.

After a while.

Several people walked out of the basement, their faces pale.

"Baron Karl".

Eugene spoke in a low voice:

"No problem, it's just the things inside..."

"I'm very interested in medicine and I'm currently studying anatomy," Carl said slowly, taking the keys.

"Isn't it normal to have some animal carcasses?"

"Normal, normal!" Eugene nodded repeatedly, feeling nauseous at the thought of the frog, rabbit, and bird corpses soaking in an unknown liquid.

"But Baron, some of them resemble human internal organs. If I didn't know a bit about this, I would have been really shocked."

"Feel sorry."

He took a step back:

"Excuse me, may God bless you!"

…………

"That's utter nonsense."

The driver yanked the reins and spoke up indignantly:

"Your Excellency, with your esteemed status, how could you possibly be involved in the case of the missing little girl?"

"I think they're just being unreasonable and making trouble."

As Karl's long-term chauffeur, he felt indignant, believing he understood his employer's character.

"In my opinion, we should investigate the refugees outside the city!"

"A missing person case?" Carl noticed the pause in his tone, stopped flipping through the newspaper, and looked up to ask:

Are there any other missing persons?

"certainly!"

The driver looked completely at ease:

"Signol is such a big city, people go missing every day, especially female textile workers."

I heard...

"They are sold to brothels to work as servants to men. Some young girls are too young to understand and are tricked by their colleagues. Even if they are found, it is very difficult for them to get married again."

"People are going missing every day?" Carl shook his head.

"That's an exaggeration."

"Your Excellency, I'm not exaggerating; this is an understatement," the coachman said confidently.

"As far as I know, at least a dozen female workers went missing last month, not to mention other missing persons cases."

"How could this be?" Karl frowned.

"I've never heard of anything this big."

"Sigh!" The driver shook his head.

"The Baron is of noble status and would certainly have little contact with the lower classes. Moreover, those factories in the north are large enterprises in the city. Even if problems arise, they will be suppressed and no one will dare to report them."

"grown ups……"

"I was too talkative."

Realizing he had said something he shouldn't have, the driver slapped himself and hurriedly said:

"Just take this as me talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

?

Carl looked thoughtful, then shook his head and continued looking at the newspaper in his hand.

Today's experience was just a trivial matter for him, not worth mentioning, but the people involved were quite interesting.

A strong mental fortitude is not only manifested in the practice of witchcraft, but also in all aspects of life.

like,

Perception of others' emotions.

As an intermediate wizard apprentice, Karl can vaguely sense the true thoughts of others when they talk to him.

Malice?

Good intentions?

perturbed?

……

And so on.

He sensed malice from someone else today, a bearded man named Nelson.

and also……

Eugene!

For some reason, Eugene, who seemed to respect and be polite to him, also harbored malice.

Even deeper malice!

No wonder most wizards live in seclusion; people are ugly, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back—who can stand that?

…………

The Earl of Leighton frequently hosted banquets at his estate outside the city.

It's the same this time.

When Carl arrived, quite a few people had already gathered there, chatting in small groups.

He avoided crowded areas and headed straight for the back living room.

"Bang!"

Before we even got close, we heard a muffled thud.

"That's impossible!"

The familiar voice came from Sybel, an apprentice intermediate wizard, which made Karl subconsciously stop in his tracks.

"One thousand gold coins?"

Hibel roared:

"It cost a full two thousand gold coins to buy the mentor's manor, which was in a state of disrepair at the time."

"Now the manor has been carefully maintained, with two more houses built, along with various furniture and items..."

"You'll offer a thousand gold coins?"

"Robert, are you insulting the intelligence of a mid-level wizard apprentice?"

"Hibelle." An unfamiliar voice rang out, presumably from the renowned physician Robert. He spoke slowly:

"If you think it's too low, we can discuss the price further, but three thousand gold coins is definitely not an option."

"No need!" Hibel snapped.

"My mentor's manor has plenty of buyers; I only approached you first because we're both wizarding apprentices."

"Since you're not being sincere, there's no need to talk anymore."

"Please leave!"

"You..." Robert sighed.

"never mind!"

Carl quickened his pace slightly and saw an unremarkable middle-aged man walking towards him.

"Baron Karl!"

"Dr. Robert."

The two knew each other and greeted each other politely.

"Senior sister."

Upon entering the living room, Carl began:

"There's no need to be angry. Your mentor's manor will find a buyer."

Their mentors have confirmed they will not be returning and have sent a letter instructing Sybil to handle the city's assets.

manor,

It is one of them.

Adolph's estate was vast and adjacent to the Earl of Raketon, so it shouldn't have been difficult to sell.

However, the exorbitant price is not something everyone can afford; there are only a limited number of people in the city with such financial resources.

"snort!"

Hibel's face was full of anger, and she snorted coldly:

"What's in today's newspaper?"

"Robert must have received some inside information to dare to lower the price so much."

"Hmm..." Karl hesitated for a moment before replying:

"The situation at the front is not good. The vanguard of the Cologne army, commanded by Thunder Spear Tucker, is advancing with unstoppable momentum. Signoria is no longer safe."

"Tucker?" Hibel curled her lip, her voice laced with disdain.

"That Tak, who was born in the Kingdom of Gondor, later joined the Kingdom of Sark, and now serves in Kolón?"

"It's him."

Carl nodded:

"Also a potential legendary knight, Tucker."

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