Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 82 The Assassin (Please add to your favorites)

This feeling is very strange.

It's like another organ has grown out of my body.

By focusing your attention on it, you can clearly perceive the changes in temperature and the flow of air around you.

The fine hairs on the skin's surface tremble almost imperceptibly, coming into contact with the air and analyzing a multitude of messages.

The left side is slightly warmer because of the oil lamp.

Dust fell from the top of my head and was about to stick to my hair.

Several tiny flying insects flew past the carriage window, their flapping wings causing changes in airflow.

……

"That's amazing!"

This perception, so different from that of a "human," made Karl exclaim in amazement, and for a moment he felt slightly uncomfortable.

"No wonder the bloodline wizards have a famous saying: The secrets hidden in life are no less than the vast starry sky."

"I am honest and I will not lie!"

"If there are enough 'materials,' then the path of a bloodline wizard is undoubtedly a shortcut."

"Ordinary wizards need to advance from scratch, which is fraught with difficulties; while bloodline wizards can improve themselves by utilizing the characteristics of higher life forms, which is obviously much more convenient. However, without resources, this path is not even suitable for beginners."

"It's a trade-off!"

It is different from the Dharma seal.

If you lose the seal, you will also lose the special abilities that the seal brings.

The transplantation of bloodline wizards is different.

After a transplanted organ has adapted for a certain period of time, the transplanted organ will naturally acquire special abilities.

Even if the organs are removed later, there will still be residual capacity.

Although it's far less than when the organs were present.

This adaptation and evolution contains deep-seated secrets of bloodline, the principles of which Karl does not yet understand.

However, the successful transplant indicates that he has already begun his journey on the path of a bloodline wizard.

After calming himself down, he rolled up his sleeves, pulled over a small desk, and began writing with a quill pen in hand.

"Dear Jenny, my friend and former roommate, by the time you receive this letter, news of the fall of Signoria will have already reached the capital."

"That night, the black-armored army of the Cologne stormed the city, and chaos reigned. By the time I went to find your mother, Mary, she had already left her residence and disappeared; in that situation, it was difficult to find her."

I hope she's alright.

He stopped what he was doing, looked up, thought for a moment, and then continued writing:

"If you have any news about her, please reply. I will leave my contact information in Mutan City. Also, I wonder how your music theory studies are going in the Royal City..."

He was about to arrive in Mutan City, where a messenger was on his way to the royal city, and he finally had time to write the letter he had promised Jenny.

"Da da..."

A knock came at the door.

"Young Master Karl."

Old Harry's voice came through;

"We've arrived at Mutan City."

"oh!"

Karl stopped what he was doing, lifted the curtain, and looked ahead.

On the flat land, a low, gray city appeared at the horizon, like a crouching giant beast.

Mutan is not a large city.

It's less than a third of the size of Signoria.

However, due to its terrain, the surrounding land is all suitable for cultivation, which has led to its prosperity.

"The master is an only son, without any brothers or sisters, and because he was obsessed with witchcraft when he was young, he also had no children of his own."

Old Harry explained:

"However, the master has an uncle, whose family includes his cousins, though their relationship is not very close."

"The last time I accompanied the master to Mutan City was eight years ago, and we have had little contact since then."

He continued:

"However, since they are family, the master left them a crystal ball to test their wizarding talent. He instructed them that if anyone with talent was found, they could send a message and he would teach them wizarding knowledge. This time, it was the grandson of the master's cousin who was found to have wizarding talent."

Carl nodded:

"It seems that our mentor's ancestors produced a formal wizard, otherwise the chances of two talented people appearing in just a few generations would be too low."

Generally speaking, it takes many generations for a family to produce a person with wizarding talent.

The probability of two people with wizarding talents appearing in several generations is negligible.

But there are exceptions.

If the person is a certified wizard, then his descendants have a high chance of possessing wizarding talent.

When two certified wizards marry, the chances of their offspring having wizarding talent exceed fifty percent.

However, the chances of this inheritance decrease over time, but it is still much higher than that of the average person.

This also falls within the knowledge domain of bloodline wizards.

"Yes."

Old Ha smiled:

"The master was able to become a high-level wizard apprentice because he found the inheritance left by his ancestors."

"He might even become a full-fledged wizard!"

Adolf was a high-level wizard apprentice from a young age, and as an apothecary, he had accumulated a considerable amount of magic stones.

Everyone knows that as long as they can buy the potion needed for a breakthrough, they will try to break through.

A fully-fledged wizard!

Karl was jolted awake.

If one's mentor is a certified wizard, then the path of cultivation will be much smoother.

The principle that "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" applies equally to this world.

As the convoy approached the city gate, a group of people emerged from a nearby stone pavilion to greet them.

"Relatives from Signoria, the Chad family welcomes you."

The elderly man walking in front was probably over seventy years old, dressed in magnificent clothes, and bowed respectfully.

Wishing my cousin good health.

His face was covered with wrinkles, his hair was thinning, and he looked very old, but his voice was still loud and strong.

"Lord Raleigh." Old Harry dismounted.

"We meet again. I will definitely convey your blessings to the master."

"Harry!" Old man Reilly looked up, his face beaming with joy. He opened his arms and embraced old Harry, laughing:

"My friend, it's great to see you again."

At this moment, Karl and Hiber also dismounted from the carriage.

"Mr. Rayleigh, let me introduce you." Old Harry took a step back and gestured towards the two men:

"Miss Hibel and Master Karl are the two apprentices that the master took in in Signoria."

"This is Reilly Chad, the master's cousin."

"Honorable wizard apprentice, I've heard of you." Rayleigh said with a humble and enthusiastic expression.

"Please follow me into the city."

"Sir." Sibel's expression was indifferent. She was used to the enthusiasm of ordinary people and disliked this kind of 'hypocritical' greeting. She asked directly:

"Who's Pine?"

Pine Chad!

The child in Adolf's family who was found to have a talent for witchcraft.

"Pine."

Rayleigh waved to the crowd, and a timid six or seven-year-old boy was pushed forward by a woman.

The little boy pursed his lips and lowered his head, the woman looked reluctant, and the others cast envious glances at him.

"Um."

Sibel stepped forward, gently touching the boy's head, her attitude softening considerably.

"Level three wizard talent?"

"This..." Rayleigh hesitated for a moment:

"Following the method my cousin taught us, the result was a level three talent."

"It's alright." Hibel waved her hand.

"I will test again."

"Mother."

The little boy turned around, his eyes red:

"I don't want to go! I don't want to leave my mother!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Rayleigh's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Do you know how rare it is to have talent? It's a blessing bestowed upon you by the gods!"

Hiber frowned.

Those who walk the path of wizardry are not fond of deities, and may even be somewhat resistant to them.

However, she also knew that such a rare occurrence was perfectly normal for ordinary people to attribute it to divine blessings.

"Pine."

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and although her heart was filled with reluctance, she gritted her teeth and said:

"It's alright. You're just going away to study. You can come back to see your mother when you have time, and I can come to see you too."

"Strange, such an obedient child."

"That's right."

"Do you know how many people want this kind of opportunity but can't get it? Don't talk nonsense."

"..."

A group of people tried to persuade him.

The Chad family was once an unknown and insignificant family in Mutan City.

now.

However, they are one of the most prominent families in Mutan City.

The reason for his rapid rise to power is that Adolf found the path of the wizard left by his ancestors.

The status of a high-ranking wizard apprentice is comparable to that of a legendary knight in some respects, making it easy for him to support a family.

The Chad family knew very well what a wizard apprentice represented.

The glory of the family!

Adolf's relationship with them was relatively distant, while Payne was a direct blood relative of the Chad family.

If they achieve further success in their studies, the Chad family may be able to leave Mutan City and have a brighter future.

Let's go!

Hibel took little Payne's hand:

"Let's talk about it once we get into the city."

Little Payne turned to look at his mother, only to see her step back and hide in the crowd.

Mother……

He opened his mouth, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, but no one cared about a child's thoughts.

…………

The second floor of the tavern.

A man dressed as a wandering mercenary leaned against the window, dozing off, his whole body reeking of alcohol.

At this time.

A group of people walked down the street.

The man raised his eyes, watched the crowd leave, picked up the wine bowl on the table, and took a big gulp.

After paying the bill, he went to a secluded room.

"The target has arrived."

"oh!"

In the darkness, a figure moved:

"How is it?"

"Two wizarding apprentices, one intermediate-level apprentice and one barely beginner-level apprentice," the man began.

"There is also a knight named Harry, who was a top knight in his youth, but is now old."

"Intermediate Wizard Apprentice..." the shadow spoke:

"Should we find some help?"

"Hmm." The man took out a dagger from his person.

"I'll deal with the intermediate wizard apprentice, 'Fan' will handle the other one, and enchant the dagger for me."

"Heh..." The shadow chuckled softly.

"You're always so careful."

One man was enough to deal with a mid-level wizard apprentice; as for the other target…

It's so easy to solve!

After all, he was just a novice wizard apprentice, not even a proper one, so it wasn't a problem for the man.

However, the other party still needs to find a helper and enchant the weapon to ensure that no mistakes will occur.

"No wonder you never fail to complete any task assigned to you, but aren't you being a little too cautious?"

"snort!"

The man snorted coldly:

"In our line of work, failure means death, so you can never be too careful."

"That's true." The shadow nodded.

"Hold on."

Not long after.

A giant snail crawled out of the darkness.

The snail was entirely black, with a strange gray smoke emanating from its body, and each wriggle produced a rustling sound.

The man instinctively stepped back.

Even after seeing it several times, he still wasn't used to this "creature" in front of him.

The giant snail, half a meter tall, has patterns on its shell that resemble eyes or whirlpools.

The magical creature—the Whirlwind Snail—is a special life form that enjoys devouring the souls of other creatures.

"puff!"

The snail wiggled its neck and spat out a stream of mucus, which coated the dagger and slowly seeped into it.

"The enchantment effect lasts for two days. Anyone injured by this dagger within those two days will perish, both physically and spiritually."

An invisible force slowly lifted the dagger and presented it to the man:

"Be careful not to touch anything other than the controller, or you know exactly what will happen."

"Um."

The man nodded, carefully grasped the handle, and gently swung it, flashing with dark, cold light.

He was a knight.

He is also a knight who is skilled in assassination!

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"Battle report from the front!"

"Following Signoria, several more cities were captured by the Cologne people, and Grand Duke Euryale personally led the army to fight against them."

"Sac and Gundo have announced an alliance to jointly resist the army of Cologne!"

"A papal oracle..."

"..."

On the bustling commercial street, the sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air, interspersed with various news from the front lines.

The battles between Gondor and Cologne have lasted for years, with the situation remaining deadlocked.

However, in recent years, especially after the new king of Cologne ascended the throne, the fighting situation of the Gangdo side has become increasingly dire.

Two grand dukes and three legendary knights have already died on the battlefield.

This has never happened before.

"Thunder Spear Tark had half of Signoria burned down, supposedly to please the God of Fire and gain a blessing to ascend to legendary status."

Evangeline's voice was filled with worry:

"I wonder how my father is doing?"

Gods exist in this world, and their blessings are real and true.

for sure.

The people of Signoria suffered a calamity.

Fortunately, it wasn't to please an evil god like the Spider Goddess, otherwise the city would have been massacred.

Historically,

These kinds of things happen frequently.

"Don't worry, Uncle is a shrewd businessman; he knows how to protect his assets," Carl advised.

"As children, living our own lives well and not worrying our parents is the best way to repay them."

"Perhaps..." Evian pursed her lips:

"But my father probably doesn't think so; he would prefer her to marry a powerful nobleman."

"Mutan City is nice." Karl lightly waved his cane, changing the subject:

"This place is far from the front lines, has abundant supplies, and in our spare time we can enjoy the scenery at the nearby Yuanshou Lake."

"Yes." Ivani forced a smile and mustered her strength.

"My uncle treats us very well too."

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"If you encounter any trouble, you can go to the Chad family. Old Reilly promised to take care of you sisters."

"..." Ivani opened her mouth, but finally lowered her head and whispered:

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Karl said with a faint smile.

"We are family."

"Relatives?" Ivani looked blank, her eyes filled with complex emotions, before finally saying:

"Cousin Carl, can I look for you in the future?"

"The Black Swamp is filled with miasma and is unsuitable for ordinary people to live in." Karl shook his head.

"If there's anything you need, you can write to me."

"oh!"

Evonne looked dejected.

"Cousin Carl."

She took out a wooden box from her person:

I made some chocolates for you.

"yes."

Carl reached out and took the box; inside were some small, cute black heart-shaped chocolates.

"good."

He picked up one and tasted it:

"It tastes great."

"I'm glad you like it." Ivanie smiled brightly.

"Let's go back."

"Um."

Carl nodded.

Not long after.

"So, you just came back like this?" Inside a manor, Kingsley looked at his sister with a face full of disappointment and exasperation.

"Confess your feelings, do you even understand?"

"This might be our last time with Carl; if we can't get him, we might never have another chance!"

She stomped her foot in anger.

They tried to build a relationship between the two along the way, but made no progress. Now that they finally had a chance to be alone together, and it was the time when emotions were most likely to fluctuate during the parting, the younger sister still hadn't managed to do it.

"It's no use." Ivanie sat on the stone bench, her eyes vacant.

"I gave my cousin Carl some chocolate, and he just said it was delicious and refused to let me go to the Black Swamp."

"Perhaps he doesn't know what chocolate represents." Kingsley frowned.

"We should at least give it a try."

"Our father's condition is still unclear. My sister and I only have Carl to rely on right now."

"I made a heart shape with chocolate, just like you said." Ivanie shook her head with a wry smile.

"How could my cousin not know?"

In Ganga, giving chocolates is a way to express one's feelings, especially when they are specially made in the shape of a heart.

There's no reason why the other party shouldn't understand my thoughts.

"sister!"

Ivani's eyebrows drooped:

I want to be alone for a while.

"You..." Kingsley gritted his teeth, finally letting out a long sigh:

"Ugh!"

…………

Carl was well aware of Ivani's feelings, but he didn't see it as love; it was more like dependence.

A preferred option when feeling uncertain about the future.

Evonne is still young and may not understand what she wants at all; she is just expressing her emotions in a daze.

He could sense the other person's dependence and confusion, but he had no intention of getting involved.

"Walking the path of a wizard will gradually distance you from ordinary people; someone like my master's wife is an anomaly."

Hibel sat opposite, fiddling with a thumb ring, and said:

"Unless absolutely necessary, most wizards live in relatively desolate places, outside the city or in the forest..."

"Karl, you need to get used to this. Unless it's for the sake of procreation, try to minimize your contact with ordinary people."

"Well……"

She paused, then said:

"Especially after becoming a high-level wizard apprentice, one's consciousness can perceive the astral plane. The projection of the astral plane will turn the wizard apprentice's body into a radiation source. The longer ordinary people spend with us, the worse their bodies will become."

"Understood." Karl sighed and asked:

"I heard you're planning to mentor Little Pine?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Sibel sat up straight:

"Paine is smart, talented, and also... pitiful. I can take care of him in the Black Swamp."

"A mentor cannot take on another disciple."

"Alright then." Carl:

"At least it will stop him from crying and making a fuss."

"Haha..." Hibel laughed loudly:

"Pine is a child, and he must be scared to suddenly leave his parents. I was like that when I was young."

"I have some news for you: the Thunder Spear has not gained the approval of the Flame God; all his efforts have been in vain."

"Really?" Karl looked surprised.

I thought he would succeed.

In his opinion, Thunder Spear Tucker's strength was definitely among the top of the Great Knights, and breaking through to become a legend should not be difficult.

Unexpectedly, it failed.

"How is that possible?" Hibel asked with disdain.

"He'd betray even the gods for enough benefit; how could the God of Flames bless such a person?"

"Take a break!"

She stood up:

"We'll set off tomorrow for the Black Swamp."

night.

The starlight was dim.

The Chad family prepared a secluded estate for the couple to ensure they would not be disturbed.

After traveling for more than a month, even an iron man would get tired, and a soft bed is a great tool to help you sleep.

Even Karl didn't take the opportunity to visit the Divine Realm Fragments or Free Port, but instead lay in bed to relax.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

in the dark.

Two figures appeared silently.

The figures exchanged a glance, nodded simultaneously, and each silently pounced on a room.

Their movements were extremely agile, like nimble swallows.

Simultaneously.

A faint halo enveloped their bodies, allowing them to ignore the detection methods of witchcraft traps.

"Whoosh!"

Fan landed lightly in front of the house door, flicked his wrist, a cold glint flashed, and the door bolt broke silently.

He moved his hands and pressed them against the door.

Magic trick—silent!

The absence of wizarding talent does not necessarily preclude the ability to cast spells; some simple tricks can be activated by the presence of life force.

He pushed the door open little by little, but the creaking sound that should have been there disappeared.

smoothly!

Fan's eyes lit up.

He then lightly touched the ground with his feet, his body swaying as he appeared in the room, quickly approaching the target on the bed.

The target is fast asleep.

"Sleep, sleep, and in your dreams go to the underworld to meet Death; that is a painless death."

"Tsk..."

"I forgot, if a wizard doesn't have faith, then you're in big trouble. You'll be nailed to the Wall of the Believers and suffer endless torment."

Fan's mind raced, and a sharp thorn silently appeared in his hand, which he thrust towards the target's throat.

"Whoosh!"

Turn the volume down to the lowest setting.

He has done this many times, and at this point, he has never failed to achieve his goal.

He could already picture the scene of the sharp spikes piercing his skin and flesh, penetrating his throat, and blood gushing wildly from the wound.

The target won't die immediately; they'll twitch a few times before completely losing their life force. Sometimes, they can open their eyes before dying and see themselves, the "perpetrator," but their eyes will only show fear and resentment, unable to stop their life from slipping away.

It was an absolutely beautiful scene.

Praise be to Death!

"Whoosh!"

A flower in front of you.

The target on the bed suddenly disappeared.

Fan froze, not yet regaining his senses, when his senses were completely overwhelmed by a violent killing intent, and his vision was filled with howling winds.

"boom!"

If there is any real killing intent, it will be bombarded into the mind first.

Combat Technique - Divine Judgment!

Karl's figure appeared in the sky, his eyes filled with anger and lingering fear, and he slashed down with both hands as if they were swords.

I almost died!

If my spider-sense hadn't given me the warning, and my reaction hadn't been just a fraction of a second too late, then...

will die!

Really will die!

"Go to hell!"

Anger and lingering fear transformed into a full-force strike, the shockwave from which struck the assassin first.

"Bang!"

The immense pressure forced the assassin to his knees, followed by a surge of powerful energy that coursed through his limbs and bones.

"boom!"

Karl struck down with both palms.

A terrifying force erupted instantly, blasting the assassin's body into a bloody pulp, causing the entire house to tremble violently.

"Who?"

"How dare you!"

A roar came from the next room at just the right moment.

Immediately afterwards, a violent torrent of water tore through the house, smashed through the solid stone walls, and exploded in the darkness, with faint, painful groans that could be heard.

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(End of this chapter)