Chapter 280 Seriously ill
Karl was lying on the bed, his body wrapped in soft quilts, his face pale and allowing the doctor to examine him.
"There is no problem."
After the examination, the doctor put away the stethoscope and said slowly:
"The count is just old, and his body will inevitably be a little weak when encountering special weather. , especially the function of internal organs is far inferior to that of young people. If you take good care of it in the future, you will be fine.”
"Yeah."
Carl closed his eyes and said in a weak voice:
"Send the doctor away."
"Yes."
Butler Terry should be , arrange a carriage to take the doctor back to the city.
Only Abe was left in the room.
As Karl’s ‘apprentice’, he has a special status in the manor and is barely half the master.
"Count."
Abe whispered:
"The things in the basement have been cleaned up, and the monster...the evil spirit has disappeared."< br>
Only he knew why Karl became like this.
The sudden listlessness, fatigue and drowsiness must be related to the existence that disappeared from the basement.
However, the evil spirit in the basement has existed for hundreds of years, and the fact that the Earl was able to get rid of it shows how powerful he is.
“Yeah.”
Karl nodded slowly:
"Abe."
"Yes."
"I kept you in the manor just to help me seal away the evil spirit in the basement. Now that it is gone, you should also consider the next step. Where are you going?”
“Huh?”
Abe’s face turned pale.
Although Karl rarely taught him knowledge, a few casual words and random books could solve his problems in practice.
In just a few months, Abe has successfully constructed a zero-ring witchcraft and is steadily moving towards an intermediate wizard apprenticeship, which was something he could not even imagine before.
It is completely different from practicing with the ‘teacher’ before.
But Karl did not intend to keep him by his side forever. He closed his eyes and said:
"Do you know the Black Swamp?"
"I've heard of it." Abe's eyes moved slightly:
"Some wizard apprentices said that it is a holy place for wizards to practice, and many people practice there."
"Holy place?" Karl laughed. :
"This statement is not wrong. The Black Swamp is indeed the only way to the Holy Land."
He raised his finger, and several books appeared on the edge of the bed.
"You have also studied witchcraft with me for a while. These witchcraft books should be regarded as parting gifts."
"Go to the Black Swamp. If one day you can get the means to go to the Kalim Continent, If you are qualified, come back and see me again, but remember not to tell anyone else that you learned witchcraft from me, not anyone else, unless you don’t want to go to the so-called Holy Land.”
“Earl!” His face turned pale.
“Go and clean up.” Karl waved his hand:
“You can’t learn anything from me.”
"...Yes." Abe gritted his teeth and stepped back step by step with unwillingness in his heart.
Karl’s face was expressionless.
Under the Lich's desperate counterattack, his inner spirit suffered severe trauma, which was difficult to repair in a short period of time. During this period, he naturally could not move as much as he could.
“You must never underestimate other wizards, especially a three-ring wizard who has lived for countless years.”
“Just a wisp of residual soul almost capsized my boat in the gutter. , Fortunately, the harvest is not bad.”
'Swallowing' the remnant soul of Lich Addison allowed him to directly acquire a fourth-level bloodline wizard inheritance.
Through the remnant soul, I gained some understanding of the situation on the Kalim continent.
In addition,
The lich's cultivation method...
'It's a pity that the three sets of skills given by Maivia are incomplete. Unless there is blood essence, it can only transform into a lower level. If I could become a lich, my lifespan could be extended to a certain extent. ’
The lifespan of a lich is more than twice that of a normal wizard.
But it’s not a big problem for Karl.
The three-ring wizard has a lifespan of a thousand years. He is not even a hundred years old now, but he can live for a long time in the future.
“Da da…”
“Come in!”
The door opened and the two women walked in one after the other.
Ray Miller, who transformed into the protagonist of Louis, walked in front, looking at Karl who could not move on the bed, his mouth slightly raised:
"I heard that you are seriously ill, do you need God's blessing?"
“…” Karl was speechless:
“No need.”
Most magical spells are only useful to believers. If you don't believe in the gods, blessings will turn into punishments. Of course, Remiller knew that Karl was fine, and the reason why he asked this was just a prank.
“Count.” Charlene was also there. Naturally, she didn’t know the reason. After hearing the words, she persuaded:
“Bishop Louis’ blessing is something that many people can’t even imagine. "Yes." Karl sighed:
"It's too troublesome to call the doctor."
"Yes." Charlene bowed:
"Although the environment in the suburbs is good, it is not convenient for medical treatment. I heard that you were sick, so I brought a doctor here."
"Fortunately There's nothing wrong with you, Earl."
"I want to be more concerned." Karl nodded, and when he was about to say something, he looked at Abe at the door.
“Have you packed it up?”
"Yeah."
Abbey responded, subconsciously glanced at Remiller, and then hurriedly looked away.
He knew that the protagonist was an angel, and the wizard apprentice was a pagan in the eyes of angels.
“I left you a few things, go to Terry and ask for them.”
Karl waved his hand:
"Let's go!"
"..." Abe's eyes turned red:
"Thank you, mentor!"
This time, Karl did not deny it.
"Black Swamp."
Watching Abu leave, Remiller's eyes flashed, he turned around and looked at Karl and said:
"It seems you still want to leave."
"Otherwise." Karl shrugged.
He asked Abe to go to the Black Swamp. Naturally, he had the idea of letting him inquire about information and look for opportunities to go to Kalim Continent.
Charlene looked confused, unable to hear the meaning of their words. To them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor.
Karl asked:
"How are you doing when you come back from the front line?"
Remiller's face darkened.
It sucks!
The army of the God of the Burning Sun has won many battles on the battlefield, and even the death of the angels cannot save the situation.
The key is...
Several other gods said they were giving their full help, but in fact they were watching the Lord of the Dawn gradually weaken.
Stupid!
Even Remiller can see that if the God of the Burning Sun wins, he will never let the other gods go.
Unifying the divine realm is his goal!
"I came to you to ask for a few things."
"Easy to say."
Karl smiled:
"You can exchange for things, especially the ones above Something."
"...Okay!" Remiller gritted his teeth and responded:
"I need a certain amount of time to raise it."
The power of the second-level talisman created by Karl is not weak, especially as a life-saving thing, which is very useful at critical times.
As for the things above...
Of course they are artifacts from the divine realm.
The essence that Karl needs is related to the gods. The artifacts in the divine domain usually contain a certain amount of essence.
"Well..."
Looking at Remiller, Karl thought thoughtfully:
"You're not a middleman, are you?"
Translated by Remiller Turn over the silver.
She does.
Even angels don't want to die, and wizard stuff can be useful in certain situations.
“Miss Charlene.”
Karl shook his head, looked at Charlene who had always looked confused, and said:
“My health is getting worse and worse. I don’t think I can resist for long, so I plan to publish a notice in the newspaper.”
“In Signo City, I have a junior named Connie. I hope he can come here to take over my property. and title.”
"Earl." Charlene advised:
"You will be fine."
Seeing Karl's insistence, she could only nod:
"Okay!"< br>
“I will arrange an announcement in the next issue of the newspaper, I hope your junior can see it.”
Remiller looked sarcastic.
She knew very well that Karl would never die, and she probably wanted to create a new identity for herself.
(End of this chapter)