Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 73 Suicide Attack (Please add to your favorites)

Unbeknownst to them, fire-stealers from Cologne had infiltrated the banquet and launched a suicide attack while everyone else's attention was drawn to the speeches.

The banquet's organizers and guards, along with the papal knights, were rushed forward before they could even react.

As these fire-stealers charged forward, they tore at their clothes, revealing their skin and flesh, which should have been normal, to be eerily red as fire.

Just like...

It's as if there's a flame waiting to burst forth within him.

next moment.

As they approached the crowd and drew near to their target, the fire-stealers roared and their bodies exploded, countless flames surging from their bodies and swirling in all directions.

The violent explosion tore the bodies of nearby guests to shreds on the spot, with burning flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Several meters away.

A fire-stealer, mingling in the crowd, his face contorted with fanaticism, roared to the sky:

"For the Father God!"

These words were like a fuse, and a surge of fanaticism suddenly erupted from his body, followed by a deafening explosion.

"Be careful!"

Karl retreated rapidly.

Those who couldn't dodge in time were directly caught in the explosion; some died on the spot, while others were thrown away by the shockwave and their fates were uncertain.

This power...

Karl's eyes narrowed.

So strong!

Even a knight, if caught in the epicenter of the explosion, would have almost no chance of survival.

The fate of ordinary people is even more tragic.

The flying limbs and pieces of flesh, the raging flames, instantly transformed the peaceful and serene venue into a living hell.

chaos!

confusion!

a mess!

Screams, roars, and screams mingled together. The pampered and spoiled guests had never encountered anything like this before, and they fled frantically like headless flies.

"How dare you!"

"court death!"

Count Barrow on the high platform roared loudly, equally disheveled from the sudden attack.

However, he was a great knight, always protected by knights. Seeing the situation was not good, he quickly dodged and was not injured, but he was inevitably disturbed.

Coming to his senses, he was consumed by rage.

"boom!"

The platform beneath his feet trembled violently, and Barrow used the force to leap into the air, like a gray lightning bolt rushing straight towards the Fire Stealer in the arena.

"Whoosh!"

He drew his longsword from his waist, unleashing a burst of battle aura, and killed a fire thief from five or six meters away.

The fire thief didn't even have time to self-destruct.

Battle aura is just energy; it dissipates naturally once it leaves the body. Only a Great Knight can condense battle aura into a form, allowing him to kill from a distance of several meters.

at the same time.

After a brief period of confusion, the others in the room gradually came to their senses and reacted in succession.

Princess Duna of the Kingdom of Sak had a gloomy expression. Surrounded by her guards, she retreated without taking the initiative to make a move. As a person of noble status, she naturally prioritized protecting herself.

The others rushed into the battlefield.

"God, bless you!"

A priest raised his staff and gently tapped it at the knights of the Papacy, then looked at the oncoming fire-stealers.

"god!"

"I'll punish you!"

Divine Spell - Weakening!

As divine light shone down, the fire-stealer froze, and its forward momentum suddenly slowed considerably.

An extreme sense of exhaustion welled up from my heart.

"Whoosh!"

A papal knight seized the opportunity to rush out, sweeping his greatsword across and cleaving the fire-stealer in two at the waist.

The area where merchants gathered was also attacked by fire thieves. Robert, who was mixed in with the crowd, frowned and gently clenched his fingers, and an invisible force field appeared.

Gravity protection!

This was not witchcraft he was using, but rather something derived from a demonized object.

He wore four rings on his hands, each a demonized item imbued with a powerful spell.

The effect of gravity protection is to create a gravity field around the body, preventing others from getting close.

Even if there's an explosion, it's hard to get close.

So while the fire-stealer's self-destruction caused the merchant heavy losses, he himself remained unharmed throughout and even assisted others in killing the attacker.

This scene happened right before Karl's eyes, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, shaking his head speechlessly.

Four enchanted items?

He must be unique among intermediate wizard apprentices.

So rich!

"what!"

Screams came from not far away.

It's a band!

Karl's eyes flickered, and he flew close to the ground.

Combat Technique - Eagle Strike!

As he charged forward, the rapier hidden in his cane sprang out with a clang and swiftly stabbed one of the fire thieves.

"puff!"

His movements were swift, and his rapier was incredibly sharp. With a gentle thrust, it pierced directly from the back of the target's head to between his eyebrows.

Before the opponent could self-destruct, they managed to withdraw in time.

"boom!"

The splattered blood and flesh were also quite lethal, and when they landed in the crowd, they inevitably caused a gasp of surprise, but fortunately, no major casualties were caused.

"Are you alright?"

Carl turned around and looked at Jenny:

Be careful.

"Karl." Jenny's eyes reddened, a mixture of excitement and fear in them, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"You...you be careful too."

"Your Excellency, Baron." At this point, the stern woman softened her tone, her eyes filled with fear, and she stammered:

"We only have young girls here, could you... protect them?"

"Don't worry," Karl said.

"Their target is not you, and... a great knight has already made his move, so they can't cause any trouble."

Not far away.

Diana, wielding a longsword, weaved through the crowd, rescuing people while battling the onrushing fire-stealers. True to her knightly code, she did not back down even in the face of danger.

At some point, she had become a knight and even mastered the ability to unleash battle aura.

Combat Technique - Sword Dance!

His lineage was at the level of a Grand Knight, making him one of the most formidable knights present. He effortlessly protected one side with a wave of his sword.

The fire-stealers are fearless of death, and the power of their self-destruction is terrifying, but this is, after all, the Holy See's home ground.

With the intervention of Count Barrow and a high knight of the Papacy, the remaining fire-stealers were quickly eliminated.

In a short while, the scene returned to calm.

but……

Many people died!

The fire-stealers' suicide attacks were clearly well-prepared, with the first wave of attacks targeting densely populated areas.

There were also some nobles of high status.

And the dead and injured,

Most of these also occur in the first wave.

The once peaceful and serene banquet venue is now littered with dismembered limbs and pieces of flesh, a truly horrific scene.

"Damn it!"

"Damn fire-stealers!"

"Cologne people!"

Count Baro, his body stained with the blood of the fire-stealers, surveyed the scene with his sword drawn, his face contorted with rage.

How could he not be angry?

Those who attended the banquet today all held a certain position in the city of Signoria, and now the casualties are heavy.

The deaths of these people will have some impact on Signoria and even on the front lines.

"How did they get in?"

Turning around, Barrow roared at the Papacy's side:

"How do you do your job?"

Even the Vatican members, who were usually aloof and superior, couldn't help but clench their fists and bow their heads, enduring the other party's reprimand.

"check!"

Barrow roared:

"Even if we have to turn Signoria upside down, we must find out who else is lurking in the shadows."

"I need an explanation!"

"yes!"

"Yes, sir!"

The patrol officers and city guards responded in unison.

The Vatican also mobilized its personnel to cooperate with the investigation, but others were clearly not optimistic about it.

This attack seemed more like a well-prepared demonstration; whether it succeeded or not, the remaining people had probably already fled Signoria, making the search unlikely to be effective.

A few people, for some unknown reason, looked worried.

…………

Less than 100 kilometers from the city of Signoria, a burly man stood with his hands behind his back on a hillside.

He was tall, but extremely small compared to the hillside.

But whenever someone looks at him, they subconsciously ignore the hillside beneath his feet.

This person's aura is like a towering mountain, standing tall and upright, seemingly able to tear the sky apart with a mere wave of his hand.

Tucker!

Cologne Front Commander, Thunder Spear Tucker.

He was not on the front lines of the two countries' battles, but appeared not far from the city of Signoria.

"Didn't they show up?"

Looking towards Signoria, Tucker spoke slowly:

"It seems that Antonio has indeed left, and now the city is without an archbishop in charge."

"Yes."

A man in red with his head bowed should be:

"Our attack resulted in the deaths of at least twenty powerful people, and Antonio still hasn't shown up."

"If he were here, some people wouldn't have died."

While the archbishop's magic cannot bring the dead back to life, it can save the lives of the seriously injured.

Minor injury,

It can even repair itself with a breath.

"How many great knights are there in the city?" Tucker asked.

"Can you open the city gates?"

"General," the man in red replied.

"There should be five Grand Knights of Signoria, two each in the Council of Nobles and the Papacy, and then there's Count Baro from the Royal City of Gondor."

"Well……"

"I wonder if Princess Duna of the Kingdom of Sak has any great knights by her side. If so, there would be six."

Six people?

Tucker's expression remained unchanged.

Without the archbishop's divine magic, he fears no great knight!

Even when facing the combined might of several great knights, he, as the Thunder Spear, was still very confident of achieving final victory.

"In this attack, we killed many opponents, but we are not yet fully confident of controlling the city gates."

The man in red continued:

"Even though we have leverage over him, Frank of the Noble Council is still hesitant."

"snort!"

Tucker scoffed:

"waste!"

The man in red lowered his head instinctively, unsure whether he was referring to Frank or one of his men.

After thinking for a moment, he explained again:

"This attack dealt a heavy blow to the elite of Signoria and confirmed the fact that Antonio had left."

"But such a big commotion will definitely provoke their counterattack, and it will be difficult for our people to stir up any big moves in the city recently."

"No need for excuses." Tucker said expressionlessly.

"No matter what means are used, no matter what cost is paid, the city gates must be opened within ten days."

"As long as my army enters Signoria, everything else is irrelevant and need not be considered!"

"Yes," the red-haired man replied in a muffled voice.

"I will certainly do it."

"If you can't do it..." Tucker glanced at him:

"Cut off your own head!"

"..." The red-haired man's eyes narrowed, and his body tensed:

"yes!"

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The shop that the Dragon King Merchant Guild prepared for Karl was located in the southern part of the Vanilla Market, covering an area of ​​more than fifty square meters.

There is a partition in the middle of the shop, with goods displayed and sold in the front and potions made in the back.

There are also two folding wooden beds in the corner, which can be used for temporary rest or for keeping watch over the shop at night.

Aya took a rag and wiped the counter again and again until the glaze was so shiny that it reflected a person's face.

She is excited.

Nominally, the shop belonged to Karl, but in reality, she was the real pharmacist and saleswoman.

Even the profits, Karl only received a very small portion.

Therefore, she is the owner of the shop.

"There's no need to wipe it so clean." Karl straightened his clothes and said as he left the house.

"After the priority supplier for medicines is selected, a portion will also be allocated to other stores, so not much will be left."

"Know."

Aya smiled.

"You should always take good care of your own things."

"Then you decide what to do." Carl shook his head.

"I'm going to the market to browse around and maybe sell something."

"Take care." Aya continued with her work.

Free Port is close to the endless sea, with abundant moisture and a humid climate; it has been raining for the past few days.

This caused the roads to become muddy.

In addition, the area is not clean to begin with, with all sorts of filth mixed together, and you might step on something dirty if you're not careful on the surrounding roads.

Carl covered his mouth and nose and walked along the side of the street.

"Um?"

An object at the alley entrance made him pause slightly, then he strolled over and kicked aside a bamboo woven item on the ground.

Below is a corpse.

The deceased was small and thin, with his limbs curled up, and his clothes had long been stripped off.

Judging from his age, he should still be a minor.

Some carrion rats and maggots were crawling on the corpse, gnawing on the flesh and blood without any regard for people.

In Freeport, you can often see children who are barely clothed and survive by scavenging for food in garbage dumps.

Very few people can be employed.

People die here every day—from disease, floods, and fighting—death is all too common.

However, the population did not decrease.

For decades, people from the surrounding area have been moving in, and the women of Freeport have become nothing more than baby-making machines.

They did not use contraception, and it was common for a family to have seven or eight children, most of whom would die young, and the vast majority would not live to adulthood.

even,

There are more dead infants on the streets than the corpses of stray cats and dogs!

"A free port?"

Karl shook his head slightly.

The lives of people at the bottom of society cannot be called living at all; at best, they are just surviving, enduring bitter suffering.

Just like the city of Signoria.

Every month, female workers in textile factories die tragically, but who cares?

Fortunately, whether in Signoria or Freeport, Karl lived a relatively decent life.

Instead of living.

"Da da..."

Footsteps came from the side, and a group of people were chasing and fighting two young men.

This is also the norm in free ports; without a strong organization to suppress it, everything is in a state of disorder.

"What are you looking at?"

One of them noticed Karl's gaze, his expression changed, and he rushed over with a machete in hand.

Without saying a word, he swung his knife and started slashing.

"Um?"

Karl frowned, caught the weapon, and casually slapped it away.

"Snapped!"

The person rolled over and fell heavily into the mud, one side of his face instantly swelling up like a pig's head.

"What are you doing?"

"They actually dared to make a move?"

"..."

The remaining men all changed color, put the person who was beating them aside, and surrounded them with weapons in hand.

"What are you doing?"

Before Karl could make a move, a man came running up from a short distance away and roared at the group:

"Aren't you blind?!"

"This is a pharmacist hired by our chamber of commerce at great expense. I'd like to see who dares to lay a finger on him!"

"..." Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group changed. One of them immediately sheathed his weapon, scratched his head, and grinned sheepishly.

"Turns out they were one of us! It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding my ass!" The newcomer slapped him across the face and shouted angrily.

"Open your eyes wider next time. And you think you're so great? Pharmacist Karl is a knight."

"My lord knight!"

This time, the expressions on their faces turned extremely ugly, and even their eyes looked at them with a hint of fear.

骑士！

Even in a free port, such a phenomenon is extremely rare.

"Pharmacist Karl."

The newcomer was stout. After reprimanding the group, he looked at Karl and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I'm sorry to have startled you."

"My name is Yori. The Chamber of Commerce sent me to be in charge of security in this area. You can come to me if you need anything."

The security at the herb market is managed jointly by three parties, which explains why those people were so arrogant earlier.

Because they are managers of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce.

"Yori?"

Karl looked at the other person:

"I hope this kind of thing won't happen again."

The reason he insisted on choosing a faction to join was to avoid similar situations.

If not...

Then why join?

"No, definitely not." Yori waved his hand hurriedly; this was someone the higher-ups had entrusted with taking important care of.

He immediately said:

"I will never let anyone who dares to disrespect you get away with it!"

"Let it go this time." Karl tossed aside his machete and asked:

"I heard the shop recently received a batch of Phantom Scale Fish scales, and I'm planning to buy some. Where can I get them?"

"Scales of the Phantom Scale Fish?" Yori blinked.

"I don't know much about the shops' business, but a new batch of goods did arrive at the nearby shops."

"Please come this way."

The phantom scale fish is a special kind of marine creature whose scales can change color to camouflage itself.

After it died, its scales turned out to be multicolored and very beautiful, and they also possessed a faint power to confuse the mind.

…………

Fragments of the Divine Realm.

Carl put down the fish scales and stretched his wrists.

"The Dharma seal still has some use."

Both secondary spell fields and full-body armor require time to be released.

The steel body's hand seals are different.

It's always on your body.

I caught the blade barehanded just now because of my strong physique and the confidence I gained from the Steel Body Seal.

This magic seal made his skin and flesh even firmer, making it difficult for ordinary people to even break through his defenses with swords and knives.

It is cheaper in emergency situations.

"Phantom Scales!"

Regaining his composure, Karl turned his gaze to the side.

As the master of the fragments of the divine realm, he can freely modify the environment here.

To facilitate the brewing of potions, the creation of magical items, as well as martial arts practice and meditation, Karl divided this place into a layout of four rooms and one living room.

Each room contains different items.

One of them was specifically used for testing and refining magical items.

According to the book, materials possessing magical properties have dominant characteristics, making them difficult to destroy or alter.

"It's relatively easy to simply incorporate special traits into weapons."

"Click...click..."

Karl rolled the small stone mill, crushing the scales of the phantom fish into powder and carefully sifting out the impurities.

The powder is transparent, but when viewed closely under light, it reveals a colorful and dazzling array of luster.

If watched for an extended period of time, it can easily become addictive.

"It must be witchcraft material!"

Ordinary creatures can also simply change color, such as chameleons and bamboo worms.

But affecting the mind becomes quite unusual.

It likely possesses some kind of magic.

"call!"

Pull the bellows, and the flames ignite.

Karl held a dagger with tongs and placed it on the furnace, turning it occasionally to ensure it was heated evenly.

He was a novice blacksmith.

Fortunately, he had worked with his father to forge weapons when he was young, and he could also precisely control his physical body in the fragments of the divine realm, so it was not difficult for him to get started.

"Jingle bells..."

The sound of hammering rang out.

"I'm destined to be a laborer. Everyone else has a ready-made mentor, but I have to learn everything from scratch."

"Ugh!"

Busy at the same time, yet filled with感慨 (feelings/reflections).

soon.

"Whoosh!"

An ordinary-looking dagger appeared in Karl's hand.

As he swung his arm, the dagger swayed, and in an instant, it was as if a rainbow had appeared out of thin air.

Beautiful, pretty, dangerous...

If you fight with this weapon, your opponent will have a hard time noticing the dagger itself and will be easily lost in the halo of light generated by wielding the dagger.

Enchanted items!

Even if it only has a slight effect on the mind, there is no doubt that he personally crafted a demonized item!

"Even if it's useless to wizards, it can still be worth tens of gold coins as a special work of art."

Karl hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze to the broken broadsword and the Phantom Fish Trident.

Besides these.

There's also a pile of black stones.

It's not ordinary black stone, but black stone from the underground of Black City near the Forgotten City, and it's of higher quality.

If it is forged into a weapon, its sturdiness, toughness, and sharpness can all be improved.

Let's begin!

Taking a deep breath, Karl strode toward the materials.

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