Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 81 Flesh and Blood Modification, Spider Sensing

early morning.

The fog had not yet dissipated.

The once sparsely populated roads are now filled with carriages and people, and a sense of panic permeates the air.

Karl's convoy was also among them.

When Karl arrived at the manor outside the city, Hibel had already packed his things and arranged four carriages.

Catherine, the wife of Adolf, sat in the carriage, lifting the curtain to look at the city of Signoria behind them with a worried expression.

Her beauty was stunning, in no way inferior to that of Mrs. Anne, but it was unknown to outsiders.

Back then, Adolf was immersed in the knowledge of witchcraft, and because of Catherine's beauty, he married her despite the age difference between them. Unfortunately, they had no children after many years of marriage.

"Karl!"

Hibel, unusually dressed in a knight's outfit that accentuated her beautiful figure, rode up to him:

"You're just in time. I was wondering how to get into town to tell you that they are your...friends?"

She blinked and looked at Kingsley and Evonne with curiosity.

It's normal for a nobleman to have several women around him, but she knew that her junior brother Karl was not yet married.

Could they be lovers?

These two sisters are lovers; the junior brother really knows how to have fun!

"My cousin."

Carl briefly introduced his cousin Kingsley and his cousin Evonne:

"The city is too chaotic. They're leaving with us and will come down when we reach a safe place."

"We're going to Mutan," Kingsley began.

"My mother has an older sister who lives there, Miss Sybel. I'll have to trouble you along the way."

She was promiscuous, but not stupid.

He knew very well who he should rely on for the next period of time, and spoke very politely at this moment.

Evonne remained silent, her eyes still filled with worry for her father and uncertainty about the future.

Having never left Signoria, she had no idea what to do next.

"It's no trouble at all."

Hibel smiled:

"They're all going in the same direction, so we just need to adjust the route a little."

"The Cologne people are here!"

"Run!"

"..."

Shouts came from behind, startling the convoys and pedestrians on the road, who all sped up.

The already congested roads were thrown into chaos.

"Don't panic."

Hiber frowned:

"Old Harry, keep the convoy steady."

"Yes, Miss." The white-haired old Harry reached out and grabbed the reins, steadying the lead carriage.

Although he was old and worked as a gardener on the manor, he was an experienced knight; otherwise, he wouldn't have been hired by Adolf.

Under his control, the convoy moved orderly to the edge of the road.

"Miss."

Looking back a few times, old Harry whispered:

"Someone is deliberately causing trouble, but there are no pursuers behind them."

"oh!"

Hibel blinked:

Why?

"They're probably trying to take advantage of the chaos," Karl interjected.

"Signol is not on the front line, and there aren't many Cologne soldiers coming. Even if they occupy the city, they will hardly have the strength to pursue and kill us."

"Yes." Old Harry glanced at Karl with some surprise, seemingly not expecting him to have such keen insight:

"Young Master Karl is right."

"Then we don't need to worry about it." Hibel's expression relaxed.

"As long as they don't provoke us, that's fine."

Her words were clearly premature.

As they moved further away from Signoria, the "refugees" on the road went in different directions, and their companions gradually became fewer and fewer.

"Be careful!"

Karl suddenly spoke, drawing his sword and waving it lightly.

"bite……"

He deflected an incoming arrow.

The incoming arrows were not just a single one, but formed a moderate rain of arrows that enveloped the entire convoy.

"Get out of the way!"

Old Harry's eyes widened as he spurred his horse and brandished his sword to deflect the arrows, directing the others to take cover behind the carriage.

Several women looked terrified and shrank back into the carriage.

"drive!"

"Charge!"

A group of people rushed out of the dense forest not far away. Some were on horseback, and some were on foot. All of them had fierce eyes and looked like vicious and ruthless people.

"Kill all the men, capture the women alive, and take all the valuables!"

One of them, wielding a machete, roared loudly:

"Brothers, follow me!"

"What a coincidence, they've really set their sights on us?" Hibel blinked, looking at the group of robbers whose clothes and weapons were so mismatched, her face filled with curiosity.

"Is this what they call a robber?"

"Yes." Old Harry nodded.

"Our team doesn't have many guards, but the carriages are carrying a lot of things, so it's not surprising that we've been targeted."

"Miss, please be careful."

"Understood." Hibel waved his hand, took out a thin staff about a foot long, and rode off to meet them.

Harry and Carl, however, showed no intention of helping.

This scene not only left Kingsley and Evian speechless, but also made the charging bandits burst into laughter.

"A little girl..."

"Do they really have no one else?"

"Is that thin wooden stick her weapon? Grab her and let her taste my power!"

A group of people rushed over laughing and joking, but they didn't notice that Karl and the others didn't show any panic on their faces.

On the contrary, it was quite relaxing.

It's like sitting and waiting to watch a show.

"Acid splashing!"

With a light wave of her staff, Hibel opened the mouth of the porcelain bottle tied to her waist, from which a glob of liquid flew out.

"Bang!"

The liquid disintegrated.

What was originally a small mass became quite vast when it was dispersed.

Countless streams of acid converged into a curtain of rain, enveloping the attacking bandits and covering an area of ​​several tens of square meters.

"Control the water flow!"

Hibel waved her staff again.

Under her control, the acid rain in the sky suddenly increased in speed, shooting towards the approaching person like a powerful arrow.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

Acid capable of corroding gold and iron, when applied to the body at high speed, can instantly pierce through it.

Even armor can't stop it.

"what!"

"what……"

In a short time.

The charging robbers screamed in agony, clutching their faces and collapsing to the ground, with hissing white smoke rising from the corroded areas.

Hibel remained expressionless and waved her staff once more.

Zero-level magic - Water Vortex!

The acid that landed did not get out of control; instead, it coalesced into a vortex that swept several riders into it.

One of them, brimming with vitality, was clearly a knight, and was the one targeted most by the acid.

Zero-level sorcery - Poisonous Miasma!

"puff!"

As Hibel waved her staff, the dark green mist enveloped the nearly thirty people in front of her.

"what!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Amidst a chorus of agonizing screams, figures collapsed one after another, their flesh riddled with holes from corrosion.

Even the knight was powerless against Hibel and fell to the ground with a scream.

"devil!"

"She's the devil!"

"Run!"

"what……"

The scene before them filled the remaining bandits with terror, and fear drove them to turn and flee in a frenzy.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of light appeared.

"puff!"

One person's body stiffened, a red mark appeared between their eyebrows, and they fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Zero-ring sorcery - Arcane Missiles!

Hibel galloped away on her horse, waving her staff repeatedly, swiftly reaping the lives of those in her path.

Some tried to get close, but they couldn't get a foothold at all due to the attacks of poison gas, acid, and arcane missiles.

In a short time, none of the robbers who rushed over survived; they all turned into lifeless corpses on the ground.

"Whoa..."

Hiber gently pulled on the reins, gesturing to old Harry:

"Clean up and take all the valuables with you. I'm being careful not to damage their armor."

"Yes."

Old Harry respectfully agreed and instructed his timid servants to collect the spoils of war.

"Senior sister," Karl said with admiration.

"That's amazing!"

"As a mid-level wizard apprentice, this is how it is when dealing with ordinary people," Hybel said without any modesty.

"I wasted a portion of my acid; I wonder if the harvest will make up for it?"

The acid used for acid splashing is a magical material made using special methods and is quite valuable.

That is why its power is so terrifying.

Dozens of people!

There was also a knight among them.

Even the Great Knights would have to fight for a while, but they couldn't hold out for long against Sybel.

Not a single person escaped!

A true intermediate-level wizard apprentice with a lineage possesses truly formidable skills, unafraid even when facing a Grand Knight.

Unless it's something like the Thunder Spear.

In comparison.

Karl was far inferior.

Although he was also an intermediate wizard apprentice, his magic was too mixed, resulting in insufficient power. He could barely deal with knights, but he was no match for grand knights.

"Karl..." Kingsley's face was pale, his gaze sweeping over Hibel before quickly turning back:

"Miss Sybil, what's going on?"

Evangeline curled up even more.

The scene just now not only terrified the robbers, but also shocked the two women so much that their bodies turned ice-cold.

Those killed by acid splashes and poisonous gas died in gruesome ways, almost unrecognizable, with no trace of their bodies.

It's perfectly normal for people to call this kind of method "devilish".

"My senior sister is a wizard apprentice."

Carl slowed his voice:

"Don't be afraid, senior sister is a good person. You can think of her as a knight with mysterious powers."

"A wizard's apprentice?" Ivanie blinked.

"Cousin Carl, are you one too?"

Since he calls her "senior sister," then Karl should naturally know what Hibel knows as well.

"Yes."

Carl nodded:

"However, I have only just entered the world of wizards and have not mastered much witchcraft. I am not as good as my senior sister and only know a few tricks that cannot harm people."

As he spoke, he gently rubbed his two fingers together.

"Snapped!"

A soft light appeared before the two of them.

Light spell!

The halo of light illuminated the carriage, gradually calming the two women's fear, with Evonne looking on with curiosity.

"Wow, that's amazing! Can I learn it?"

"This..." Karl shook his head:

"People with wizarding talent are very rare. If you want to learn, you can take a test to see if you have any talent."

Unfortunately.

Evangeline had no talent for wizardry, as did Kingsley.

This is normal.

In a city, only one or two children born every few years often possess wizarding talent—a pitifully small proportion.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the convoy set off again, this time without any worries about safety on the road.

With a powerful figure like Hibel in charge, what do they have to fear?

…………

midnight.

Old Harry found a suitable place to rest.

A group of people lit a campfire and sat cross-legged. As if sensing something, Sybel looked up at the sky.

"Splash..."

under night.

A white dove fell from the sky and landed in her hand, its body swaying as it transformed into a piece of paper.

Sending messages by carrier pigeon!

A magical method for transmitting messages remotely.

Carl looked on curiously and saw that Hibel had a furrowed brow and a look of doubt in her eyes.

"Senior sister."

He got up and approached:

"What's wrong?"

"Tim sent me a message saying that a child in my mentor's family has been detected as having wizarding talent, and he wants me to take him with me to the Black Swamp," Sybil said.

"That child is in Mutan City, in the same place as your two cousins."

"No trouble at all," Carl said.

"It's on the way."

"That's not the issue." Hibel shook her head.

"I wrote to my mentor about the situation in Signoria. The estate couldn't be sold, and we had to give up many things."

"Given the mentor's personality, he shouldn't have left everything to Tim without giving any instructions."

"strangeness……"

She was puzzled, but had no choice but to put the letter away and replan her route.

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"puff!"

Hot water is poured into the teapot, and thick white steam rises, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Come."

Anslot, a mid-level wizard apprentice in white robes and with white hair, gestured:

"This is a drink brought from the far East by a wandering merchant. It has a rather unique flavor. Please try it."

"Um."

Tim sat opposite him, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and shook his head, saying:

"These light drinks are more suitable for the nobles of the royal city; we commoners generally prefer stronger flavors."

"Really?" Anslot smiled.

"It seems you've made up your mind."

"..." Tim took a deep breath and said:

"I'm not young anymore. Without sufficient resources, I may never become a senior wizard apprentice in this lifetime."

"Even if it succeeds, there's absolutely no hope of becoming a formal wizard!"

"Only by inheriting my mentor's legacy can I have enough resources to try to break through to the wizard realm."

"Yes." Anslow nodded.

"If you're slow at one step, you'll be slow at every step."

"The brilliance of our gods here is too overwhelming, obscuring the wisdom of the wizards. Which of them, to become a formal wizard, hasn't had a unique destiny?"

He raised his voice and said:

"According to the Book of Wizards, as long as a third-ring wizard is born in a place, a stargate can be set up to connect to the real wizarding world. The Grey Wizard is already a second-ring wizard, so he may well become a third-ring wizard."

"Whether we become third-ring wizards or uncover the secrets deep within the Black Swamp, we all have a chance to leave this place!"

"certainly……"

"The prerequisite is becoming a formal wizard!"

A fully-fledged wizard!

These words made Tim's breathing quicken, his hands clench tightly, and a strong desire welled up in his eyes.

If I become a full-fledged wizard, and the Black Swamp gains a Stargate, it's not impossible that I could become a second- or even third-ring wizard in the future.

"I really envy you."

Anslot sighed softly:

"Your mentor has done a great service to the swamp camp. As his successor, you will not need to worry about exploring the Black Swamp for the next six years and can focus on your cultivation. By then, you will definitely be a high-level wizard apprentice."

"It's too early to talk about these things now," Tim shook his head.

"I also have a junior sister, um..."

"And there's another junior brother!"

Over the decades, many people have studied witchcraft under Adolf, but few have truly been called his mentors.

Theoretically, only he and Hibel have the right to inherit, but now Karl has to be added to the list.

"Twenty magic stones, the price of a high-quality enchanted item, can solve this problem for you."

Anslot spoke:

"I know the contacts of the Shadow Hand; some of them are specifically used to deal with wizard apprentices."

"Twenty magic stones..." Tim's facial muscles twitched.

"Too expensive."

"It's not expensive, not expensive at all," Anslot said.

"Adolf's legacy is probably worth more than two hundred magic stones, and you only need to pay less than one-tenth of that price."

Tim shook his head again.

"Then..." Anslot frowned:

"Eighteen magic stones, that's the lowest I can go, or you'll have to figure something out yourself."

"Only two magic stones cheaper?" Tim's face darkened. Seeing the other party's unyielding expression, he sighed helplessly.

"good!"

"Eighteen it is, but my master's wife must not be harmed. She must reach the Black Swamp safely."

"Deal!" Anslot smiled.

"I didn't expect you to be so filial. Actually, we could just find another place to settle Adolf's wife."

"She's getting old, and it's inconvenient for her to live in the Black Swamp."

"Ahem..." Tim's face flushed slightly.

"My teacher's wife is not very old."

"Huh?" Anslot was taken aback, then suddenly realized and chuckled:

"Understood, understood!"

"I just didn't expect that Adolf, who is so old, would have a young wife."

…………

The wheels rolled and churned.

Inside the train carriage.

Heber held the book and read it carefully, sometimes frowning in confusion, sometimes looking dazed, clearly immersed in it.

a long time,

She put down the book in her hand and sighed:

"The path of a bloodline wizard is truly complex and profound, involving many specialized disciplines such as biological anatomy and bloodline genetics."

"Karl".

"Maintaining a strong sense of curiosity is a quality a wizard should have, but you must also understand one thing."

"A jack of all trades makes everything easy."

Hippel said:

"You should focus your energy on practicing meditation and witchcraft now, and not be distracted by other things."

"Pharmacology, crafting enchanted items, and bloodline modification are all subjects worth spending a lifetime studying; you can't learn much in a short time."

She clearly felt that Carl was being too distracted.

"What my senior sister says is true." Karl nodded.

"When the patrol department searched Robert's estate, I found these books in his study, so I brought them out to take a look."

"It's certainly broadened my horizons!"

"Hmm." Hibel smiled.

"Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me. These books can be used to offset the gold coins you owe me."

"If you have any thoughts, feel free to share them..."

"It's free!"

She discovered that Carl was not particularly outstanding in witchcraft, but he often had ingenious ideas in various miscellaneous fields.

This is thanks to my learning experience of more than ten years in my previous life. Although I was not an expert in any of them, I had a broad range of knowledge.

Some knowledge has commonalities.

For example, anatomy...

"The foundation of bloodline wizards lies in transfiguration and solidification, and Robert also makes money through this kind of witchcraft."

Hibel licked his lips, his eyes shining:

"If I can learn these two witchcrafts, I believe I will become a guest of honor for many noble ladies in Signoria."

She seemed to have forgotten that she had just said not to get distracted.

"A noblewoman?" Karl was taken aback.

"What use is it to them?"

"Of course it works." Hibel rolled her eyes.

"Women's anxiety about their appearance and figure is no less than men's concern about that aspect."

Karl suddenly realized.

Breast augmentation!

Slim waist!

Cultivate your character!

……

Think back to the beauty craze of the past, and you'll understand the business opportunities hidden within.

I don't know if Robert is involved in this kind of business, but even if he is, he probably wouldn't dare to do it openly.

After all, men and women are different.

"Low-level transformation techniques cannot truly change the physical body; they can only temporarily or partially modify it, and there is a certain chance of rebound or even damage to the body."

Karl opened his mouth:

"True transformation is a complete change of a person's body from the inside out, from the depths of their blood."

"This would give people the ability to transform into other creatures."

"Hmm." Hibel rested her chin on her hand.

"There are many records in wizarding books that wizards can transform into eagles to soar through the sky, or into whales to enjoy the sea, or even into legendary ancient creatures to confront the gods head-on."

"pity……"

She shook her head slightly, looking regretful.

Transforming into an eagle or a whale is of little use and may even shorten one's lifespan and drastically reduce one's strength.

To become a legendary being, one would need to analyze that being, making it even more impossible.

Karl seemed to be deep in thought.

Transforming into other creatures falls under the purview of a formal wizard; as an apprentice, one must begin from the very beginning.

Adaptable to other bloodlines!

Generally speaking, it is necessary to find a part of a superhuman being, remove the rejection reaction, and transplant it into the cultivator's body, so that the body can gradually acquire the abilities of a superhuman being.

Or create something, like a heart of stone.

Karl did not have the method to forge the Heart of Stone, but he possessed a 'component' of a supernatural being.

That precious pearl!

Through experimental analysis, it was discovered that the pearl left behind by Mrs. Anne after her death was actually the eyeball of a certain type of spider.

It even possesses a slight vitality, meeting the requirements for bloodline wizard cultivation.

The journey is long.

With a large number of people in the convoy, it was difficult to speed up, and it would take at least more than a month to reach Mutan.

During this period, Karl was unable to enter the Divine Realm Fragment and spent most of his time practicing meditation and breathing techniques inside the carriage.

Only during the night when they rest would they take the opportunity to go to Free Port to trade and exchange for supplies.

Shake.

More than a month has passed.

The city of Mutan was already faintly visible, and Karl had successfully integrated the spider's eyeballs into his arm.

Transplantation!

The key to this wizarding art is adapting to other bloodlines.

After all, they are different species and have different structures, so the body will have an instinctive rejection reaction. Without special forces involved, they cannot merge with each other.

"Transplanting bloodline wizards is similar to integrating them into a spell sign, which saves a lot of effort."

Karl murmured to himself and gently raised his left arm.

On the inside of his left forearm, there was an extra white bead, which was actually the spider's eyeball.

Take a closer look.

The eyeballs were still moving, which was somewhat eerie and unsettling.

"To enhance oneself or gain abilities one did not originally possess by transplanting an organ from another organism."

"The next step is to replace internal organs..."

"at last!"

Carl's one-handed loose grip:

"Complete body transformation, changing into other forms from the inside out."

The eyeballs transplanted into his arm, which had almost lost their vitality, have now been revitalized by Carl's life force.

And its effects...

Keen perception!

"Or perhaps it's called spider-sense?"

Ask for collection!

(End of this chapter)