Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 84 The Inheritance Gift Package (Please add to your favorites)

madness!

greedy!

Madness!

arrogant!

Tim's response was not unexpected by Carl; on the contrary, it was exactly what he expected.

Given the opponent's personality, they certainly wouldn't want a quick victory; instead, they would slowly torment their opponent to achieve their own satisfaction.

pity……

This personality trait doomed him to failure.

Titan's Hammer is slow to activate and cannot be repositioned once activated, making it only suitable for attacking stationary targets.

Tim, who wanted to show off and demonstrate his power, was exactly what was needed.

Using combat techniques to obscure the opponent's vision while simultaneously activating the demonized items, the process proceeded unexpectedly smoothly.

"boom!"

The giant hammer crashed down, causing the arena ground to tremble violently and the defensive water sphere to shatter instantly.

"Bang!"

Tim's knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, intense pain flooding his senses, and panic showed in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Carl did not stop there.

A broadsword swept across.

The water that landed in front of him suddenly exploded, and the force of the burst made Karl's body freeze, and his sword involuntarily shifted.

Taking this opportunity, Tim's staff lit up again.

Water mist spell!

The mist surged up rapidly, instantly enveloping the entire dueling arena, and his figure vanished in the process.

Wizards are not good at tempering their physical bodies, but their powerful mental strength can ensure precise control over their bodies.

That is...

Very flexible!

The dense fog created by the water mist spell can not only obscure a person's vision but also distort their senses, giving him enough time to escape.

Damn it!

How did he acquire such a powerful demonic artifact?

Blood trickled from Tim's mouth, and he felt a surge of resentment. If he were to be struck again, he would surely be dead.

That hammer blow was comparable to a great knight's all-out effort.

A mid-level wizard apprentice can easily deal with knights, but he doesn't stand much of a chance against a grand knight.

"Ahem!"

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which seemed to contain fragments of internal organs.

Tim's vision went black, but he dared not linger in place, and he tiptoed silently to move his position.

"die!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Tim stood still again, his eyes hardening, and his staff shone brightly as he unleashed a barrage of water arrows.

Zero-level sorcery - Multiple Water Arrows!

The surrounding water elemental transformed into sharp arrows, which flew erratically in all directions with Tim at the center.

In an instant, it swept across the entire dueling arena.

"call……"

After unleashing the multiple water jets, Tim was visibly exhausted, and his body was trembling slightly.

However, such an attack is enough to seriously injure a knight, no matter where the opponent hides.

Zero-Circle Sorcery - Lesser Mage's Hand!

"Karl".

Tim gritted his teeth and growled:

"I told you, I would personally twist your head off, just like I personally led you into the wizarding world."

"Where are you?"

"Now, it's my turn!"

The lesser mage's hand slowly opened in front of him, and invisible power gathered, probing forward.

The large hand seemed eager to seize its target.

The water mist spell will obscure the vision of others, but it will not affect the caster's perception; in fact, it may even slightly amplify it.

Therefore,

Tim easily "saw" Carl's figure.

"Are you looking for me?"

A calm, indifferent, and emotionless voice sounded from behind, and a huge figure, nearly four meters tall, loomed over Tim like a low mountain.

Secret Technique - Giant Form!

An invisible pressure made Tim tremble. He slowly turned around and looked at the person who had come in with a look of horror.

What is this?

"call……"

Karl stretched out his five fingers and clenched his fist downwards.

The Lesser Mage's Hand was like a balloon that could be easily popped in front of him, squeezed and burst open.

A firm handshake.

"Bang!"

Tim's head was held in his palm, and his body instinctively struggled, but to no avail.

"Twist off my head?"

Karl gave a cold smile:

"Like this?"

With force exerted by all five fingers, the wrist is gently twisted.

With a series of cracking sounds as bones and muscles snapped, he twisted a head off.

"Bang!"

With a loosening of his grip, his head fell to the ground.

Tim, with his long hair disheveled and eyes wide open, seemed unwilling to believe his defeat even in death.

"call……"

A gentle breeze blew by, quietly dispersing the mist that filled the dueling arena, bringing silence to the onlookers.

died!

Tim is the one who died!

A mid-level wizard apprentice died at the hands of a knight!

Karl, now back to his normal size, stood to one side, his clothes torn, his face calm and indifferent.

It was completely different from the anger before the duel.

Tim, who had previously seemed certain of victory, was now decapitated, with blood gushing from his neck.

"Always be humble, never be careless. Human life is only once, and so is that of a wizard."

Arthur's gaze was complicated as he nodded to Karl.

"Congratulations, Adolf's disciple, you have won this duel."

According to the agreement made before the duel, if Karl wins, he will gain recognition as Adolf's disciple and the inheritance that should belong to Tim.

only……

Before this, no one thought he could win, and naturally no one paid attention to these agreements.

The result was unexpected.

The fact that a knight defeated a mid-level wizard apprentice caused a stir among the wizard apprentices.

"A knight cannot defeat a mid-level wizard apprentice!"

"Don't forget, he's still a junior wizard apprentice, and he has a powerful enchanted item."

"That's right!"

"A knight alone can't win, but adding other elements changes things."

"In short, Tim was far too careless!"

"Always be humble!"

……

They were unwilling to believe Tim's failure, and even more unwilling to believe that a wizard apprentice could be inferior to a knight.

Fortunately, an excuse is easy to find.

Karl's victory was clearly due to the enchanted item he activated at the beginning.

"Senior Arthur."

Ignoring the commotion in the hall, Karl bowed:

"I request a share of my mentor's legacy."

"No problem." Arthur nodded, glancing at Sybil, who had already fainted due to the intense emotional turmoil, and said:

"Adolf's legacy is on his island, and the grey-robed wizard has the key to the island."

islands?

key?

Karl's eyes flickered slightly.

…………

Black Swamp

True to its name.

Various strange and grotesque trees stretched their branches toward the sky, blocking out the sunlight and making the area below pitch black.

The swamps are ubiquitous natural traps; once you fall in, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Even a knight can easily lose his life if he's not careful.

Not to mention the invisible miasma and dangerous magical creatures, which make the Black Swamp a forbidden zone for humans.

Only wizards who seek mysterious knowledge and explore the unknown would choose to settle in such a place.

To facilitate passage through this area, the wizards developed a wooden boat that allowed them to navigate the swamp without fear.

"Whoosh!"

The wind propelled the wooden boat swiftly through the swamp.

"Deep within the Black Swamp lies a poisonous miasma that even wizards find difficult to resist, severely hindering our exploration progress."

Arthur began to explain:

"It was Adolf who deciphered this poisonous miasma, developed a targeted antidote, and helped the Grey Wizard perfect a spell."

"This greatly increases the progress of exploring the Black Swamp."

He flicked his arm, and the wooden boat veered forward, turning to charge, continuing as he spoke:

"He did a great job, which earned him an island and six years of work in exploring the Black Swamp."

"And they even got a dose of Green Potion!"

At this point, Arthur gently shook his head, his voice tinged with emotion:

"Sometimes it's really hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse. Adolf wouldn't have died if it weren't for that Grimm's potion."

"Yes!" Carl sighed.

"I thought my mentor would become a full-fledged wizard."

"A formal wizard?" Arthur shook his head.

"It's difficult!"

"The Kingdom of Gondor has no shortage of advanced wizard apprentices, but how many fully-fledged wizards are there in total?"

"You know, a fully-fledged wizard can be two or three hundred years old!"

In other words, in the Kingdom of Gondor, it might take decades for a single official wizard to be born.

The chances are incredibly slim.

"arrive!"

Arthur spoke, and the wooden boat docked at the "shore".

Karl followed the other person off the ship and came to a flat area, looking ahead in the direction they were being directed.

"That's the grey-robed wizard!"

In the distance, poisonous miasma swirled, obscuring the view, with only a towering tree standing vaguely visible among it.

Grey-robed wizard?

where?

Karl looked puzzled.

next moment.

"call……"

The poisonous miasma within a radius of about a mile suddenly began to stir, rushing rapidly towards the towering tree in the center.

In just a few breaths, the air became clear.

Followed by.

The towering tree swayed its branches, releasing mist; the whole process was like a giant filter filtering out toxic miasma.

"Second-Circle Spell - Tree Incarnation!"

Arthur said:

"The gray-robed wizard advanced to the second level because of this spell. It is said that he obtained the seed of a legendary plant in his early years, which is why he has progressed so smoothly. Moreover, this spell has greatly extended his lifespan."

"..." Karl opened his mouth, his voice hoarse:

"You mean, that giant tree is the Grey-Robed Wizard?"

"Yes."

Arthur nodded.

"Rumble..."

The earthquake trembled.

The giant tree, at least a hundred meters tall and requiring more than a dozen people to encircle, swayed and gradually shrank in Karl's astonished gaze.

Ultimately, defying the laws of physics, he transformed into a gaunt old man in a gray robe, stepping through the void to stand before the two.

The old man was unremarkable in appearance, but the terrifying pressure emanating from the giant tree remained.

A vast expanse of life!

A bottomless mental fluctuation!

terror!

huge!

The oppressive force of that superior being, originating from the depths of their bloodline, caused Karl and the other to subconsciously lower their heads.

Legendary Knight?

Faced with such an existence, even the most powerful legendary knight would probably not be able to muster the will to resist.

Addison, the grey-robed wizard.

Second Ring Wizard!

The founder of the Swamp Alliance.

"Respected, great grey-robed wizard."

Arthur's voice was solemn as he said:

"I have brought Adolf's disciple with me. He requests to inherit his mentor's legacy. Please grant me permission."

"Adolf." Unlike his enormous size just now, the gray-robed wizard Addison's voice was surprisingly gentle and approachable.

"He's a genius in pharmacy, who would have thought..."

shook his head.

He gently flicked his sleeve, and a palm-sized pure gold key slowly floated to Karl's front.

"Young man, your life force has great potential; perhaps the path of a knight is truly suited for you."

"pity!"

Addison looked up at the sky:

"The radiance of the gods here is so dazzling that no demigod has been born for countless years."

Demigod?

Is the path of a knight's journey culminating in demigodhood?

Carl, puzzled, reached out and took the key.

As for the fact that one's method of concealing one's aura was seen through by the other party, that's perfectly normal.

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The Black Swamp is vast, dotted with a few islands that can be inhabited.

Owning an island is, to some extent, a symbol of status.

Aside from formal wizards, only six advanced wizard apprentices currently own islands, and Adolf is one of them.

Each of them has made a huge contribution to the league.

So far, the poisonous miasma around the Black Swamp has been mostly cleared, but some residual miasma remains near each island.

This poisonous miasma is a headache even for wizards.

It can serve as a natural defense mechanism.

"Buzz..."

The key given by the grey-robed wizard emitted a soft light, clearing away the poisonous miasma and revealing a passable path.

Several people walked slowly into it.

This is a small island, about a mile in circumference.

High in the south and low in the north.

Because no one takes care of it, the island is overgrown with all kinds of weeds and beech trees, with dead branches and rotten leaves everywhere, and there is only one simple two-story building.

"There are some witchcraft traps set by Adolf on the island, but not many. You'll have to deal with them slowly."

Arthur produced a contract:

"According to the agreement you yourselves reached, Adolf's estate is divided into three parts, with Karl owning two of them."

"Hibel has a share."

"Well……"

He paused slightly:

"You still owe the Alliance forty-three magic stones. You'd better settle the debt as soon as possible, or you'll incur interest."

Hibel nodded.

After Karl's victory, she received timely medical treatment to remove the toxins from her body, but she had not yet fully recovered from her exhaustion.

"Some heritage alliances have helped with the inventory, while others are not so convenient, and you will need to discuss it yourselves."

Arthur carefully put away the contract and bowed.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. If you have any questions, you can find me at the base."

He gave a wry smile as he spoke:

"I'm not even as good as you; I don't have a separate island to live on."

"Thank you for your trouble, senior." Karl bowed.

"I'll take you there."

After seeing Arthur off, when they returned to Adolf's cabin, Hibel had already taken stock of the estate.

Compared to Karl, she was clearly more familiar with Adolf's collecting habits.

"Enchanted items, witchcraft, various books, as well as magic stones, gold coins, and various materials for brewing potions."

"There are seventy-two magic stones in total. If you don't need them urgently, I'll take fifty of them first."

"The excess will be compensated from other sources."

She needs to pay off her debts, and she also needs medicine to replenish her body afterward, so she is short of magic stones in the short term.

Carl had no objection.

He was more concerned with other things.

"Witchcraft and books can be copied and reproduced, so theoretically everyone should have the same amount. It's not a case of me getting two and you getting one, and I getting 80% of the rest, plus having priority in choosing," Karl said.

"You don't have any objections, do you?"

Hiber frowned.

"Karl!"

She sighed and said:

"You saved my life, and I'm very grateful, but what you're doing makes my gratitude uncomfortable."

"Let's stick to the facts." Carl's expression remained unchanged.

"I won't take advantage of you, senior sister, but I also won't give away what I deserve."

"..." Hibel's eyebrows drooped slightly:

"All right!"

"Furthermore," Karl continued:

"Tim's staff and his possessions are my spoils and will not be divided with my mentor's estate."

"Also, this island is part of the heritage site, so I want to own two-thirds of it."

"Of course." Hibel shrugged.

"Is there anything else?"

"That's all for now." Karl thought for a moment:

"I'll talk about it later when I think of something."

Hibel was speechless.

She received care and help from Carl when she was most helpless, and in the end, he saved her life in a life-or-death battle. Her gratitude gradually turned into a special emotion.

When this emotion becomes entangled with interests, she feels extremely resistant, even disgusted.

How could this happen?

It's nothing like I imagined!

Looking at Carl's serious and calculating face, Hibel's expression turned cold, and she sat back in her chair, pouting.

It was clearly not a pleasant experience.

Karl pretended not to notice and said somewhat impatiently:

"If everything is alright, then let's divide the inheritance."

Adolf's most important legacy is, of course, "Gina".

A magical servant created by a formal wizard, a woman whose soul is imprisoned in a painting frame.

Gina knows everything about Adolf and is a competent housekeeper, except that she cannot move.

Given the authority, she can even manipulate witchcraft traps.

Having managed the library for many years, he can answer some questions about the knowledge contained in the books, saving you the trouble of flipping through them.

"so……"

The woman in the painting, Gina, looks at Karl and speaks with a smile:

"So you're my new master?"

"I still remember when we met more than a year ago, you looked so young and inexperienced, it's really hard to believe..."

Tim, Sybil, and Adolf's former apprentices—she wondered who her new master would be.

But I didn't expect it to be Carl.

The woman in the painting extends her hand respectfully and says:

"New master, please channel your spiritual power into the picture frame."

"Um."

Karl stepped forward, followed the instructions in sequence, and casually asked:

"Gina, do you have a real life?"

"..." Gina shrugged.

"Unfortunately, no."

"I have no memories of my past life, I don't know the feeling of sadness or the taste of love, I'm just an empty soul."

She smiled, showing no sign of sadness.

Do not!

She didn't feel sad at all.

Besides the woman Gina in the painting, Adolf also has a wizard's robe, a pendant, and a bracelet.

They're all corrupted items!

The wizard's robe is blessed by elemental spirits, and wearing it provides a certain boost to casting nature-based magic.

The pendant can slightly increase mental strength.

The bracelet is imbued with the zero-level sorcery—Water Vortex.

After some discussion, Karl received the wizard's robe and pendant, while Sybil received the bracelet.

The reason for not choosing bracelets is that Karl's size sometimes increases, and the bracelets would break if he did.

He has already taken care of the hassle of having to take off the ring every time he transforms.

Wizard robes also have this problem, but it can be improved by incorporating flexible magical materials.

Put on a wizard's robe and wear a pendant.

Karl could clearly feel the improvement in his strength.

Increase by at least 30%!

Arcane Missiles were effective against knights' squires, but their power was too ordinary against knights.

just now.

Arcane missiles can also severely injure a knight.

Relying solely on the methods of a wizard, he now has some confidence in confronting a great knight head-on.

The Thunder Spear is an exception.

Including the woman in the painting, 'Gina'.

Karl received a total of three enchanted items, twenty-two magic stones, more than 1,700 gold coins, hundreds of books, and some materials for making potions.

As for witchcraft...

"Two lineages!"

Adolf possesses two first-level spells, meaning he can advance to become a wizard by choosing one of them.

These are Poison Mist and Tidal Power.

The Poison Mist spell consists of four zero-ring spells: Acid Splash, Death Cloud, Poisoning, and Spread.

Hibel is clearly taking this path.

The power of the tides is composed of three zero-ring spells: Azure Wave Protection, Multiple Water Arrows, and Water Vortex.

Adolf and Tim are following this path.

Unlike the lineage Robert received, these two lineages are complete, with no missing parts.

"Although the Poison Mist spell is composed of four zero-ring spells, it can be trained faster by using external aids."

"In first-circle sorcery, the Poison Mist spell is powerful but easily countered and has many inconveniences."

Karl rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

"The power of tides is more complex and more difficult to cultivate!"

Once the Poison Mist Technique is mastered, it will unleash a highly poisonous mist, similar to the poisonous miasma of the Black Swamp.

Even a legendary knight, if shrouded in poisonous fog, will turn into a pile of bones.

The key is,

This witchcraft is indiscriminate; it will not harm the caster, but anyone caught in its influence will be threatened.

The power of the tides can be used for both offense and defense, and can be changed at will; its pure destructive power is also considerable.

"The power of the tides!"

After a brief period of thought, Karl determined his next direction in his spiritual practice.

Primarily focused on bloodline wizardry, supplemented by tidal power, while also maintaining the cultivation of the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.

As for why bloodline wizards are preferred...

The otherworld is rich in magical creatures and legendary beings, a natural and untapped treasure trove. It would be truly foolish not to follow the path of a bloodline wizard.

"It's out!"

Straightening up, Karl stretched his limbs and a smile appeared on his face.

Magic Stone!

gold!

Demonized Weapons!

The legacy of witchcraft!

Even the place of residence...

It's like getting rich overnight!

The savings that an ordinary intermediate wizard apprentice would accumulate in a lifetime without eating or drinking are now in his hands, equivalent to saving countless years of accumulated wealth.

"Although it is regrettable that Adolf suffered such a tragedy, I can now understand why some people wish their mentor would pass away sooner."

Two days later.

night.

"Karl".

Hiber came to visit.

It was clear that she had just taken a bath; her long hair was still damp, and she exuded a faint fragrance.

She also changed into a looser set of clothes.

"The moonlight is lovely tonight, shall we celebrate?" Hibel approached slowly, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"We've been on edge these past few days, and both of us deserve a good night's rest."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to him.

Karl wasn't a naive teenager; he clearly understood what the other party's attitude meant, and a slight hesitation appeared on his face.

"Your body..."

"It's alright," Hibel chuckled.

"I've almost fully recovered, and today I even brought some help."

As he spoke, he waved to the beautiful figure outside the door.

"Come in quickly!"

…………

Silent all night.

The next day, when Karl opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by emptiness, with only a faint fragrance lingering in the air. After a moment of reflection, he stepped into the fragment of the divine realm.

Port of Freedom.

"Susan."

Karl, dressed in a leather long coat, walked into the shop and greeted the beautiful shop owner who was busy inside:

"I heard the Chamber of Commerce just captured a powerful sea creature?"

"Yes."

Susan looked up upon hearing this:

"What's wrong?"

"You're interested?"

"Of course," Karl laughed.

"Take me to see it."

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