Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 9 Secret Medicine

The fog dissipated, and starlight gathered.

Karl appeared on the mysterious stone chair with ancient patterns.

Excitement, trepidation, eagerness... all these emotions were instantly suppressed by absolute rationality.

He remained indifferent, his brown eyes unwavering, as he slowly and deliberately took a book from his robes.

Poison Wolf Breathing Technique!

Breathing techniques are divided into two types: ordinary and secret.

Anyone can practice the ordinary breathing method, but the level of achievement depends entirely on the practitioner's talent and circumstances.

The secret breathing technique is also known as the bloodline breathing technique, and only those with a specific bloodline can practice it.

The Holy See's Guardian Knights and the kingdom's ancient families each possess their own secret breathing techniques.

Generally speaking, those who practice ordinary breathing techniques will achieve far less in the future than those who practice secret breathing techniques.

To become a knight by practicing ordinary breathing techniques is already an exceptional talent; becoming a great knight is almost impossible.

Not to mention the legendary knights!

However, families that practice secret breathing techniques are never short of top experts.

This is why, for hundreds of years, the top echelons of the kingdom have been firmly controlled by a few ancient families.

The Holy See, with its Holy Guardian Knights, is even more supreme.

Throughout history, the greatest knights have never been commoners.

"The Seed of Life!"

"A secret medicine?"

Opening the book, and with an exaggerated ability to understand under absolute rationality, Karl quickly absorbed the essence of the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique, and also confirmed that the breathing technique was generally correct.

The principle of breathing techniques is to gather the seeds of life within the human body through various means.

The life force contained in the seed of life nourishes the physical body, allowing the cultivator's strength, speed, and other abilities to far exceed the limits of ordinary people.

Ultimately, they reached a level where they could fight off tigers, tear apart jackals, and even rival legendary ancient beasts.

Secret medicines, on the other hand, are a means to aid in cultivation.

Karl wasn't sure about other breathing techniques, but the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique was so difficult that without the secret medicine, one couldn't even begin to learn it. However, once one mastered it, the dependence on the secret medicine would be greatly reduced until it was no longer needed.

I found records about the secret medicine.

"A pair of fresh wolf eyes, fifty grams of wolf brain marrow, snake-patterned grass, and the venom sac of a red jade spider..."

"No wonder it was so cheap!"

"These things are not uncommon, but it is almost impossible to gather them all in the Black City where entry and exit are prohibited, so naturally there is no way to cultivate the breathing technique."

After closing the book, Karl had a thought, and his body gradually became ethereal as he returned to his residence in Signoria.

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The ingredients needed for the secret medicine are not rare and can be bought on Rouen Street, but they are quite scattered and require visiting many shops.

Moreover, items like wolf eyeballs and brain marrow are suspicious to buy individually and are likely to attract attention.

By the time Carl had gathered everything, he had been busy for half a day, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.

"Clang..."

"puff!"

"Add water, and once the venom sac of the red jade spider has melted, insert a wolf's eyeball and puncture it with a needle..."

In the kitchen.

Karl held the book in one hand, opened it to the section on making the secret medicine, and began to brew it according to the instructions.

Various grass stems and unusual parts of unknown organisms are mixed together, tumbling back and forth in the boiling water.

A pungent smell filled the air.

Especially after the poison sacs melted, thick smoke rose up, and the entire kitchen seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Karl was completely focused and dared not be careless in the slightest.

He was not a qualified chef, nor did he understand how to combine medicines; he could only imitate what was prescribed.

"that……"

Just then, a faint voice sounded from behind:

"Baron Karl?"

"Mrs. Mary." Carl paused, turning to look at her.

"Is there something you need?"

"oh!"

Looking around, he suddenly realized:

"Have I disturbed you?"

"It's alright, I'm fine," landlady Mary quickly waved her hand, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well... Jenny is about to take her concert audition, could you please keep your voice down?"

And said:

"If there's anything you need to do, just leave it to me."

The chaotic noises, pungent smells, and thick smoke in the kitchen made it difficult to concentrate.

"I see." Karl patted his forehead lightly:

"It was my fault; I completely forgot about that... "

He thought for a moment and said:

"I'll finish what I'm doing now, and we'll go somewhere else next time. Don't worry, it won't bother Jenny."

"Thank you, thank you!" Mary said hurriedly.

"If it's cooking, you can leave it to me; you don't need to do it yourself."

"It's not about cooking." Carl shook his head, refusing the other person's help.

"It'll be ready soon."

"Oh well."

Seeing that the other party was adamant, Mary had no choice but to stop herself from entering the kitchen and retreat back to her room.

Mary's husband died early, so she did not take his surname, and her family and relatives were all from the lower classes.

She has been raising her daughter alone for many years, and life has been difficult.

Jenny now has the opportunity to audition for the Barrow Concert, and may even integrate into the aristocratic class in the future.

I certainly wouldn't want to miss such an opportunity.

Karl's mind raced. Seeing that the secret medicine was nearing completion, he hurriedly took out the prepared glass bottle and poured it into it.

The dark red liquid swirls in the glass bottle; a closer sniff reveals a distinct bloody odor.

Secret medicine!

finished.

Moreover, such a large quantity is enough to be divided into three portions, which should be more than enough for beginners in cultivation.

A mysterious place.

Karl crossed his legs, twisted his body into an odd posture, and adjusted his breathing according to the instructions.

"Gurgle..."

A dose of secret medicine was poured into his mouth.

Not long after.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his skin, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and his breathing became rapid.

Carl felt as if his blood was boiling, and his heart was pounding as if it were breaking free of his chest.

Blood surged through the body, and you could even hear a "whooshing" sound.

hungry!

hungry!

I'm so hungry!

She suddenly opened her eyes, stopped moving, and quickly picked up the milk, meat patties, and jam that had been prepared on the side.

Even when every cell in his body is rebelling under absolute rationality, his expression remains unchanged.

As you consume nutrients from food, the feeling of hunger gradually subsides.

"Enough for three meals!"

"It seems that when practicing breathing techniques, the digestive capacity of the stomach and intestines is greatly improved. I can swallow a large amount of food so quickly without feeling bloated, and my mind is also more active."

Standing up, Karl picked up his broadsword and swung it, a sense of ease he had never felt before washing over him.

strength,

More!

With just one attempt and the first time practicing, I was able to clearly feel changes in my body.

"Whoosh!"

Vertical cleave!

The broadsword came to a steady stop.

Karl charged forward, sword in both hands, the broadsword whipping up a gust of wind.

Rage Strike!

Iron gate style!

Combat Technique - Gale Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air, slashing across the void in front of them, faintly accompanied by the low whistling of swords cutting through the air.

"Three afterimages?"

"My grandfather was born with superhuman strength. He could kill a knight's squire without ever having practiced breathing techniques, and he could only create three afterimages."

"I'm probably not much worse than he was back then."

Karl sheathed his broadsword and stroked his chin.

When he is absolutely rational, he will not show any ecstatic expression; everything is calculated clearly.

However, this time, the practice of the Gale Sword Technique was noticeably smoother than before.

In the past, practicing swordsmanship was like a child wielding a large knife; although it was possible, it was far too strenuous.

It felt a bit forced.

just now.

I no longer have that feeling.

"Squire!"

"Now I can be considered a knight's squire!"

(End of this chapter)