Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 77 Mrs. Anne

"Kerry!"

On the way to Robert's estate, Carl called out to his friend:

"Aren't you resting at home?"

Since his fiancée couldn't be found, she was most likely murdered, so Diana granted him a few days off to rest.

The fact that leave was approved at this time shows the superior's attitude towards his subordinates.

"rest?"

Kerry turned around, revealing a face full of exhaustion, bloodshot eyes, and looking as if he had aged ten years in a short period of time.

He gently shook his head:

"I can see Maggie as soon as I close my eyes. Maybe I can find clues about her at Robert's estate."

"At worst..."

"It can also avenge her!"

He has now given up hope of rescuing his fiancée, and his voice is filled with hatred for Robert.

He might not care about raiding other people's properties, but Kerry must come to the real culprit behind the disappearances.

"Ugh!"

Karl sighed softly and offered his advice:

My condolences.

"Where are you?" Carey asked casually.

"You never used to care about these things, so why did you volunteer to come along today?"

"Ha..." a colleague laughed upon hearing this.

"This is Robert. Everyone in town knows how rich he is. If he finds anything good, it can be worth several months' wages for us."

"Who wouldn't want to do something like this?"

Gaining some benefits from a raid, as long as it's not too excessive, is usually tacitly approved by the executive officer.

Robert's wealth is common knowledge.

Carl smiled without saying a word.

He was indeed thinking of taking advantage of the opportunity to get something from Robert's estate, but not for money.

"what?"

"Someone's there!"

The manor ahead was the destination, but there were several city guards standing at the manor gate.

Diana stepped forward.

"stop!"

A soldier carrying a long spear blocked the crowd:

"I'm sorry, this manor has been sealed off by the city guards. You'd better find another place."

"Seize it?" Diana's face darkened.

"When did the city guards take charge of sealing off other people's estates?"

"yes!"

"This is our patrol office's business. At the very least, there are police officers here. You should be guarding the city gates."

"..."

The officers from the patrol office started shouting.

They came all this way just to make some profit, and now their destination has been forcibly taken over. How could they not be angry?

"This is a special situation. The whole city is under martial law. We have been ordered to come here to guard the area in order to prevent any accidents from happening."

The soldiers refused to yield an inch.

"Excuse me, everyone!"

He had clearly received instructions from his superior, and he remained tight-lipped even when facing the people from the patrol office.

To know.

Most of those who can work in the inspection department come from powerful and wealthy families, and they would never offend someone without sufficient benefit to them.

"presumptuous!"

"You dare!"

"I'm going in, let's see who dares to stop me!"

Seeing that the prize they were about to take was being snatched up by someone else, the crowd abandoned all manners and pushed and shoved forward.

"What are you doing?"

A dignified voice rang out, and a burly figure emerged from the manor, frowning as he looked at the crowd:

"What are you going to do?"

Faced with the questioning of the newcomer, the group of people paused in their tracks and looked away.

"Roland!"

"That one from the Steven family..."

"What is he doing here?"

The crowd whispered among themselves, and Karl couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The visitor was the eldest son of the Steven family of the royal city, who had come to Signoria with Count Barrow to oversee the city.

Roland is not only of noble status, but also a knight at the pinnacle of skill, and it is said that he will soon be promoted to Grand Knight.

He's still quite young, and he has the potential to become a legend, a star among the younger generation.

"Knight Roland!"

Diana's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward:

What are you doing here?

"Miss Diana." Roland smiled and bowed.

"To prevent Robert's estate from harboring Cologne's fire-stealers, the Count sent me with men to take a look."

"Well……"

"If you're interested, you can come in."

He, from the royal city, also had a good impression of this woman who was outstanding in both figure and appearance.

Especially after hearing that Diana had become a knight.

Roland didn't mind leaving a romantic debt in Signoria, so he reached out and extended an invitation.

However, Diana can go in, but others cannot.

Robert's estate has so many good things that not only the Inspectorate wants them, but Count Barrow also agrees to be interested.

"this……"

Diana glanced back at her colleague, who dared not speak out in anger, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly shook her head:

"never mind!"

"What a pity."

Roland sighed and said:

"I wonder if Miss Dinah has time tonight. I heard that the Wim Opera House has a new performance scheduled."

"Really?" Diana was clearly tempted, but after thinking for a moment, she didn't agree immediately. Instead, she asked:

"Where was Knight Roland last night?"

"This..." Roland's expression changed slightly. He had spent the night with several noblewomen from the city, so it was inconvenient for him to say anything.

"Yesterday I practiced swordsmanship as usual, and when I got tired, I just went to sleep."

"What's wrong?"

He started jokingly:

"Miss Diana is interested in my nightlife?"

"no."

Diana gave an awkward smile, her gaze shifting to the broadsword hanging at the other woman's waist, and said thoughtfully:

"I've heard that Knight Roland's swordsmanship is exceptional, and that his lineage is related to the Holy See's sacred sword techniques?"

"Not bad." Roland straightened his back and said proudly:

"Our first ancestor was a holy knight of the Ferro Empire hundreds of years ago."

Before the empire was divided, some special legendary knights would be conferred the title of Holy Knight.

His status was comparable to, or even surpassed, that of the Grand Dukes of the various kingdoms today.

nowadays.

Holy Knights no longer exist in the major kingdoms; only within the Papacy is a similar title used.

The Steven family's ancestor was a holy knight, which is certainly something to be proud of.

"Hmm..." Diana nodded:

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to witness a knight's swordsmanship?"

"That's easy," Roland said.

"Once the manor is searched and confiscated, Miss Diana can come to me anytime. I always have time."

"Thank you." Diana bowed slightly.

"I will definitely visit you when I have time."

He then waved his hand:

"Let's go!"

Once they were far from the manor and could no longer see anyone, the crowd began to curse angrily.

"Damn it!"

"This is something that should have been handled by our inspection department. What right do these outsiders have to interfere?"

"that is!"

"And all that talk about guarding against the fire-stealers from Cologne, isn't it just that they want to take over the manor and not let us in?"

"..."

"Enough!" Diana frowned and said sternly.

"No matter who is in charge, as long as safety is ensured, all of you should keep quiet."

"Yes."

The crowd agreed, though they spoke less, their expressions still showing some resentment.

"Sir."

Carey suddenly spoke up:

"You wouldn't happen to have taken a fancy to that Knight Roland, would you? I've heard that his private life is quite scandalous."

"..." Diana's expression darkened:

"Shut up!"

"Kerry, you just don't understand," someone laughed.

"The officer suspects that the mysterious man from last night was him, after all, there are only a handful of experts in the city."

"and……"

"Roland's weapon is a broadsword, just like that mysterious man's."

"Using a broadsword means he's the mysterious man?" Kerry scoffed.

"Karl also uses a broadsword!"

The room fell silent.

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Diana couldn't help but purse her lips, finding the joke hilarious.

How could Karl possibly be that mysterious person?

That man's strength was comparable to that of a Grand Knight, and he also possessed many mysterious abilities, while Karl was merely a fallen nobleman.

"Not just because of weapons."

Diana explained:

"The swordsmanship that person displayed last night was somewhat similar to the Holy Sword Techniques of the Vatican, which is also the heritage of the Roland family."

"I do suspect it was him."

The mysterious man saved her life in a moment of crisis, and Diana was naturally grateful. She also developed some goodwill towards Roland, who was suspected of being the mysterious man.

"Yes," someone said.

"The mysterious man appeared after Roland arrived in Signoria, so it's highly likely that it was him."

"If it's him, why hide his identity?" someone questioned.

"Who knows!"

"Maybe it wasn't him at all!"

The crowd whispered among themselves.

"alright."

Diana waved:

"Besides this estate, Robert also has several other residences; those who wish to follow in his footsteps can go."

"I don't want to..."

"Back to the patrol office!"

The colleagues in the inspection department all come from good backgrounds, and they can even joke around with their superiors.

The atmosphere was nice.

However, their efficiency in getting things done is not high.

After a brief discussion, most of the group left on their own, while a small number continued to follow Diana.

Carl did not leave.

Perhaps there are also records of Robert's research on witchcraft at the outer residence, so making a trip wouldn't be a waste.

At the entrance of the manor.

Roland stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

He could sense Diana's interest in him, and whatever the reason, it always helped to advance their relationship.

"A nice woman."

"pity!"

He stretched his limbs and began to speak:

"My target is Princess Duna of Zak. It's fine for me to play around with other women, but please don't get entangled with me."

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"This is the third one!"

Carey looked at the manor in front of him, speechless.

"How many gold coins did Robert accumulate? Where did he get the money to buy so many estates?"

Let's go!

Carl patted him on the shoulder:

"When you have money, you can buy a place like this too."

"Forget it!" Kerry shook his head.

"Such a luxurious manor is beyond my reach in this lifetime. Why don't you go to the study first?"

"Yes."

Karl Steps:

"Robert's book collection is quite interesting."

"Sigh!" Kerry's gaze towards him was somewhat complicated:

"You used to be unable to even listen to bards' chants, so it's hard to imagine that you've now developed a love for reading?"

"If it weren't for the blessing of the church priest, I would have suspected that your soul had been stolen by something."

Karl shook his head upon hearing this, but he had to admit that the other party's guess was true to some extent.

he,

It's definitely a different person!

As Adolf said, so-called wizards are a type of being who pursues knowledge and truth.

Every wizard apprentice has their own library.

Robert stayed at different estates each night, and each estate had a study for his reading.

They are only slightly different in size.

"Found it!"

Carl took down several thick books from the bookshelf, a smile on his face, and found a long rope to wrap them up.

"Well……"

"manuscript?"

This study must have been a place Robert frequented, as it contained various books on witchcraft and a manuscript.

Carl casually flipped through the pages and found himself engrossed in them.

Unlike books, which have elaborate outlines and detailed introductions, manuscripts are more likely to reflect a person's thoughts.

Like a crystallization of wisdom!

"Witchcraft is interconnected. After mastering the first zero-ring witchcraft, you will progress faster and find it easier to learn the same type of witchcraft."

"Meditation is the key to breakthrough..."

"The essence of gargoyles is the heart of stone. Although it is a bloodline wizard's inheritance, it also belongs to the category of earth element."

"My practice of earth-based witchcraft and meditation will accelerate the gargoyle's cultivation, and vice versa."

"Knowledge……"

"Choosing the path of a bloodline wizard requires extensive experience in dissecting magical and legendary creatures, and I initially took the wrong path."

"Too late!"

"Abandoning the path of bloodline wizards now and switching to earth magic will make it very difficult to advance any further."

"The knowledge of cultivating spider women can indeed provide me with a lot of experience. My progress in becoming a bloodline wizard is getting faster and faster. I wonder if the divine messenger can provide similar knowledge again, but I really don't want to see her."

"She's a lunatic!"

"she?"

Karl frowned slightly.

Judging from the manuscript, Robert seems to have a divine messenger above him, and he is terrified of the messenger.

"Meditation is key!"

Carl lifted his head and gently rubbed his temples:

"It's over. The meditation method I practice is the deep-sea meditation method, which belongs to the water system of the natural school. It has nothing to do with the fire seal."

"If I were to practice a fire-based meditation technique, the power of the fire seal would definitely be even greater."

"The lesser spell field belongs to the force field magic school, while the arcane missile belongs to the arcane branch of magic..."

"No wonder Robert said I was like a practitioner who accidentally embarked on the path of witchcraft, practicing witchcraft in a disorganized and chaotic way."

Robert himself has also made mistakes, and if he had a choice, he would definitely choose the Earth Wizard lineage.

No matter what.

Once you embark on the path of a wizard, it's extremely difficult to make adjustments later, and it requires a lot of time and energy.

Meditation techniques, magic tricks, zero-ring spells, and first-ring spells of the same system not only have stacked power, but are also easier to break through.

Carl sighed:

"Why didn't my senior sister say that?"

He was wronging Sybil, because Sybil herself didn't understand this kind of knowledge either.

The person who understands is not here.

What's more, no one knew that in just one year, Karl had mastered several zero-ring spells.

"Water system!"

"Water system?"

Karl looked thoughtful:

"I possess fragments of divine power, so even different types of witchcraft are not difficult to construct. Therefore, taking a few detours will not affect me. However, to become a formal wizard, one must have a complete lineage."

"Well……"

"The Port of Freedom is right next to the Endless Sea, where there is no shortage of creatures with special powers, and they are also water-based. If we could find a powerful legendary water-based creature, we could follow the path of a bloodline wizard..."

"Karl!"

The shouts interrupted his thoughts.

"Come here for a moment!"

"oh!"

Karl snapped out of his reverie and put away the manuscript:

"Coming right away."

…………

This estate is clearly special, containing not only Robert's handwritten manuscripts, but also other items.

One by one, women covered in wounds emerged from the secret chamber beneath the manor and were helped onto carriages.

These women were all missing girls from the city.

They were imprisoned by Robert in a secret room beneath the manor, where he could have his pleasure and ravage them at will.

Not just Robert.

Sometimes it was also used to entertain others and reward those who stole fire.

When necessary, they would even be used to concoct potions in exchange for the favor of certain high-ranking officials and nobles.

In some people's eyes, these girls are not their kind at all, but playthings.

and even,

food!

However, Carey's fiancée was not among them, which suggests that she has indeed been murdered.

"Beast!"

Even though Diana strictly adhered to knightly code, upon seeing the scene of the imprisoned girl, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and utter profanities:

"Killing this kind of person would be too good for him!"

"Karl".

"Here." Karl stepped forward.

"Go and see Mrs. Anne out," Diana said in a low voice.

"Don't let anyone know."

Mrs. Anne?

Karl looked surprised and glanced at the carriage beside him.

Just then, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing half of a delicate face with smooth, translucent skin.

Was this one also imprisoned by Robert at the manor?

Lady Anne was known as the most beautiful woman in Signoria and was the dream date of countless men.

No wonder I haven't heard from him recently; he's been stuck in this manor.

Although the other party was known for his amorous nature, it wouldn't look good if word got out, so Diana arranged for someone to escort him.

The reason for choosing Karl is quite simple.

He's about to leave Signoria, and no one will care if any scandals break out.

"Yes."

Karl nodded in agreement and got into the carriage.

The carriage was spacious, and Mrs. Anne, wrapped tightly in a long robe, huddled in a corner without uttering a sound.

The wheels turned, and the car slowly drove out of the manor.

"Snap!"

Karl lit the kerosene lamp, covered it with a lampshade, and sat down opposite him, taking out a book to read.

In the dim light, a pair of eyes that looked curious could be vaguely seen.

"Karl?"

"Um?"

Karl was startled and looked up:

Do you know me?

"Um."

Mrs. Anne nodded slowly; perhaps because she had been trapped for so long, her voice was a little hoarse.

I've heard your name mentioned before.

"Is that so?" Karl frowned.

"I am just an ordinary inspector. Madam, you are of such high status, how did you come to know me?"

There seemed to be no common ground between the two of them, and neither of them seemed to deserve the other's attention.

"Of noble status?" Mrs. Anne murmured, as she moved closer, a faint, delicate fragrance wafting over.

"She was just a weak woman with no husband and no one to rely on."

Carl instinctively turned to the side.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Anne looked up, her clear, bright eyes brimming with tears, her voice tinged with sorrow:

"You look down on me?"

"No." Carl shook his head.

"It's just... I'm not used to people getting this close to me."

"Really?" Mrs. Anne blinked, a hint of envy in her eyes.

"You men are so much better; you're strong enough on your own. We women can't be without someone to rely on."

As he spoke, he moved closer again.

What is this woman doing?

Karl's lips were dry.

The exquisite features and clear eyes so close to his face seemed to possess a kind of magic, making his heart race.

The woman in front of him had a figure that was so perfect it was almost criminal, yet her face was as pure as an innocent young girl. This stark contrast easily aroused a man's protective instincts.

"You must have heard my story, right?" Looking at Carl, Mrs. Anne slowly lowered her head, her long, flowing hair obscuring her face.

"Isn't it embarrassing?"

"No," Karl blurted out instinctively.

"Madam, there's no need to care what others say."

Ok?

Something is wrong!

How could such words come from one's own mouth?

Karl felt a chill run down his spine and activated his breathing and meditation techniques simultaneously to suppress the agitation in his heart.

"Don't you care?"

Mrs. Anne gently shook her head:

"How could I not care?"

"In this world, who doesn't want to live according to their own nature? Since I have chosen this kind of life, I must bear the consequences."

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"Madam sees things very clearly."

"That's true, but people are different." Mrs. Anne raised her hand to brush a strand of hair, revealing her face, her eyes filled with confusion.

"My mother was a prostitute. I was conceived by accident, and my father never cared about us."

"My mother died early. I said I was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, but in reality, I was just a maid in their household."

"Still a free maid!"

She gave a bitter smile, seemingly recalling the scene from back then, her eyes filled with complex emotions:

"I envy my sister for having new clothes and new toys, so I want them too. That's okay, right?"

"That's right," Karl nodded.

Something is wrong!

Something's wrong with this woman!

"I come from humble beginnings, I have no education, no perspective, no friends, and I can't get anything I want," Mrs. Anne sighed, her voice filled with helplessness.

"Fortunately, the gods took pity on me and gave me a beautiful appearance. It's not wrong for me to use it to buy what I like, is it?"

"..." Karl remained silent.

"I know you look down on me, but it doesn't matter. You're a nobleman; some things are innate," Mrs. Anne said.

"I can't do it!"

"If I want something, I need to fight for it, grab it, or exchange it with others."

"You nobles can order people around at will and change women every day, so why can't I?"

"Why is it that when you do this, people say you're charming and attractive, while I'm called lowly?"

"Madam," Karl began slowly.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Heh..." Mrs. Anne chuckled softly, leaning closer again, her long robe slowly slipping away.

"I understood from a very young age that only by finding someone I can rely on will others not dare to touch me, at most they will talk badly about me behind my back."

"I'm marrying the count, I'm finding a powerful patron..."

"Karl!"

Beneath the long robe, her graceful figure was fully revealed.

I want you to be my protector.

"Madam." Karl's eyes narrowed.

"I want to get off the bus."

"Get off the bus?" Mrs. Anne asked with a charming smile.

"The car doors are locked, how are you going to get out?"

"Don't be afraid!"

She moved closer and closer, her voice alluring:

"I know what you want, and I know what you lack. As long as you're with me, you can get everything you want."

"Like..."

"Robert!"

Karl felt a chill run down his spine!

"Mrs. Anne!" Just then, Diana's voice rang out from outside, and the carriage stopped.

"lady!"

Diana opened the car door, stepped into the carriage, and looked at the two people who were almost touching with each other with some surprise, saying:

"I have something I want to ask you."

It seems the car doors were not locked.

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