Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 87 "Gamp's Metamorphosis Method"

Chapter 87 "Gamp's Metamorphosis Method" (Please add to your favorites)

We've already recruited sailors to catch the water monkeys, and now we just have to wait for the harvest. That puts my mind at ease.

a few days later.

Swamp Alliance.

Karl and Hibel arrived one after the other in front of a three-story tavern at the Alliance headquarters.

Hibel's face was filled with excitement as he spoke:

"Modi Li and Omar possess the talent of a level two wizard. At such a young age, they are already intermediate wizard apprentices. In less than two years, they will become advanced wizard apprentices, and they may even become wizards in the future."

She turned her head to look:

"If you can build a good relationship with them, it will be very beneficial in the future."

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"Will Lawson and Hattie be coming too?"

"Yes." Hibel pulled him into the restaurant, saying:

"There are a few friends here. Don't be so formal. It's just a private gathering of young people."

Leopard Head Tavern is owned by a high-ranking wizard apprentice. The recipe for the spirit sold there is said to come from the legendary dwarves and has the effect of increasing mental strength.

of course,

The price will definitely not be cheap.

Unlike the taverns in Signoria, the atmosphere here is quieter and the ambiance is more elegant.

Exquisite murals adorn the walls, and the wooden tables, chairs, and cabinets gleam warmly under the dim light. The subtle aroma of wine and wood fills the air, creating a delightful and refreshing atmosphere.

Guests removed their hats and loosened their robes, chatting quietly or raising their glasses to drink, without disturbing each other.

In the corner, there was even a bard, gently playing his harp, adding a touch of romance.

The two went straight up to the third floor and arrived at a private room.

There were already quite a few guests in the private room. A man and a woman were sitting at the head of the table; they were the Mordiri and Omar that Sybil had mentioned.

Two intermediate wizard apprentices with second-level wizarding talent.

Mordiri's mentor was a certified wizard and one of the four founders of the Swamp Alliance.

He had striking features and a majestic appearance. Even in simple casual clothes, he couldn't hide his air of nobility.

Omar had a gentle demeanor, always wearing a faint smile, and spoke in a calm and easy-going voice.

Her mentor was just a mid-level wizard apprentice who was lucky enough to have such a talented disciple.

The disciple's strength has now surpassed that of his mentor.

"Hibel".

Omar smiled and waved:

"Come and sit down, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Omar." Hibel gestured with her hand:

"This is my junior brother, Karl. You should have heard of him. Karl, this is Omar, and this is Mordiri..."

"Of course I've heard of it." Omar smiled.

"The news that a junior wizard apprentice defeated a mid-level wizard apprentice in a duel has spread throughout the Swamp Alliance."

"Hibelle..."

"For you, Karl was willing to risk his life to duel someone; that's truly admirable."

The others nodded in agreement, casting curious glances at Karl.

"It's alright." Hibel chuckled dryly upon hearing this.

"fine."

Most people who heard this story believed that her relationship with Karl was more than just that of senior and junior classmates.

They must be a loving couple.

No wonder others thought that way; after being rescued, Hibel herself also believed that Karl had feelings for her.

how...

"Some people are just incredibly dense!"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Karl.

"Hello, Miss Omar. I'm Mordiri's wizard apprentice. It's a pleasure to meet you." Karl bowed to the two of them.

He hadn't expected that, having only been in the Swamp Alliance for a short time, Sibel had already met so many people.

The relationship is still pretty good.

Little did they know that there was a reason behind this, after all, they, the senior and junior students, were celebrities to some extent.

Some people were curious, and naturally some were willing to make contact, but Karl was too naive to know.

"Karl, sit down."

Compared to Omar's enthusiasm, Mortili's behavior was more casual, subtly displaying the demeanor of someone in a superior position.

There was no deliberate attempt to distance themselves, yet they were still difficult to get close to.

"Come!"

"Try the strong liquor here."

Mordiri picked up her glass and laughed, "Speaking of which, the name of the Leopard Head Tavern actually comes from a legendary dwarf."

"pity!"

"Long, long ago, because the dwarves refused to change their beliefs, they were driven away from this land by the gods, and many things related to them disappeared."

"Dwarves?" someone asked curiously.

Do dwarves really exist?

"Of course!" Mordiri nodded.

"There were not only dwarves, but also giants, elves, and even vampires, but that's all in the past. Now, even if there are any remaining alien races on this continent, they hide in places where they can't see the sunlight."

"These things are recorded in some books that document ancient events."

"The books you can see, we're probably not qualified to see." Someone laughed and raised their glass.

"But I'm already quite content to be able to drink this strong liquor and hear stories from long ago."

"I also want to thank the apprentice of the wizard Mortiri."

"We're all around the same age, so we should naturally interact with each other," Mordiri laughed heartily.

"Let's get together more often in the future..."

Carl found a seat, listened intently, and occasionally picked up his glass to slowly sip a sip or two of his wine.

He was self-aware enough to know that the main people at today's gathering were Mortili and Omar.

Everyone else is a supporting character.

Those like Sybil and Lawson, who have the potential to become advanced wizard apprentices, can still exchange a few words.

People like him and Hattie are just supporting characters.

Or, like the others, echo their sentiments, get acquainted with the protagonist, and plan for the future.

If it weren't for his past fame, Mortimer might not have remembered his name at all.

Ok?

This pastry tastes good.

Karl lowered his gaze, picked up another piece, and put it in his mouth.

"Wherever there are people, there is a social dynamic; this is certainly true. Today's gathering may seem like a formality, but it's actually Mordelli building connections for herself and her mentor."

"The Swamp Alliance has just been established and doesn't have any clear factions yet. Could it be that Mordiri wants to start something new?"

"No!"

"It seems there are already factions. Even if I haven't met the people who came today, I've at least heard of them. So, has Sibel already joined Instructor Mordiri's lineage?"

"Um?"

As the thought crossed his mind, Karl's eyes flickered, and he unexpectedly spotted a familiar face in the corner.

Salesperson Bunian!

He, who had no talent for wizardry, also attended the gathering.

Bunian sat down next to a female wizard apprentice, attentively serving her food and drink.

The two were very affectionate, their bodies almost touching, and they would occasionally lower their heads and whisper something.

"You know Bunian."

A dejected man beside him turned his head to look:

"My name is Bach, a mid-level wizard apprentice with little future."

"Karl." Karl raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

"You're Bach, the bloodline wizard who modifies people's bodies?"

"Yes." Bach nodded.

"Did you hear this from Bunian?"

"That's right." Karl smiled.

He didn't sit here randomly; it was precisely because of Bach sitting next to him.

"Speaking of which, I knew a wizard apprentice when I was in Signoria. He was also on the path of a bloodline wizard."

Karl said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, he was killed when the Cologne army stormed into the city."

"Is that so?" Bach paused slightly.

"That wizard's legacy..."

"Signol has fallen, and his legacy should be in the hands of the Cologne people," Karl began, then, seeing the regret on the other's face, added:

"However, I found a copy of 'The Guide to Transfiguration' amidst the chaos of war, which should be a book he left behind."

"A guide to Transfiguration?" Bach's eyes lit up:

"real?"

"Of course," Karl said.

"Bach's apprentice, I am actually very interested in the path of the bloodline wizard."

"Hmm?" Bach raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell that Karl was intentionally mentioning it, but the Transfiguration Guide was also very important to him.

"What do you want? Magic stones? If it's the complete 'Transfiguration Guide,' I'm willing to pay five magic stones for it."

"No, no!" Karl shook his head.

"I told you, I'm very interested in the path of a bloodline wizard. You can trade me the 'Gamp Transfiguration Method' in return."

Gampo,

A great bloodline wizard, whose Five Laws of Gamp Transformation are the universal principles of bloodline wizards.

You can't make something up out of nothing!

The quantity cannot be changed!

Cannot transform magical items!

…………

Gamp the Wizard made outstanding contributions to the promotion of the path of bloodline wizards, and most of the bloodline wizard lineages in the Kingdom of Gondor are related to him.

"You actually know about the 'Gamp Transfiguration Method'? It seems you have a lot of knowledge about bloodline wizards."

Bach curled his lip and said:

"Unfortunately, the owner of this book is my mentor, Kim, and I cannot sell it without his permission."

"I see..." Karl frowned and sighed.

"That's a real shame!"

"It doesn't matter. Even if we can't trade knowledge, I'm still happy to have met you, Bach's apprentice."

"It's not entirely impossible..." Bach looked at Karl and said in a low voice:

"When I was learning bloodline wizardry, I made it a habit to take notes. I can trade those notes for the 'Transfiguration Guide' you have."

"Notes?" Karl chuckled.

"I wonder if your notes contain any content about the 'Gamp Transformation Method'?"

"Yes," Bach said.

"You definitely won't be disappointed. If you're still worried, we can get it notarized by the league."

Karl nodded slowly.

Bach clearly intended to trade indirectly, not directly with the books, but the content of the books mentioned in the notes did not count.

…………

night.

Carl placed a thick stack of 'notes' on his desk.

"I made a profit!"

After just a quick glance, he realized that he might have stumbled upon a treasure and gotten a good deal.

Robert's lineage of wizards is complete in every way except for the crucial Heart of Stone.

It even covers how to become a formal wizard.

No matter what.

The entire treatise was quite lengthy, and Karl, who lacked the foundation of a bloodline wizard, found it extremely difficult to study.

On the contrary.

Bach's study notes may seem disorganized and even intentionally obscure certain key information, but they are the most suitable for beginners.

The various fragmented descriptions actually helped Karl gain a deeper understanding of the path of the bloodline wizard.

Many previously perplexing questions have now been answered.

"Transformation and change are actually two completely different approaches; I never realized I had misunderstood them before."

"A match turned into a needle!"

Holding a matchstick, he performs a magic trick.

But with a slight shake, the match in his hand visibly sharpened and became pointed.

However, it only lasted a short time. As the mental energy dissipated, the needle turned back into a match.

"really!"

Karl sighed softly:

"A true teaching can be conveyed in a single sentence, while false teachings fill countless volumes. Sometimes, without guidance, some problems remain incomprehensible even after racking your brains."

"It's worth it!"

"This deal was a good one!"

With the aid of potions, his cultivation on the path of wizardry once again accelerated, and his mental strength increased day by day.

but,

Perhaps it was due to Karl's improved cultivation, or perhaps it was because the Light of Wisdom potion itself was special.

The potions obtained from the Swamp Alliance are significantly less effective than those from the Light of Wisdom.

But it's still better than struggling to develop a fourth-level wizard talent.

In less than a month, Karl successfully constructed the zero-ring sorcery Azure Wave Guardian in his spiritual inner sea.

This sorcery consumes a lot of mental energy, and he even had to temporarily abandon the arcane missiles he had mastered.

Fortunately, once the witchcraft is established, it is not difficult to rebuild it later.

This is somewhat similar to the spell slots in a game. The lower your mental strength, the fewer spell slots you have. If you want to change a spell, you need to free up a spell slot.

Another world.

Port of Freedom.

Karl, his face grim, was led by several people into a slum, and finally arrived at a low courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard, there was a wooden board with a corpse lying on it, covered with a white sheet.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Several women and children knelt beside the corpse, weeping silently.

Karl stepped forward and lifted the white cloth.

Below is Blackbeard Gray, who is completely dead.

The corpse's face was swollen, and its internal organs had been ripped out of its chest, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh.

"My brother was killed by a water monkey."

One person cried out:

"The crazed water monkeys rushed onto the boat, and my brother fought them fiercely to protect the crew."

"at last……"

"My brother is dead! He died at the hands of the water monkeys!"

"Please accept my condolences." Karl covered the blanket with a white sheet, his face expressionless.

"Where is Charles?"

"He suffered very serious injuries and needs to rest for a while, so it's not convenient for him to come out." The man looked up.

"My name is Garr, and I'm Gray's younger brother."

Compared to his brother Gray, Garr is thinner and has a shifty look in his eyes when he speaks, giving him an unreliable appearance.

Although he spoke of his brother's death and had a pained expression on his face, there was no genuine sadness in his voice.

He entered the courtyard, but the people kneeling on the ground, weeping, did not get up to greet him, as if he were an outsider.

"So..." Karl took a deep breath and said:

"The mission failed?"

"This..." Garr's eyes flickered, and he replied:

"It can't be called a complete failure; in the end, Gray and his crew still managed to capture a water monkey and bring it back."

"One?" Karl frowned, then sighed softly:

"Even one is better than nothing, bring it over."

"No rush." Gar rubbed his hands together, the grief on his face vanishing, replaced by the cunning typical of a merchant:

"Mr. Carl, how about we pay the agreed amount first?"

"Cash on delivery." Karl waved his hand.

Where are the water monkeys?

"This..." Garr's expression turned displeased, but he still waved to the group behind him and shouted:

"Bring that beast here!"

"Yes."

The group quickly ran to the backyard and soon returned, dragging a sleeping water monkey with them.

This water monkey was small and thin, clearly not yet an adult, with its body covered in wounds and extremely thin.

Carl's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Even with his generally good temper, he couldn't help but complain:

"Why is it so small?"

This situation...

Whether it can be used or not is another matter.

"That's all the size!" Garr exclaimed hastily.

"People come in all shapes and sizes, and water monkeys are no exception. You didn't say that small ones are no good."

"..." Karl was speechless.

He shook his head, took a money pouch off his person and threw it over, then strode towards the water monkey.

Just as he bent down to pick up the water monkey.

"Wait a moment!"

Garr held the money bag, looking puzzled.

"Why is there only one thousand Divine Grace Coins? Wasn't it supposed to be three thousand?"

"Three thousand?" Karl turned around:

"The three-headed water monkey is actually three thousand."

"They promised to bring three water monkeys to see me within half a month, but almost a month has passed and there's only one water monkey. I've already given them a thousand, which is more than enough."

"That won't do!" Garr shook his head.

"It was supposed to be three thousand, so it's three thousand. My brother died because of this, how can it only be one thousand?"

He then stepped forward:

"You can't take the water monkey away for just one thousand Divine Grace Coins!"

Ok?

Karl's expression darkened, and he slowly straightened up, his powerful aura as a peak knight beginning to surge forth.

"What's wrong?"

He stared at Gar, his voice cold and stern: "You're not convinced?"

The promised two weeks turned into a month, and the three heads became one, which was still a young water monkey.

In this situation, giving money is already an act of leniency out of respect for the deceased, yet the other party is still unwilling?

……

Garr froze, standing rooted to the spot.

He didn't react, but the group of people behind him started making a fuss.

"What do you want to do?"

"Forced sale?"

"Gal, don't be afraid of him!"

"..."

"Mr. Carl." With the support of those behind him, Gal gradually gained confidence and looked up, saying:

"My brother lost his life and others were injured because of this water monkey. It's not fair that you're only offering one thousand Divine Grace Coins, is it?"

"Three thousand!"

He shouted:

"You can only leave if you give me three thousand Divine Grace Coins!"

"Heh..." Karl chuckled lightly, reaching out to grab the water monkey from the ground, no longer interested in entanglement with it.

"I'd like to see how you're going to stop me!"

As he spoke, he strode forward.

"stop!"

Garrosh:

"I told you to stop right there, you can't get in without paying..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body was lifted off the ground before crashing heavily to the ground.

After landing, it rolled twice and coughed up blood.

"puff!"

Garr's body trembled, and then he stopped breathing.

"court death!"

Karl's face darkened, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

…………

A small house.

Charles, who should have been seriously injured, was drinking and eating meat with great enthusiasm, showing no sign of grief over the death of his friend.

"squeak……"

The door was pushed open, and a person walked in quickly.

"First Mate!"

"Pah!" Charles spat out a bone and said:

"Call the captain!"

"Grey is dead, so his ship is mine. I've had enough of being called first mate for over a decade."

"Yes, Captain," the man quickly corrected himself.

Charles nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What is it?"

"Gal is dead!"

"Dead?"

"Yes."

The visitor nodded: