Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 83 Duel (Please add to your favorites)

"Who?"

"There's an assassin!"

Old Harry rushed out of the room in a panic, only to find that Sybil's residence had been reduced to ruins.

The highly toxic acid flowed into a torrent, raging through the courtyard like an out-of-control tornado.

Wherever it passed, houses collapsed and flowers and plants were smashed.

There seemed to be a human figure inside, but the figure's flesh was rapidly melting away under the corrosive effects of the acid.

When they landed, all that remained was a pile of shattered bones.

"Miss!"

Old Harry leaped into the air, landing on several raised patches of ground to avoid the acid and reach Sybil.

"Senior sister."

Carl was faster.

He appeared beside Sybil after the acid hit the ground, reached out to support her, and his expression immediately changed:

"How are you?"

Something's wrong with Hibel!

Because he spotted the assassin in time, the noise he made alerted Sybil, allowing her to successfully kill the assassin.

However, he was also injured by a sudden assassination attempt.

"poison!"

Hibel's face was ashen, his body was ice-cold, and he shakily raised his left arm, revealing a shallow scratch on it.

Her eyes were filled with fear, and her voice trembled:

"Whirling Spirit Poison!"

The wound was less than three centimeters long, barely scratching the skin and flesh, hardly even an injury, but the strange toxin had already spread throughout the body.

Hibel could feel her consciousness beginning to blur and her body becoming increasingly stiff.

As a pharmacist, she knew exactly what kind of poison she had been given and what the consequences would be.

dead!

"No!"

Her lips trembled:

"I don't want to die!"

Few people can remain unmoved in the face of death, at least not Sybil, who is still very young.

"Senior sister."

Carl's voice was calm:

Is there any way to detoxify?

Detoxification?

Hibel's eyes lit up, bursting with vitality, and she gripped Karl's sleeve tightly with both hands.

"tutor!"

"The tutor might have a solution!"

It's only a possibility, though. The poison of the Whirlwind Snail is extremely rare; she has only ever seen it in books, and it is very effective against wizard apprentices.

But even if there was only a sliver of a chance, she was unwilling to let it go.

"Then go find a tutor."

Karl opened his mouth:

"Harry, I'll take my senior sister to the Black Swamp to see our mentor first. You and the others will follow behind."

"This..." Old Harry hesitated for a moment, glanced at Sybil, and then nodded emphatically:

"good!"

He looked annoyed and slapped himself hard across the face, each slap landing squarely.

"It was my negligence in guarding the area; old Harry deserves to die!"

As a guard, to be silently assassinated in one's master's room is undoubtedly a dereliction of duty.

"This is not the time to discuss these things," Karl said coldly.

"Prepare the best horses and the sturdiest carriages, and ask the Chad family for some ice."

Cooling the body, or even freezing it, can slow down the spread of most toxins within the body.

The Whirlwind Poison should be no exception.

"Yes."

Old Harry acted quickly, and soon the carriage was ready, with ice piled up inside.

Shivering, Sibel huddled in the ice pile, her lips turning black and purple at a visible speed.

"drive!"

The night was deep.

Karl swung the reins, steer the carriage straight toward the Black Swamp.

…………

Three days later.

The Black Swamp is already faintly visible.

This is a forbidden zone in the eyes of ordinary people.

Dense fog, invisible poisonous miasma, and swamps where one can easily sink if not careful—there is no space for normal people to live.

"Whoa!"

Karl gently pulled on the reins and jumped off the vehicle.

Inside the carriage, Hiber's body was visibly stiff, and his consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion.

Because she had been in the ice for a long time, her skin had large areas of frostbite, and her long hair was covered with white frost.

It resembles an exquisite ice sculpture, which would shatter at the slightest touch.

The vibrant life force of the past is long gone, and the flame of life is so weak that a gentle breeze can easily extinguish it.

"Senior sister."

Karl lifted the carriage curtain and spoke:

"Wheel carriages can't get into the Black Swamp; we'll have to ride horses, and we might even have to walk a distance."

"..." Sibel struggled to open her eyes, her lips trembling:

"it is good."

Her voice was barely audible; if Karl hadn't had such good hearing, he wouldn't have even heard her speak.

die,

He was getting closer and closer to her.

Death may already be by her side, just waiting for the last embers of her life to burn out so it can wield its scythe and reap the souls of the dead.

Karl chose the stronger of the two horses pulling the carriage, picked up Hibel, and leaped onto its back.

"drive!"

The horses pawed forward and plunged into the thick fog.

The Black Swamp is a vast swampy area, dotted with a few sturdy islands.

The Swamp Alliance's base is located on the largest "isolated island".

In order to form an alliance, the grey-robed wizard Addison sent out invitations to wizards throughout the Kingdom of Gondor.

Therefore, entering the base was easy.

but,

A piece of news shocked Carl on the spot.

"Our mentor is dead?"

"Yes."

The person in charge of receiving Carl was Arthur, a senior wizard apprentice, who, according to him, had a good relationship with Adolf.

The two were old friends.

"Adolf made a great contribution to the Alliance's expansion into the Black Swamp, and in return, he obtained a potion of Grimm from the Grey Wizard."

Arthur explained:

"After obtaining the Green Potion, Adolf chose to go into seclusion to break through without notifying anyone."

"pity……"

He sighed:

"The breakthrough failed, and he himself suffered a backlash from the astral energy, causing his head to explode and leaving not even a fragment of his soul behind."

"..." Carl opened his mouth:

"When did this happen?"

"It seems like it's been almost two months." Arthur looked up and silently calculated the time:

"It's definitely two months!"

"Didn't anyone notify you?"

"No." Karl's face was grim.

"Nobody has said this."

The timing is wrong!

Tim had texted Hibbel a little over a month ago, but there was no mention of Tiafoe's death.

Would the other person forget something so important?

"Karl!" Tim, dressed in a wizard's robe, rushed over, beads of sweat still on his forehead.

"When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Just arrived." Carl asked, frowning.

Why didn't you inform us of our advisor's passing?

"Mentor?" Tim raised an eyebrow, not answering the question directly, but instead correcting him seriously:

"Karl, there's something wrong with how you address him. Your mentor has met with you less than three times and hasn't formally accepted you as his disciple."

You can only address him as "teacher"!

"Ahem..." At this moment, Arthur coughed twice and interjected:

"According to the custom among wizards, if no will is made in advance, after the wizard dies, his estate will be divided among his apprentices. They must be formal apprentices; those who have only studied under him do not count."

In the wizarding world, the relationship between master and apprentice far surpasses that of blood relatives.

After all, apprentices inherit the wizarding path of their predecessors, while ordinary people who possess wizarding knowledge will only bring disaster.

In a formal master-disciple relationship, the title is not "teacher" but "mentor".

If Karl addresses Adolf as "teacher," it means he is not entitled to inherit the estate.

"teacher?"

Carl seemed to have guessed something, but he couldn't grasp that fleeting inspiration and subconsciously said:

"My mentor has already accepted me as his student, and there are letters to prove it. You must know that, Tim."

"I really don't know," Tim scoffed.

"Forging letters isn't difficult, and the professor has passed away. Do you really think he wrote them just because you say so?"

Adolf passed away two months ago!

Tim sent a message to Mutan City to pick up the person!

Encountering assassins in Mutan City!

apprentice!

In an instant, everything connected, and all the doubts and questions were explained.

"..." Karl stared directly at the other person and suddenly spoke:

"So it was you who hired the assassins! You wanted to kill us and then seize the legacy left by our mentor for yourself!"

"What did you say?" Tim's eyes flickered, a hint of panic flashing across his face, before he angrily denied it.

"I have no idea what an assassin is!"

"Don't know?" Karl stepped forward, looking directly at the other person:

"You deliberately kept quiet about our mentor's passing, but instead sent us to Mutan City to fetch a younger member of our mentor's family."

"Coincidentally, we were attacked by assassins there, and my senior sister and I...were almost killed!"

The thought of what happened back then ignited a fire of anger within Karl, causing him to clench his fists.

He had never been so close to death!

"What do you want to do?"

Tim took a step back, his body radiating a magical aura:

"Going to Mutan City to pick up people was originally my mentor's arrangement. As for not telling you that my mentor had passed away, it's just because I had a lot of things to do. It's not too late to tell you after Sibel arrives."

"Telling it on the way will only make my junior sister and master's wife sad."

"Bullshit!" Karl stepped forward:

"You just want to keep all of our mentor's inheritance for yourself, otherwise, what a coincidence that an assassin would have tried to kill us?"

"pity……"

"Didn't you consider that if the assassination failed, my senior sister and I would end up in the Black Swamp?"

"Nonsense!" Tim roared.

"Your assassination attempt has nothing to do with me. Who knows if you've offended anyone outside?"

"besides……"

"You're not even the mentor's student!"

"No?" Karl asked.

"There are letters from teachers as proof, and senior female students as proof."

"Letters can be forged, as for Sybil..." Tim looked at Sybil lying on the ground, a cold smile on his face:

"You want her to stand up and speak?"

Hibel lay to the side, her consciousness hazy, her breath weak, and she was unable to speak at all.

Even if you manage to say a word or two, the other party can deny it by saying your pronunciation is unclear.

"Senior Arthur," Karl turned his head and asked.

"My senior sister has been poisoned. I wonder if the Swamp Alliance can cure her?"

"This girl practiced the zero-level spell of poison immunity, yet she was still poisoned," Arthur sighed.

"This poison is difficult to cure."

"It's the secretion of the Spiral Spirit Snail." There were not only a few of them in the room, but also some onlookers.

One of them, wearing a pointed wizard's hat and holding a long wand, squinted at us and said:

"The Whirlwind Snail is a special magical creature; I've heard that the Hand of Shadows has specially bred a few."

"Oh!" Arthur nodded.

"Joyce, you have such broad knowledge."

"Sir," Karl stepped forward and asked,

"Can it be solved?"

"There's a chance to solve it." Joyce nodded slowly.

"The blood of the dead raven can neutralize this toxin, and the Swamp Alliance can also purchase this material."

"only……"

"It requires forty or fifty magic stones!"

The Death Raven is also a magical creature, rare in number, and killing it for its blood certainly won't be cheap.

"Forty or fifty magic stones?" Karl's expression changed slightly; all the things he had on him might not be worth that much.

Well……

The 'Guna' armor is worth a lot of magic stones, but it's something he uses to protect himself, so he can't sell it.

"My senior sister is the mentor's disciple, so she is entitled to inherit the mentor's estate. Once she inherits the estate, buying the materials will not be a problem."

"Senior Arthur."

Karl opened his mouth:

"I demand a share of the inheritance. I want to use the inheritance that my senior sister is entitled to to buy the antidote. Once she regains consciousness, she will prove to me that I am the mentor's disciple, and then all the problems will be solved."

"No!" Tim interrupted Arthur before he could speak.

"My mentor's estate has not been fully inventoried yet. I still have some finishing work to do. It will be divided in seven days."

seven days?

Given Shibel's current condition, it's uncertain whether she can even survive seven hours, let alone seven days.

"Tim!"

Karl's face was grim:

"Do you still dare to say you have nothing to do with the assassination?"

"You knew perfectly well that your senior sister couldn't last seven days, but you just wanted her to die so you could monopolize your mentor's inheritance."

"Nonsense!" Tim raised his head, his expression unchanged.

"I'm just following the rules, and nobody can say I'm wrong!"

The two were arguing so fiercely that they attracted a lot of onlookers, and there was no shortage of discussion among them.

In fact, everyone knows very well.

Tim has a problem!

But the key issue is that there is no evidence, and as he said, if you follow the rules, no one can say that you are wrong.

The person now eligible to inherit Adolf's estate is in a coma, and the eligibility of another person is being questioned.

The situation is almost unsolvable!

Seeing Karl's ashen face, Tim smiled smugly and slowly straightened up.

So what if the assassination fails?

If he can outlive Hibel, the inheritance will also be his.

As for Karl...

An apprentice who has only been in the wizarding world for a little over a year will have plenty of ways to deal with this later.

"Gentlemen!"

Carl took a deep breath and looked around:

"Is there anyone willing to donate forty or fifty magic stones to buy an antidote for my senior sister? Once she recovers and inherits the estate, I will definitely repay her double!"

Tim's expression changed.

"Heh..." Someone in the arena chuckled softly.

"Forty or fifty magic stones. What if she doesn't want to return them after she wakes up? Can you make that decision for her?"

"good!"

"yes!"

"..."

The profit from doubling the return is substantial enough, but you need to be confident in your ability to achieve it.

Most people in the wizarding world are cold-hearted, and no one wants to deliberately invite trouble upon themselves.

Just like now.

They all knew Tim had a problem, but no one was willing to step forward; they were all just watching the show.

"rest assured!"

Karl spoke in a deep voice:

"My senior sister isn't that kind of person. Besides, once she regains consciousness, she'll prove that I'm also a disciple of Master Adolf and am equally entitled to a share of the inheritance."

"If she won't pay it back, I will!"

"I can write a document, using my rightful share of the inheritance as collateral, to ensure your proceeds."

"It's not that simple." At that moment, a lazy voice rang out, and Anslot, dressed in a white robe, slowly walked out from the crowd.

He nodded to Tim first before saying:

"The blood of the dead crow can indeed neutralize the secretions of the swirling snail, but it depends on the situation."

"If it's a recent poisoning, it's easy to treat."

"But this intermediate wizard apprentice has been poisoned for three days, and the toxin has penetrated deep into his body. Even the blood of the dead crow might not be effective."

"Everyone..."

He looked around and said:

"If you are willing to give up magic stones, you may very well lose everything and not receive any reward."

Upon hearing this, those who had been somewhat interested hesitated and shook their heads, withdrawing their plans.

Forty or fifty magic stones—that's all most intermediate wizard apprentices accumulate in a lifetime.

Who would dare to take the risk?

And it will offend people.

Karl's face was grim:

"Who are you?"

"Anslot." Anslot placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly in greeting.

"The disciple of the wizard Maya."

Maiya?

One of the three official wizards in the alliance!

"Karl." Seeing no response, Tim wore a smug smile.

"You seem to have forgotten who brought you into the wizarding world, and this is how you repay me?"

His voice deepened:

"You haven't even completed a single zero-ring spell, yet you dare to question a mid-level wizard apprentice."

"You even dare to dream of taking what doesn't belong to you!"

"You're so big..."

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of light shot towards him at lightning speed.

Arcane Missiles!

Tim's eyes narrowed, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air, enveloping the arcane missile and rapidly dissolving it.

"Who says I can't do zero-ring sorcery?"

Karl's face contorted with rage, his anger barely contained.

"Tim!"

"You despicable and shameless scoundrel, you hired assassins to kill me and my senior sister, who are also heirs to our mentor's estate."

"I……"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing that all hope of saving Hibel had vanished, and that the criminal who hired the killer was able to go unpunished, Karl gripped the hilt of his sword with one hand and charged forward.

"What do you want to do?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"This is the Swamp Alliance camp, not your home."

"stop!"

"Stop!"

"..."

Arthur and his fellow wizard apprentices tried to stop him, and various magical halos lit up, causing Karl to pause in his tracks.

"Tim!"

He roared in "grief and indignation," angrily throwing away his right glove, seemingly having lost his mind:

"In the name of the nobility, I challenge you to a duel. If I lose, I will take Sybel away and never appear before you again."

"If you lose..."

"Restore my status as my mentor's disciple, and also give me your share of the inheritance that is rightfully yours."

"Tim!"

Carl glared at the other party:

"You despicable, shameless, insidious, and vicious scoundrel, do you dare to challenge me to a duel?"

"..." Tim's face darkened. He was a respected wizard apprentice, and when had he ever been insulted like this?

And it was repeated three times!

Rising anger, he couldn't help but let out a cold smile:

"Karl".

"As you wish!"

"I will personally twist your head off in the duel, just as I personally led you into the wizarding world!"

Anslot, standing to the side, frowned instinctively.

In his opinion, Tim was clearly acting impulsively and there was no need to pay any attention to the other party's provocation.

All that's needed is for Hibel to die, and Adolf's inheritance will fall into his hands.

duel,

This adds another unexpected turn of events.

but……

Whatever!

A novice wizard apprentice who only knows one zero-ring spell cannot possibly be a match for Tim.

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A duel between wizards is already extremely rare, let alone one that involves Adolf's legacy.

News of the showdown between Karl and Tim spread quickly throughout the Swamp League.

Not long after.

The dueling arena was immediately surrounded by onlookers.

"Tim, be careful," Anslot whispered.

"I had a friend observe that man named Karl. He is actually a knight, but he has concealed his life force in some way."

"oh!"

Tim raised an eyebrow:

"Yeah?"

"Unexpectedly, in just over a year, he not only mastered witchcraft but also kept up with his knightly training."

When the two first met, the other was just an insignificant knight's squire.

"Um."

Anslow's head:

"He probably knew you didn't know he had become a knight, which is why he provoked you into a duel."

"A knight making a sudden attack at close range does indeed have a chance to defeat a mid-level wizard apprentice."

A wizard's apprentice's strength lies in mystical magic rather than physical strength.

Faced with a sudden attack, one might be struck in a vital spot before even being prepared with witchcraft.

Just like an assassin!

Just like Hilbert!

"Heh..." Tim sneered.

"Even beautiful dreams eventually come to an end. Since I have agreed to the duel, I will not be careless and let him succeed."

"knight?"

"I'll make him understand the consequences of provoking me!"

…………

Carl found a soft chair, held Sybil and let her lie down on it. Just as he was about to leave, his sleeve was suddenly tightened.

"Senior sister."

He turned around and looked at him with slight surprise:

"You're awake."

"Karl..." Sibel's voice was weak and feeble, her cloudy eyes filled with endless pain.

"Walk!"

"Don't... compare..."

Although she was poisoned, she did not completely lose consciousness and was still aware of her surroundings.

He even overheard Karl and Tim arguing.

"I can't take it anymore..."

Hiberfer opened his mouth:

"Get out!"

"Hurry up!"

For the past three days, she has suffered greatly from the poison, experiencing a living hell.

Having arrived in the Black Swamp full of hope, only to hear of his mentor's death and suffer Tim's betrayal, he is now filled with despair.

Compared to Tim hiring a hitman, Carl's unwavering loyalty is far more commendable, making one inevitably feel grateful to him.

Now that the other party is actually willing to duel with Tim for his sake, Hibel's heart is filled with excitement.

She didn't want Karl to die because of her.

In Hiber's view, Karl had no chance of winning at all, and the so-called duel was nothing more than courting death.

"Senior sister, you should rest well and not think about anything."

Carl grasped the other's hand and said slowly:

"I will bring you the antidote."

"Go to sleep!"

He had finally managed to provoke his opponent into agreeing to a duel, and the stakes were related to Adolf's inheritance, so how could he possibly back down halfway? He straightened his back, took off the sword from his waist, and stepped into the dueling arena that had been temporarily set up using witchcraft.

The area is over 200 square meters, with each side standing on one side, more than ten meters apart.

"bring it on!"

Tim stared at Karl with a cold smile, and the staff in his hand glowed, with a stream of water appearing out of thin air.

Duels between knights are generally used to uphold an insulted honor and are governed by certain rules.

However, the two clearly did not intend to pay attention to those so-called rules.

Let's get started!

"Bang!"

The ground trembled.

Karl transformed into a blur and lunged at the opposite side.

Combat Technique - Eagle Strike!

Combat Technique - Gale Slash!

More than ten afterimages spread across the area in an instant, like a curtain of swords, descending from the sky and slashing fiercely at Tim.

"knight?"

Tim raised an eyebrow:

"You've really become a knight!"

"but……"

"So what?"

Zero-level magic - Azure Wave Protection!

The water spun rapidly, instantly transforming into a giant water sphere that completely enveloped Tim.

"Bang!"

The sword's shadow landed on the water sphere, immediately creating ripples.

The water rippled.

The figures inside were completely unharmed.

His vision was obscured by the shadows of swords, rendering him unable to see, yet Tim remained calm and showed no sign of tension, even saying:

"Among the natural school and elemental wizards, the water element has the strongest defense. Unless you are a great knight, you can forget about breaking through the Azure Wave Guardian's defense."

"you……"

"Why should you beat me?"

Before he could finish speaking, his heart suddenly tightened.

"Tim, watch out!"

Tim heard his friend Anslot's exclamation from below the stage. Tim subconsciously looked up and saw a giant hammer appear out of thin air.

Titan's Hammer!

Ask for collection!

(End of this chapter)