Chapter 269 Meeting an Old Friend
Barrow Bakery.
This is a very ordinary bakery, specializing in several types of bread that are commonly eaten by ordinary people.
The shop owner Tess is a woman about fifty years old, with a plump figure and a round face with a smile.
“Dingle bell…”
The store door that was pushed open from the outside hit the hanging bell, ringing a clear and melodious ring.
“Welcome!”
Tess stopped what she was doing and nodded to the guests:
“What do you need?”
The guests who came in had gray hair on their temples and wrinkles on their faces. They were obviously old, but they didn't have the twilight, or elderly smell, that ordinary old people have.
But very clean!
Clean like a teenager.
The clothes on my body are simple in shape, without any fancy or decoration, but the material is very high-end at first glance.
The behavior and movements are even more noble.
Tess's eyes were filled with doubts. Her store was engaged in the business of ordinary people, and she rarely encountered such people.
"I'm Jenny's friend."
Karl glanced at the layout of the bakery and spoke slowly, with a subtle tremor in his voice:
"Is she there?"
Small business.
The business is also very average, and it is estimated that it can only maintain the family's basic life.
"Aunt Jenny?" Tess said with surprise on her face:
"Do you know Aunt Jenny? She is not in good health. She is resting in the backyard. I will take you there."
As she said Wiping the flour on his hands, he opened the wooden board of the counter and led Karl towards the backyard.
It is said to be a backyard, but it is actually a small patio, with weak light shining through the top.
On the wooden chair, an old woman with white hair was lying on it wrapped in a blanket, her eyes seemed to be closed.
"Aunt Jenny!"
Tess came closer and called in a low voice:
"Someone is here to see you."
"..." Jenny opened her eyes His eyes were cloudy and dull, and he looked up following Tess's guidance.
The moment she saw Karl, her eyes seemed to change, like confusion.
It's like hesitation.
"Uh...uh..."
"Jenny, it's me." Karl stepped closer, squatting next to the wooden chair, looking at his former friend carefully:
"Your voice..."
"Aunt Jenny got sick when she was young and has never been able to speak since then." Tess sighed:
"Since two years ago, her memory has gotten worse and worse, and sometimes she can't even recognize me."
"But she recognized you!"
Jenny's Although the change in demeanor was subtle, it was already obvious to Tess who was used to it.
"I'm sick and can't speak." Carl's eyes were complicated:
"How could this happen?"
Jenny's voice is extremely unique, which allowed her to join the National Opera without any previous performance experience.
Ruining your voice
means ruining everything.
This should be what happened when she first came to the royal city, but she never mentioned it to him in her letter. She only talked about happy things.
“I heard from my mother that someone is doing harm.” Tess whispered:
"But who it is, I don't know. After all, it happened decades ago, and Aunt Jenny never mentioned it."
"Your mother?"
"My mother Pacey, and Aunt Jenny are both from the Barrow Opera Company."
Carl nodded.
“The bakery skills were passed down from Jenny?”
"Yes."
No wonder!
The taste is so familiar.
Karl’s eyes were complicated. Fate had given instructions a long time ago, and he should have guessed it a long time ago.
“Aunt Jenny has never smiled since she couldn’t speak, and later opened this bakery with the help of my parents.”
Tess introduced:
“My parents passed away a few years ago, and something happened at home, so I came over to help with the business and take care of Aunt Jenny.”
“Yes. "Karl straightened up:
"I want to pick Jenny up to live with me."
"This..." Tess was stunned, but she never thought that Carl had bad intentions. After all, who does an old man with Alzheimer's disease mean to him? They are all a burden, and she herself sometimes complains.
"Isn't it good?"
"My place is very big and can accommodate many people." Karl said:
"It just so happens that there is a kitchen manager there. If you are willing, you can also You can follow." "Forgot to introduce."
"My name is Karl, and I have a manor on the outskirts of the city."
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Time passes by inadvertently.
Dazzling.
Three years have passed.
Fragments of the Divine Realm.
“It’s done!”
Karl shouted muffledly, his eyes suddenly opened wide, the light in his eyes was blazing, like a bottomless abyss.
In his spiritual inner sea, a complex and mysterious magic circuit took shape, and quickly swallowed up the surrounding astral energy, turning it into pure life breath, flowing into his limbs and bones.
Three-ring witchcraft - the source of life!
Nourished by this breath of life, the Holy Demon Transformation that had been unable to advance once again regained its vitality.
'The holy skill of Holy Demon Transformation is too auxiliary. No wonder the ancient gods can only train a few. These are just silver bodies. According to the current ratio, the resources required for the perfection of the gold body It’s simply astronomical. ’
‘However, as long as there are enough resources to supplement it, the level of this holy skill can be improved at an astonishing speed, which is unmatched by other holy skills. ’
“Well...”
Karl's eyes narrowed:
"It's time to start!"
In the past three years, in addition to practicing meditation and building a three-ring witchcraft life source, he has also been testing the reaction of the soul centipede.
The soul centipede attached to his body wants his life all the time.
One person, one thing. Because of the sharing of life, both parties understand each other more deeply.
Carl is confident.
Even if the person from the Green family came over, he would never know everything about the Soul Centipede better than he did.
And now,
it’s time to solve the trouble!
Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple - Vajra Seal!
Forming seals with both hands, he blasted towards the soul centipede that was fused with his body from the outside in, and the fierce power exploded in subtle places.
“Peng!”
The soul centipede trembled tremendously.
Karl also turned pale, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the source of life immediately replenished the lost breath.
“Zizi……”
The third-level soul centipede also understood that now was the critical moment and began to struggle crazily.
Even if he dies,
he must drag the person the master wants to kill with him to death!
“What a beast!”
Karl’s eyes widened and he shouted angrily. Dozens of tentacles suddenly appeared from his back and turned into handprints and rushed towards him.
Ten Thousand Buddha's Hands - Twelve combos!
"Peng!"
"Peng Peng!"
"..."
"Poof!"
Karl vomited blood, his spirit instantly succumbed, and the soul centipede in his body suddenly froze and became stiff.
“Come again!”
Ten Thousand Buddha Hands—Thirty-six combos!
The palm shadows all over the sky fell from the sky, completely submerging Karl in an instant, and extremely fierce power poured into his body.
This blow fell on the body that had no resistance.
If you don't cultivate the source of life, even if you have a silver body, you will be disabled.
Now...
Karl collapsed directly to the ground, his eyes were confused, and his body was twitching slightly, but he still retained some vitality.
Under him, a red centipede the size of a finger curled up and trembled.
“Huh…”
Karl struggled to get up and found an artifact to install the soul centipede:
"More than three years, I finally solved you."
"I thought it would take ten or eight years. , I didn’t expect it to be so fast. It seems that pressure is the driving force.”
Without the soul centipede threatening his life all the time, Carl would never have been able to cultivate the three-ring witchcraft life source so quickly.
What's more, this time he not only mastered witchcraft, but also refined the soul centipede into his trump card.
It can only be said that misfortunes are where blessings depend.
"Next..."
"The Holy Demon becomes the seventh level!"
(End of this chapter)