Chapter 267 Search
“No wonder I keep feeling like someone is watching me.”
Karl understood:
“It turns out it’s you, wanting to take action after I violate the rules. Kill me, it’s a pity to disappoint you.”
“Hmph!”
Remiller hummed:
"As long as you live near the royal city, I will keep an eye on you and don't let me find a chance."
"Well..." Karl narrowed his eyes. :
"Remiller, don't think that I will be afraid of you because of the blessing of the gods. You are not an archangel."
Don't say that you are just a middle-rank angel, even a high-rank angel...
He is not unkillable!
The silent but cold murderous intention was like a tarsal maggot, silently entangled in Remiller's body.
Second level!
And it’s the second level peak!
Remiller's eyes shrank, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and a fear subconsciously emerged in his heart.
She actually felt an aura similar to that of a battle angel on Karl.
The fear dissipated in an instant.
“You are very strong, but this is the world of the gods.” Remiller spread the white wings on his back:
“We will meet again.”
“ Swish!”
In a flash of white light, she had returned to the Holy See with the help of the power of the Kingdom of God and became a distinguished bishop again.
Karl has the ability to kill her, Remiller does not deny this, but here the wizard's methods will be greatly suppressed, and he will not be able to use them at all.
"God...angel..." Abe, who had been dumbfounded when Karl appeared, pointed at Remiller's remaining phantom and stammered:
"Really Angel!"
"Yes." Karl threw the soft sword in his hand:
"A not very polite angel."
"Young man, your kindness saved your life. Pack your things and leave here quickly."
Abe was stunned. Then he suddenly knelt down:
"Dear Wizard, please accept me as a disciple. Abe is willing to dedicate everything in exchange for your knowledge."
"I will not accept a disciple." Karl walked over to Browning's body and picked it up. Pick up the staff from the ground:
"You carry a soft sword with you, do you want to kill your mentor?"
"..." Abe tightened his hands and said in a muffled voice:
"I am Brown in name only. Ning's apprentice is actually his slave. He has been with him for so many years and has not learned any witchcraft. Less pain, and...I don’t want to do evil.”
“I can see that.” Karl looked back at him, thought for a while and said:
“Pack your things and go there. Wait for me at the manor, I won’t accept you as a disciple, but you can do things in exchange for knowledge.”
"Well..."
"You can keep the witchcraft books here and read them by yourself."
This young man used the witchcraft he learned to scare people, and he also wanted to help himself avoid them. The mentor’s frame-up.
It’s out of good intentions.
In addition, there are indeed some things that require people with certain wizard knowledge to do, so you might as well accept them first.
"Yes." Abe's face was filled with ecstasy and he nodded hurriedly:
"Thank you... Count Carl!"
He didn't know Carl, but he knew how powerful the man who easily killed Browning was. of terror.
And the other party also knew the angel, and even threatened him verbally, which even a formal wizard would not dare to do.
Being able to follow such a great wizard will definitely bring many benefits.
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A few days later.
The manor was bought by Karl for two thousand gold coins, and Bastin paid some people to clean it up.
No ceremony was held and they settled in.
On the day of moving in, newspaper editor-in-chief Charlene and the real estate agent sent congratulatory gifts.
"Guards, cleaners, and cooks all need to be hired. The price is easy to talk about, but you have to find someone with an honest character."
Karl walked around the manor, looking at the brand-new hall, looking towards He looked at Bastin and waved his hand:
“You can just take care of these things.”
"Yes."
Bastin should be.
"Go down." Karl continued to move forward:
"Abe, come here."
"Yes."
Abe responded and hurriedly followed.
Bastin glanced at Abe with some confusion, not sure what the relationship between this person and Karl was.
Not like relatives, more like apprentices. But what could Count Carl teach him?
“Under this house, there is a witchcraft barrier, which was created by a second-level wizard.” Karl said:
“It’s not convenient for me to solve it now, so you can fix it Seal.”
“Ah!”
Abe was stunned.
He knew that there was a problem underground in this manor, otherwise Browning would not have been able to silently harm people under the nose of the church many times, but he, a junior wizard apprentice, could seal the barrier of the second-ring wizard?
"The barrier is dead, you are alive, don't worry." Karl handed over a thick booklet:
"There is a way to seal it. You don't have to figure it out. Just follow the steps above."
"In return..."
"Every Saturday afternoon , I will spare an hour to solve your practice problems."
"Yes." Abe bowed his head and said, "The result is a booklet.
"In addition..." Karl glanced at him and said:
"Are you still going to follow your mentor's path?"
"No." Abe shook his head without hesitation:
"Browning's wizard talent is not high, so he wants to I want to take the path of bloodline, but this path costs too much, I..."
"I can't do it"
Bloodline witchcraft requires a lot of research, and sometimes even more. It requires advanced instrumentation.
In order to do research, Browning even sold the manor, which was not enough. He also harmed several people and accumulated a large amount of wealth.
It can be said to be extremely expensive.
"That's a pity." Karl shook his head:
"This is a wizard's desert. Bloodline witchcraft is the only way out. What your mentor left behind is also good for you. Since you don't Willing..."
"Forget it"
"That's right!"
He remembered something and asked:
"You have lived in the Royal City since you were a child, do you know the location of the National Theater?"
"Yes."
Abe nodded:
"On the Royal Avenue."
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Evening.
Karl took a carriage to the National Theater, where Charlene was already waiting, accompanied by a little girl.
"Count Carl!"
"Hello, grandpa!"
"Okay!"
Karl greeted with a smile:
"Let's go in first."
"Yes."< br>
Charlene nodded, took out the ticket and gave it to the theater security staff, and took Karl straight to the back hall of the theater.
There are many crew members here who are preparing to sing.
“Today’s performance is Archangel Slaying the Balrog. It will be performed by people from the National Opera House, and there are many mature performers from there.”
Charlene led Karl to Already in front of him, he greeted with a smile:
"Monica, we meet again."
"Charlene!"
Monica is a woman in her early forties. She has obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows, but she is still as beautiful as ever.
"It's been a while since I last saw you. Why are you here?"
"My daughter kept asking me to watch the performance. It happened that an old gentleman asked me to inquire about something, and I thought of "Charlene smiled and said to Karl: "Count Karl, Monica is my playmate since I was a child. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
"Hello Monica." Karl nodded:
"I have a friend who joined the National Opera to perform the Divine Comedy about thirty years ago. His name is Jenny. I don't know if you know this. What's her situation?"
"Jenny? "Previous?" Monica frowned, thought carefully before shaking her head and said:
"This is my senior, but she should be no longer in the opera house, otherwise I would not have heard of her name."
"This way..." Karl understood:
"Can you help me inquire?"
"Of course, no problem." Monica smiled:
"I am willing to serve the count."
Jenny is Karl Young. They had known each other for many years and had corresponded with each other when they were in Black Swamp.
Since he went to the Enchanted Forest, he has completely lost contact.
Not at the opera house?
She is a little girl from the country. Apart from some singing talent, what else can she do?
(End of this chapter)