Chapter 153: Sacred Skill Angel's Sting
Dark Market.
After collecting supplies in the Magic Forest for a few days, Carl came to the Dark Market again.
"When..."
Blacksmith Gando stopped what he was doing and looked at the pile of meat in front of him, his eyes moving involuntarily.
"Young man, your curiosity is really strong, but I have nothing to tell you about the gods."
I have to admit that countless people have come to him over the hundreds of years, but they can stay Not many are impressed.
Karl is undoubtedly one of them.
Strength is one aspect.
The key is that each time it brings a large amount of flesh and blood, which is a great temptation for him who urgently needs to supplement nutrition and resist the devouring force.
But about the gods...
He really didn't have much to say.
"Senior." Karl bowed:
"I came here this time to find out where I can get the holy skills?"
"I just need some directions. That’s fine, no matter what the outcome is, these fine meats belong to the seniors.”
Everyone who comes to the Dark Market will come to pay homage to this great third-level being.
With his perception, he can definitely 'see' a person's strength.
If there is anyone in the market who can provide useful clues to Karl, this is definitely the first one.
"Sacred skills?" Gando thought for a while and replied:
"The treasure troves of several archdukes, the underground chambers of the Rose Church, the temple and the cores of several forgotten cities It should be available in every area.”
"..." Karl said dryly:
"Is there any other place?"
These places not only contain holy skills, but also various treasured items, including great divine grace. , but there was no way he could get in.
"Hehe..." Gando grinned, the lush hair on his body shook, and his eyes were lost in thought:
"Let me think about it...I want to think about it..."
"Yeah!"
"There is a person named Flame Knight who may have some clues. You can ask him."
"I remembered it, Flame Knight Graind. Gram, but the holy skills he possesses may not be suitable for you.”
“Huh?” Karl raised his head:
“Are there any other holy skills that are suitable?”
"Of course." Gando shrugged:
"Most of the holy skills are given by the gods to their guardians, corresponding to the guardian's practice methods."
"Just like those given by the Poseidon. Holy skills, guardians of the god of fire It is almost impossible to master it. Even if they are guardians of the same god, the holy skills may not be universal. Of course, most guardians of the holy skills can practice it, but... they cannot reach a very powerful level."
< br>Karl understands.
Witchcraft is similar.
Wizards of the natural school can also master shadow witchcraft, but they are definitely not as proficient as shadow wizards.
Some special witchcraft requires certain prerequisites.
For example...
The transformation technique of the blood wizard.
I just don’t know what the holy skill is that is consistent with the giant spirit breathing method? Do I have to go to the church?
With his thoughts turning, Karl bowed and said:
"I'm going to inquire about it right away."
He has walked around the three streets of the Dark Market several times and knows everything about what each stall sells. .
The most well-informed among them is the businessman Mellen.
"Fire Knight Graindek?"
Meren, who comes from the territory of Archduke Olaf, is a skinny little old man. When he heard the name, he shook his head slightly:
“He was still in the market the day before yesterday, but he has left now.”
“Gone?” Carl’s expression changed slightly:
“Where?”
“The Port of Freedom.” Mellen pointed outward:
"The Lord of the City of Death issued an announcement to investigate the location of the Evil God in the Port of Freedom. The reward is three drops of demigod's blood."
"Huh?"
Karl was stunned for a moment:< br>
“Aren’t they two super-grade seals?”
In the middle of the market stands a thick and long stone pillar with various tasks engraved on it.
The task of investigating the evil god of Freeport has always been on it, but Karl remembered that the reward was a super-grade seal.
When it comes to evil gods, it is very dangerous, and the great knight is almost a dead end.
Just two super-grade seals are not attractive to people in the market, so no one has ever accepted the mission.
But it seems that
the situation has changed.
"It was changed the day before yesterday."
Mellen shrugged:
"Many people have left the Dark Market in the past two days just for this mission. I just don't have the strength, otherwise I would have to Go join in the fun.”
“The blood of demigods!”
The so-called blood of demigods is the blood of the Grand Duke.
It can allow a great knight to break through to the realm of legendary knight.
The death knight next to Mevia, the lord of the City of Death, is the great knight who received her blood.
Three drops of demigod blood can theoretically create three legendary knights, which is countless times more powerful than the super-grade seal.
Just the advanced legendary life limit of 200 years can make the great knight crazy.
No wonder!
It seemed that Mavia was also anxious.
If the evil god entrenched in the Port of Freedom is not solved for one day, the fish in the City of Death will not be satisfied.
If you don’t have enough to eat,
it will naturally be difficult for the population to increase.
Mevia couldn’t leave the City of Death easily, so she asked others to investigate where the evil god’s body was.
If you know the location of the evil god and go back quickly to solve the problem, your strength will not be greatly weakened.
It happens that the Dark Market is held in the City of Death, and experts from all over the world gather together to have a better chance of getting the answer.
'Hmm...'
'Because of the rules of the world, the evil god's strength cannot be at the second level. As long as the location is known, the second level Mevia can indeed solve the problem quickly. ’
‘But...’
‘If you didn’t come earlier or later, I would have just collected the supplies in the Magic Forest and lured people away. ’
“Huh!”
Karl took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.
It doesn’t matter!
I have another way.
"Melen!"
"Yes."
"I remember that you are going to hold a small trade fair in a few days and invite people from all over the world to participate."
" That’s right.”
Mellen nodded.
"You help me release a message." Karl narrowed his eyes:
"I am collecting holy skills. As long as you bring the holy skills, I am willing to give one hundred thousand catties of meat in exchange."
"No!"
"Two hundred thousand catties!"
The Magic Forest lacks everything except animal meat. Since we can't find a specific target, we use a big net to catch fish.
As long as there is enough bait, I don't believe that no fish will take the bait, not to mention that he is the real deal.
"What?" Mellen's face changed drastically and he repeated in a trembling voice:
"Twenty...ten thousand catties?"
He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. , I heard the wrong number, this number is really astonishing.
“Yes.”
Karl's face was solemn:
"That's two hundred thousand kilograms!"
With a wave of his hand, he took out ten thousand kilograms of fine meat from the storage space and piled it up in the open space.
"These are deposits. If the transaction in a few days satisfies me, I will pay you 10% of the reward."
"There is no upper limit on the number of holy skills!"
10%?
The mountain of meat in front of him made Melen open his mouth wide open for a long time, and the fanaticism in his eyes became more and more intense.
“No problem!”
He gritted his teeth and yelled angrily, his thin body shaking back and forth:
“Mr. Carl, please don’t worry, I will do anything for the trading meeting in a few days. You will be satisfied.”
"Isn't it a holy skill? Isn't it the Flame Knight Graindek?"
"In the worst case, I will go to the Freeport right now and bring him back even if I drag him forcefully."
"Yeah." Karl nodded:
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Absolutely not!"
Mellen waved his hand:
"Mr. Carl, I'm going to get busy."
…………
Leaving Mellen's shop, he just returned to his store in the market. The residence occupied by the city was visited by an unexpected guest.
“Excuse me.”
A timid voice sounded at the door:
"Is this Mr. Karl's place?"
"It's me!"
I just picked up "Psychic Power, Star Boundary" Carl, who wrote the book "Influence on Flight", looked up when he heard the sound.
A teenage girl was standing at the door, looking at the deserted room hesitantly.
"Come in."
Karl waved.
The mage swept away the mess in the room with his hand, making a space and suppressing the raised dust.
“The place is a little rough, but it shouldn’t affect the conversation.”
The little girl looked at the invisible force sweeping through the room, like a group of transparent people busy, and couldn’t help but mouth. Big Zhang.
So amazing!
What kind of seal is this?
Karl looked at each other with interest.
The little girl has red lips, white teeth, delicate skin, innocent eyes, and even a milky smell on her body. The gorgeous clothes have not lost their childishness, and even if she pretends to be mature, she cannot hide the childishness in her body.
Judging from her aura, she had practiced breathing techniques, but she was not very strong. She didn’t know why the Ogre Flower at the entrance of the market let her in.
Or...
Karl asked:
"Little girl, where are the adults in your family?"
"I came in alone. Not following the adults." The little girl pouted, seemingly unhappy.
"Alone?" Karl's eyes moved slightly and he slowly put down the book in his hand.
"Yes, it's a person." The little girl's face turned pale, and she subconsciously stepped back, threatening:
"But the adults in my family will be here soon, so you must Don't think about bullying me."
"Okay!" Karl shrugged:
"You come here to ask for something?"
"Yes!" The little girl calmed down, thought of business, nodded heavily and said:
"I want to entrust you to send my brother and sisters and I out of the city to a safe place."
< br>"Leave the city?" Karl tilted his head:
"Are you the natives of the City of Death?"
"Yes." The little girl nodded:
"But we have already paid the atonement money, and we can leave this city after washing ourselves."
If you want to leave the City of Death, unless you get the amnesty of the city lord, the only way is to pay the atonement money.
After paying the money and washing your body in the purification pool, you can unlock the curse of the City of Death.
The money is very expensive.
Even a moderately wealthy family may not be able to redeem a person's life.
"It seems that your family is very rich." Karl nodded and asked curiously:
"Why are you looking for me?"
"I have heard of your name." The little girl said:< br>
"The legendary knight of Freeport and the mysterious pharmacist of Rapid City, you are strong enough."
"I don't deny this." Karl shrugged:
"But I'm curious. Since you have enough money to pay for your sins, don't you hire guards?"
"Even if you want to find me, why do you need a child to come forward?"
"I'm not a child!" the little girl muttered with her cheeks puffed up. Opening:
"We have to leave this kind of city only after we have offended. Although we have hired guards, it is not necessarily safe."
"The family has found other people to help, but I think it is possible It’s not enough, so I came to find you.”
"I understand." Karl understood:
"You found me secretly without telling your family. Thank you very much for your recognition of me, but I will not accept employment."
"Why ?” The little girl looked anxious:
“I can pay.”
“It’s not about money.” Carl shook his head:
"It's time."
"Your family is very rich, and your status in the City of Death should be very high, but you are forced to leave. The people you offend must be very powerful. Apart from the city lord, only those few dead people are here. It's possible for knights."
"I'm not afraid of death knights, but you want to ensure safety. We will stay away from the City of Death and will most likely go to the Grand Duke’s territory. This trip will take more than a month at the earliest, and time does not allow for it."
"..." The little girl opened her mouth with a look of surprise. , just like when I saw the mage's hand moving space:
"How come you know everything?"
?
Karl sighed.
If he can't guess this, he has lived for so many years in vain.
"I can pay."
"No..."
"Holy skill!"
"Huh?"
Karl's expression froze, he swallowed the words in his throat, his throat rolled, and he looked at the little girl with a surprised look on his face:
"Sacred skill?"
"Yes!" The little girl nodded:
"It's a holy skill!"
"Do you know what a holy skill is?"
"I know!"
The little girl said:
"The gods have given the Martial Arts to the Templar Knights of the Divine Realm, and only those who become legendary knights can practice them."
"..." Karl touched his chin:
"Interesting, do you have a holy skill?"
"Yes, I brought half of it over." The little girl took a step back again, holding both hands He hugged his waist and looked at Karl cautiously:
"You must first agree to escort me, brother and sister to a safe place before I can give it to you."
"Heh... ..." Karl nodded:
"I'll take a look at things first."
"Promise first."
"I need to see if what you have is a holy skill. Besides, didn't you bring half of it just for me to confirm? "
Tilting her head and thinking for a while, the little girl nodded hesitantly:
"It seems so"
"Then take a look!"
As he said, he untied his clothes, took out a wooden board from it, and carefully placed it on the table.
She put some thought into sewing things into her clothes.
“Whoa!”
Karl waved.
The board flew into my hand on its own.
The palm-sized wooden board is engraved with words from the period of the gods. A special energy makes it immune to the ravages of time.
Karl's eyes flashed, and the words on the wooden board were engraved one by one into the sea of consciousness, analyzing the content above.
Angel's Thorn!
It’s really a holy skill!
Holy skills can be simply and directly understood as the advanced state of martial arts.
The killing moves in martial arts are called combat skills, and there are also so-called killing moves in holy skills.
And this holy skill is composed of more than a dozen special killing moves, collectively called Angel's Sting.
Ultimate speed!
Weird angle!
Incredible moves!
Complex, violent, and mysterious power-generating techniques, and the ultimate use of fighting spirit, body, and chivalry are indeed holy skills.
Although not complete.
But he can tell that every killing move above is far more powerful than the combat skills he has learned before.
‘It is indeed a legacy from the gods! ’
‘In the memory of Lishu, the second and even third-level Holy Knights and Guardians of the Divine Realm are still practicing holy skills, which shows how powerful their vitality is. ’
‘What a pity! ’
‘This holy skill focuses on speed and explosion, and is not suitable for me who has practiced the giant spirit breathing method. ’
Putting down the wooden sign, Karl looked thoughtful.
He never imagined that the first holy skill he could acquire could actually be obtained in this way.
"How is it?"
The little girl approached slowly and asked tentatively:
"Is it a holy skill?"
"This holy skill is an accident in our family. Only two people besides me know about it.” Karl opened his eyes and asked:
"What's your name?"
"Jyoti Hill." The little girl said:
"You can call me Jodi."
"Hill? Carl's heart moved:
"There is a person called Madam Butterfly, whose name seems to be Janice Hill. Who is yours?"
"My grandma." Jodi's eyes widened:
"Do you know my grandma?"
Karl shook his head.
He didn’t know it, but he had heard of it.
A long time ago, in that black city, anyone who wanted to escape from the city would follow the path of the Lady Butterfly.
Hill family!
One of the most famous families in the City of Death, they run various businesses, have channels for transporting people, and have their own connections in various nearby cities.
Mrs. Butterfly is a married woman who changed her husband's surname, so her surname is also Hill.
“It’s definitely not possible to go to the Grand Duke’s territory.”
After thinking about it, Karl spoke slowly:
"Have you considered going to Rapid City?"
"Riptide City?" Jodi frowned and shook his head:
"It's too close to the City of Death, and our family's enemies may take revenge. , and it’s not safe over there, Evil God Your family members are also nearby, so don’t go!”
“What a pity.” Karl handed over the wooden sign:
“I really can’t help you if you go to Grand Duke’s Land. I’ll go to Rapids City. You can take action.”
He said again:
"Riptide City is safer than you think. The city lord of the City of Death is also solving the problem of the evil god. You can go back and think about it. I have been in the market these two days. You can always Come to me.”
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A few days later.
There was no good news from Melen. Instead, the small trade fair was postponed for a few days.
This is normal.
If you want to attract people, you must have enough time for the message to ferment, otherwise it is easy to miss the opportunity.
It was Jodi, the youngest daughter of the Hill family, who sent a letter to someone else.
Karl looked thoughtful after reading the letter, then packed up his things and headed towards the entrance of the market.
The second floor of Stone Mountain Tavern.
Leif, the deacon of the church, stood behind the window, looking through the window sash at the figure walking away slowly and slowly below.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Seven Elders."
"Karl is gone."
(End of this chapter)