Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 550 - 5: Witchcraft

Despite everything, Carl still took out the Desecration Potion and drank it down.

Even if it was the Evil God’s Blood, he wasn’t afraid, instead, he could convert it into Source Material to enhance his own strength.

But unfortunately.

The evil god substance in the Desecration Potion didn’t contain Source Material.

Carl didn’t take the potion to change his body, but rather to refine it with Three Disks Skill.

The Three Disks Skill excels in the art of transformation; it can fully utilize the elements within the potion to evolve into an advanced state.

Regarding Tier.

The complete version of the Three Disks Skill is at least Fifth Tier, possibly even higher than the Evil God ’Pale Wings’.

"Hmm!"

A muffled groan accompanied Carl’s sudden opening of eyes.

His pupils silently turned black, as if a passage to hell, and his hair turned silvery-white, even his features and physique changed to a certain degree.

Strange!

Beautiful!

...

The battle aura emanated more like strands of pale ribbons, carrying an aura that devours all life.

Behind him, faintly, a pair of wings began to appear.

Pale Wings!

Stretching his limbs a bit, Carl murmured softly:

"This should be enough to deceive the upper echelons of the Holy Hall, right?"

Composing himself, his gaze landed on his data panel.

Name: Carl

Constitution: 49.6

Spiritual Power: 50.3

Source Material: 416

Level: Second Tier Holy Knight, Third Ring Wizard

Abyss Bloodline Fusion: 85%

The data panel with a high Source Material of over 400 gave Carl an inexplicable sense of security within.

Even at a ratio of twenty to one, such a wealth of Source Material can still push Spiritual Power past the seventy mark.

Which means Third Ring Middle Stage Wizard!

However, he’s not in a hurry to increase his cultivation right now.

Firstly,

The increase in cultivation has always been increasingly difficult as it progresses, more worthwhile to use later.

Secondly,

Since progressing to Third Ring Wizard, the fusion level of Abyss Giant Squid’s bloodline has been rapidly increasing, along with the strengthening of constitution, so it’s not advisable to use Source Material to enhance cultivation to disrupt this progress.

"Wait until the bloodline fusion reaches 100%, constitution exceeds fifty, and then become a Taboo Knight."

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Royal City.

Yesterday’s snowfall draped the entire city in thick winter attire.

The ruts pressed the snow as they moved along the road, with households on both sides of the street clearing the snow in front of their doors.

"Whoa..."

Bastin swung the reins to stop the carriage, taking out a stool and a cloak to assist Carl down from the carriage.

Stepping on the low stool, Carl landed and looked at the manor in front of him.

Unlike the manor he had in the outskirts, this was near the heart of the royal city, where land was expensive.

The ability to build such a luxurious manor here indicated the owner’s power and wealth.

"Count Conni."

A middle-aged Priest approached:

"You’ve arrived."

"Hmm." Carl nodded, following the person into the manor, he asked:

"When did Count Jeff’s current situation begin?"

"Half a year ago." Swineburn, the Priest of this street, also a subordinate of Remiller.

He explained:

"Half a year ago, Count Jeff went out, and upon returning, he lost interest in food and drink, and his spirit deteriorated."

"I performed Divine Arts on him, and invited doctors for treatment, but the effects were never good."

"Recently, Bishop Louis came once, saying maybe you have a way."

With that, he looked curiously at Carl.

Even Divine Arts and top doctors couldn’t figure it out; how could this young Count cure it?

But he dared not question Bishop Louis’s words.

"Creak... Creak..."

The sound of orderly footsteps on thick snow, guided by the manor servants, led to a conservatory.

In the center of the conservatory was a lounge, where a gray-haired elder lay, breath faint.

Carl’s eyes held a curious look:

"Count Jeff?"

"Yes." The Priest sighed:

"He’s Count Jeff, the Count is only thirty this year, yet he looks like a seventy-year-old man."

"Hmm." Carl stepped forward, glanced casually, and said:

"You have bestowed everlasting Divine Arts on him?"

Although Divine Arts are wondrous, their duration isn’t long; only by paying a great price can they be fixed on the body.

For example, Carl’s blessing from the Fate Goddess is a fixed Divine Arts of at least Fifth or even Sixth Tier.

The Divine Arts on Count Jeff is similar, only its tier is very low, just First Tier Life Blessing, yet even so, it’s extremely rare.

"Yes."

The Priest agreed, speaking quietly:

"Ordered by the Duke."

Duke?

Carl understood. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Count Jeff had a good father, was one of the four current Dukes of the kingdom, bearing the God’s bloodline.

But unlike the grand dukes of other worlds, the Dukes of this world were accustomed to a life of luxury; besides the few grand dukes in Kolon Kingdom, few had Third Tier Taboo Knights in other countries.

It’s known,

The grand duke is born as a Legendary ’Creature’, with a little effort, becomes a Second Tier Holy Knight.

"Body Weakness, Spirit Fatigue."

After some inspection, Carl nodded and said:

"I roughly understand."

"Then..." The Priest asked:

"How does the Count intend to treat it?"

"The patient’s illness is too strange, I need to go back and think it over thoroughly, cannot give you an answer temporarily." Carl said:

"Once I figure it out, I’ll come again in a few days."

"This..." The Priest hesitated:

"Alright then!"

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On the way back, Carl sat in the carriage cabin, eyes half-closed, lips slightly curled.

"Witchcraft..."

Only witchcraft could, under the blessing of Divine Arts, torment a Count into such a state.

Fortunately, Count Jeff himself had the strength of a Great Knight, and the Divine Arts performed by the Priest on him, or else he would have been dead years ago.

To perform witchcraft on a Count with Ducal background, certainly harbored ulterior motives.

"Whoa..."

Bastin suddenly stopped the carriage, yelling at the person blocking the way in front:

"What are you doing?"

"The road is slippery after snow, you suddenly appeared, if I didn’t stop in time it’d hit someone, what then?"

"Alright." Carl spoke from the cabin:

"Let them in."

"Hmm?" Bastin hesitated, just as the roadblock person already jumped on the carriage, sliding into the cabin.

Movement was incredibly agile.

"Count Conni."

The person entering the cabin took off their hat, revealing exquisite, elegant features, surprisingly a beautiful woman, who spoke with eyes gleaming:

"I’ve heard of your name before, today is our first meeting, I’m Yura, Jeff’s sister."

"Miss Yura." Carl looked at the person, seemingly unsurprised by the sudden visit, merely scrutinized and said:

"Didn’t expect you to be a Legendary Knight."

"For people like us, becoming Legendary isn’t that hard." Yura smiled:

"Even if the bloodline is thin."

"But like my brother, who hasn’t made much progress in strength from birth to adulthood, that’s unusual."

Carl nodded.

Yura also had the grand duke bloodline, even though not a Legendary Creature at birth, wasn’t much different; with some focus in cultivation, one could advance to Legendary.

After all, their bloodline is not limited by breakthrough realms.

"Miss Yura wants to ask about Count Jeff’s situation?"

"Yes."

Yura nodded, eyes appeared strangely looking:

"I never expected, there’s actually an Official Wizard living in the royal city, someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Carl asked:

"The one who cursed Count Jeff?"

He gently shook his head:

"I am a White Wizard, abiding by the promise between the Gods and Wizards, not attacking ordinary people in this land, while some obviously broke the rules."

"Count Conni." Yura frowned:

"Maybe..."

"This is intentional by someone, right? You went to my brother’s manor, did you see his wife? Was there anyone to receive you? Even if you healed him, how much reward can you get?"

"Hmm..." Carl pondered:

"So, was it you who wanted to seize the bloodline from Jeff?"

Yura didn’t answer, but said:

"Count Conni, there’s a Wizard Association in the royal city, are you interested in becoming the Associate President?"