Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 563 - 18: Black Wizard

Just as Shalin said, within a few days, the news of the army’s collapse at the front reached us.

Moreover, it’s been discovered that the true nobles and upper class of the Royal City have already fled the city at some unknown time.

In an instant.

The city fell into chaos.

"Earl."

Butler Terry spoke softly:

"Today, several people didn’t show up for work at the estate. I asked some of their acquaintances, and it’s likely they won’t be returning."

The line of people leaving the Royal City stretches over ten miles; anyone with connections is choosing not to stay.

The estate workers are the same.

"Hmm."

Carl nodded, sat down, picked up the drink and took a sip, speaking slowly:

"The situation is unstable recently, those willing to leave can do so anytime, don’t forget to settle their wages."

"Hmm..."

"Are you planning to leave?"

"The Earl jokes." Terry shook his head:

"It’s safer here with you, besides, the Kolon Kingdom has always treated nobles kindly."

"You better hope it’s true." Carl smiled slightly:

"There are many vacant rooms in the estate, those who haven’t left can stay temporarily without needing to go back and forth."

The city isn’t safe now, it’s said that the City Guard is forcibly capturing able-bodied men to bolster the army.

And there are some people taking advantage, looting others.

Living at the estate can also ensure safety.

"Yes."

Terry responded:

"The Earl is generous, surely he will receive divine protection, avoiding disaster of war."

"Heh..." Carl chuckled, picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, then spoke:

"Who made this plate of pastries?"

"A new cook who excels in making various desserts," Terry explained:

"This pastry is called osmanthus cake, made with oil, flour, osmanthus, and milk. It’s a specialty from the Sake Kingdom."

"Hmm." Carl nodded:

"Call her here."

"Yes."

Terry responded.

Soon after.

A woman in her thirties, dressed in gray cotton, walked in with shattering steps and knelt down in the dining room.

"Farm... Farmwife, paying respects to the Earl!"

"Raise your head."

The woman nervously lifted her head, revealing smooth skin and delicate features unlike a laborer’s.

Carl’s eyes were deep as he asked:

"What’s your name?"

"Replying to the Earl." The woman replied softly:

"Farmwife Patricia Xiyi."

"From the Sake Kingdom?"

"Yes."

"The pastry is well made." Carl picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, examined it slightly, and sighed:

"It would be better without the curse though."

?

The woman suddenly looked up, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, and her aura changed.

Before, the woman was just a farmwife unfamiliar with the world, her only peculiarity being good looks.

Now.

A sense of aloofness and arrogance emerged in her, even plain clothes couldn’t conceal it.

"Knowing the curse means you’ve encountered the Wizard World." Staring at Carl, the woman’s voice was indifferent:

"Unfortunately, you’ve already eaten it!"

"Who are you?" Terry’s face changed drastically, hastily calling out:

"Someone come!"

"Quickly, someone come!"

"Forget it." Carl waved his hand:

"Calling people won’t help, no need to waste the effort."

"You’re right." The woman sneered:

"I’m an Apprentice Wizard, wielding power beyond mortal grasp. If you obediently offer wealth, perhaps you can save your life."

"Heh..." Carl chuckled and shook his head:

"So it’s for my wealth, huh?"

"Never mind the pact between wizards and gods, as an outsider wizard, didn’t you first contact the local wizard organization?"

"What do you mean?" The woman’s eyes flickered, a golden needle suddenly appeared in her hand:

"Think knowing some people in the wizard organization allows you to threaten me?"

"No." Carl sighed:

"If you contacted the local wizard organization, you’d know who the master of this estate is."

?

The woman paused, then seemed to guess something, throwing the golden needle forward and turned to flee.

"Bang!"

An immense invisible force descended from the sky, crushing her legs so she knelt heavily on the ground.

As for the needle thrown at Carl, it was incinerated into golden liquid by a flame before touching his clothes.

"Ah!"

A shriek rang out.

"Black Wizard..." Carl’s face turned cold:

"Robbing actually targeting me, truly reckless."

"Spare me! Spare me!" The woman’s face showed terror, she repeatedly bowed her head on the hard stone ground:

"Mercy, Earl! I truly didn’t expect you to be a noble wizard."

"If I weren’t a wizard, just an ordinary person, I’d have already been cursed, life and death not in my hands." Carl’s voice was icy:

"Since you did this, you must face the consequences."

"No!" Feeling the intense killing intent, the farmwife trembled, shouting urgently:

"If you kill me, my tutor won’t let you off!"

"Your tutor?" Carl raised an eyebrow, casually stretched out a hand, and the magic wand in the woman’s possession floated to him:

"Let me see, where he is."

Gently stroking the wand, following the aura on it, wisps of flame appeared in the room, forming a portal.

Third Ring Wizard—Flame Gate!

Carl reached out, gently grasping the door, and pulled over a figure from over ten miles away.

"Patricia!"

The person brought was a plain-looking middle-aged man, who found himself in the estate after seeing a sudden flash.

He first looked at the woman in the room, instinctively asking:

"What happened?"

Yet the woman was already dumbfounded.

Spatial magic!

This... This is magic only a Third Ring Great Wizard can wield, is he a Third Ring Wizard?

Despair welled up in her heart; her body went limp, collapsing immediately.

"Seems they’re not mentor and student, but husband and wife."

Carl’s voice was icy:

"Just right, the Consciousness Separation Technique of the Witch Demon Technique needs material, you two will be test subjects!"

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In some void space.

Alf August held a scepter, walking slowly towards a stone stairway, looking upwards.

At the end of his sight, there was a dark, deep, all-devouring black ’sphere’.

From this sphere, he felt akin to the sensation once before standing before a Divine.

Supreme Will!

This sphere represents the authority of the Green family.

"Honored elder."

Alf, possessing a demigod bloodline, knelt respectfully on one knee on the stairway:

"I desire to seek your aid."

In the void, something lightly trembled, then a vast voice resonated, echoing by his ear.

"The ancient covenant still stands, cannot be violated."

"Elder." Alf raised his head:

"I wish to make a trade!"

"An enemy of the Green family is on the Eastern Kingdom Continent, I can bring him to you, trading this for the August family to go to the Calim Continent."

"..." The voice hesitated slightly:

"Carl?"

Over countless years, the Green family’s enemies numbered numerous, but few were remembered by ’it’.

Fortunately, most enemies were on the Calim Continent, not many were on the Eastern Kingdom Continent.

"Yes." Alf nodded:

"Carl Bergman, he appears to have become a Third Tier Taboo Knight, his wizard cultivation isn’t bad either."

"Taboo Knight?" The voice rippled:

"Agreed!"

Though maybe the Green family didn’t care much about Carl, the secrets behind such rapid cultivation improvement in a short span were worth this price.