Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 8 Breathing Technique Acquired

The shattered crimson moon still hangs high in the sky, unchanged regardless of night or day.

But the hazy fog that shrouded the entire Black City had thinned out at some point, becoming almost indistinguishable.

The once deserted streets now have a few people to be seen.

it is true!

Today of every month is Black City's Safety Day. Not only will half-dead creatures not appear, but underground miners will also get a short rest.

"call……"

Karl let out a long sigh, tightened his grip on the things in his hands, and headed straight for the Rakka market.

The dangers of Black City don't just lie in the half-dead creatures.

There are still living people!

On January 1st, a day of safety, crowds far exceeding those of usual flocked to the market, and the clamor of voices could be heard from afar.

Carl pushed through the crowd, stopped in front of the stall, and frowned.

"Cologne?"

This is a familiar stall in Cologne, but now the stall owner is a skinny young man.

"Do you know Uncle Cologne?"

The boy looked up, stopped tidying up his stall, and rubbed his hands together, saying:

"Uncle has to leave temporarily. I'll help manage the stall. Please let me know if you need anything."

"you?"

Beneath his cloak and hood, Karl's eyes showed suspicion.

The "stall owner" in front of me was too young; his tattered clothes even revealed his ribs underneath.

Although the boy looked eager and wanted to prove himself, his appearance made it difficult for people to trust him.

"Karl!"

Just then, Cologne's voice rang out from not far away:

"I knew you'd come today."

He strode over, grabbed Carl's arm, and pulled him toward a deserted corner.

Before Karl could speak, he whispered:

"I've figured out the breathing technique!"

"oh!"

Karl's eyes lit up, completely ignoring the other person's pungent bad breath that was right in front of him:

"How so?"

"Hehe..." Cologne chuckled, and then pulled a book directly from his pocket:

"To obtain this breathing technique, I poured out all the savings I had accumulated over the years. Luckily, that person was in a hurry to raise money to leave Black City, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to get my hands on it."

"Of course, we're all acquaintances, so the price is negotiable."

As Karl looked at the book in the other person's hand, his heart pounded wildly, and for a moment he even had the urge to kill and steal the treasure.

Breathing techniques!

This is a miraculous method that can grant ordinary people extraordinary powers!

"Perfect."

Composing himself, he suppressed his impulse and put down his belongings one by one:

"I brought a lot of good stuff with me this time."

"A can of compressed beef, 32 pounds in total, which can be kept fresh for at least a year, and also top-quality fresh milk, all good stuff brought from outside."

"Gulp..." Looking at the thing in front of him, Cologne's throat also gurgled, and his one eye gleamed.

Canned meat that can be kept fresh for a year can fetch exorbitant prices in underground mines.

Fresh milk is a hard currency.

Life in Black City is indeed tough, but there are also newborn babies, and the importance of fresh milk for infants is self-evident.

"Um..." Carl pointed:

"Can I take a look first?"

"Of course, no problem." Cologne's small eyes gleamed as he handed over the book, not forgetting to add:

"I still have a few more pages in my hand; you can't learn by just reading the pages in the book."

"clear."

Carl nodded, took the book, and quickly opened it.

it is true!

Although he had never practiced breathing techniques, he knew many knights and squires, had heard snippets of information about them, and had even inquired about breathing techniques in detail.

One can distinguish between genuine and fake breathing techniques.

Poison Wolf Breathing Technique!

It's a very ordinary name, and its rank is probably not high, but as long as it's a breathing technique, it's enough for him.

"what?"

Karl touched the marks on the pages, his eyes flickering slightly:

"These words, were they just written recently?"

"Yes."

Cologne nodded:

"But it doesn't matter, does it?"

"It won't have any impact," Karl said slowly, looking up.

"However, it seems that person sold the breathing technique not only to you, but also to others."

Cologne's expression changed.

Carl was right; the price was too high for one person to afford.

So he simply copied a few breathing techniques and sold them to several companies.

"We're old friends, so I won't hide it from you," Cologne began.

"There are indeed other sellers at the market selling the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique like me, but can you be sure that what you bought from them is the complete version?"

"Although I have never practiced breathing techniques, I know that even a single wrong word in the method can lead to death."

He said firmly:

"I haven't made any changes to this version!"

Karl remained silent.

indeed.

His goal was the breathing technique; where he bought it was irrelevant, and even the price was unimportant.

Of course, you can't completely trust the other party either.

"Breathing techniques won't work for me. We can discuss the price. There's one more thing."

Cologne leaned forward and whispered:

"Do you want to leave Black City?"

"Leave Black City?" Karl raised an eyebrow.

"I can't afford Lady Butterfly's two thousand black stones."

"Not Madame Butterfly." Cologne waved his hand.

"I know a group of people who can secretly send people away from here to the nearby city of Vitley for only three hundred black stones."

"A hidden path?" Karl's expression changed. He had heard rumors of this before, but had never considered trying it.

"If you get caught, you could die!"

On the tall wooden frame erected at the market entrance, several corpses would occasionally be laid out, most of them belonging to people trying to escape the city.

"A dead man?" Cologne asked with a mocking expression.

"In a place like this, what's the difference between being alive and being dead? It's just a matter of one coming sooner or later."

Carl shook his head again.

He has a way out, so it's not at the point of taking a gamble. He then changed the subject:

"Let's talk about breathing techniques instead."

"Alright!"

Cologne sighed.

Soon after, the two finalized the deal, and Cologne beckoned to the boy at the stall.

"Her name is Aya. You can look for her if I'm not here. Don't let her small stature fool you, she's very clever."

"Aya?" Karl scrutinized the other person.

"girl?"

"Yes."

Aya rubbed her hands together, her big eyes fixed on him:

"Uncle, please patronize my business in the future."

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Karl touched the books in his arms, feeling his heart race. After leaving the market, he hurried back to his lodgings.

Having waited so long to finally master the breathing technique, he was already quite impatient.

"Um?"

"Bang!"

The sheathed broadsword collided with a wooden stick, and Karl staggered back, regaining his footing in front of the alleyway.

Several dark figures were in the alley.

Two others lay on the ground, barely alive.

This appears to be a murder scene. Did the perpetrator simply take advantage of the situation because they were passing by and were afraid of being seen?

No delusion!

"Everyone."

Karl, sword in hand, slowly moved backward and said in a solemn voice:

"This has nothing to do with me, and I didn't see anything."

"Well……"

From the crowd, a burly figure stepped forward, his gaze landing on Karl, pausing particularly on the broadsword.

"head!"

Someone spoke in a low voice:

"Should we...?"

"never mind."

The burly man's voice was deep as he waved his hand at Karl:

Let's go!

Karl retreated step by step, and when he was a little further away, he turned around and ran at full speed, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"head."

In the alley, a person said:

"That person probably hasn't practiced breathing techniques, so it won't be difficult for him to stay."

"There's no need."

The burly man spoke:

"His sword-wielding movements were very steady, which suggests he might have some tricks up his sleeve, and the bulging of his sleeves could very well be concealing a hidden arrow."

"The key is..."

"We have no goods on us, so killing them won't bring us any benefit. There's no need to take unnecessary risks. Let's clean this place up first."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, holding a blood-dripping longsword, and walked towards a person on the ground, raising his hand to stab.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)