Chapter 267: The Search
Chapter 267: The Search
"No wonder I've always felt like someone was watching me." Karl realized.
"So, it was you. You wanted to kill me after I broke the rules, but I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
"Hmph!"
Remiel let out a soft hum. "As long as you stay near the Royal City, I'll be watching you. Don't give me a chance."
"Hmm..." Karl narrowed his eyes, "Remiel, don't think that just because you have the protection of a deity, I'll be afraid of you. You're not an archangel yet."
Not to mention a mid-rank angel, even a high-rank angel...
He wouldn't be able to kill her!
A silent yet chilling killing intent, like maggots in the bones, quietly enveloped Remiel.
Second Rank!
Moreover, at the peak of Second Rank! Remiel's eyes narrowed, and a hint of horror appeared in them, and a sense of dread rose within her.
She actually sensed a battle angel-like aura from Karl.
The fear dissipated in an instant.
"You are strong, but this is the world of the gods." Remiel spread her pristine white wings, "We'll meet again."
"Whoosh!"
A flash of white light, and she had already returned to the Holy See with the power of the divine realm, transforming back into a revered bishop.
Karl had the strength to kill her, and Remiel didn't deny it. But here, a wizard's abilities would be greatly suppressed, and they wouldn't be able to perform at their full potential.
"An...angel..." Abe, who had been stunned since Karl's appearance, now pointed at Remiel's lingering afterimage and stammered, "A real angel!"
"That's right." Karl tossed the soft sword in his hand to Abe, "An angel who isn't very polite."
"Young man, your kindness has saved your life. Pack up your things and leave quickly."
Abe froze for a moment, then suddenly knelt down, "Respected Wizard, please accept me as your disciple. I'm willing to offer everything to gain your knowledge."
"I don't take disciples." Karl strolled over to Browning's corpse and picked up the staff on the ground, "You carry a soft sword with the intention to kill your own master?"
"..." Abe clenched his fists and muttered, "I'm nominally Browning's apprentice, but in reality, I'm his slave. After all these years by his side, I haven't learned any witchcraft, and instead, I've endured much hardship. Moreover... I refuse to do evil."
"I can see that." Karl turned and glanced at him, then after some thought, he said, "Pack your things and go to that estate to wait for me. I don't take disciples, but you can work for knowledge."
"Hmm..."
"You can keep these witchcraft books for yourself."
This young man used his witchcraft to scare people, and he also wanted to help himself avoid his master's schemes.
It was out of goodwill.
Moreover, there were indeed some tasks that required someone with a certain level of wizard knowledge. It wouldn't hurt to take him in for now.
"Yes." Abe's face lit up with joy, nodding eagerly, "Thank you... Karl Earl!"
He didn't know Karl, but he was well aware of the strength of the person who had effortlessly killed Browning.
Furthermore, the person who knew an angel and dared to threaten her, even a full-fledged wizard might not have the courage to do so.
Being by the side of such a powerful wizard would undoubtedly bring many benefits.
The estate was purchased by Karl for two thousand gold coins, and Bastian hired people to clean it up.
Without any ceremony, they moved in.
On the day of their arrival, the editor-in-chief, Sarah, and the real estate agent came to deliver gifts.
"We'll need to hire a cleaner, a cook, and a maid. The price is negotiable, but they must have a good character."
Karl strolled through the estate, gazing at the newly renovated hall, and waved his hand at Bastian, "You take care of these matters."
"Yes."
Bastian acknowledged.
"You may leave now. Abe, come here."
"Yes."
Abe hurriedly followed.
Bastian looked at Abe with a puzzled expression, unsure of the relationship between him and Karl.
He didn't seem like a relative but more like a student.
But what could Count Karl teach him?
"Beneath this house lies a magic barrier, crafted by a Second Circle Wizard." Count Karl spoke up, "I'm currently preoccupied, so I'd like you to seal it."
"Ah!"
Abe's face was filled with surprise.
He knew there was something amiss beneath the manor, which was why Browning had been able to repeatedly harm people silently right under the church's nose. But for Abe, a mere Junior Wizard Apprentice, to seal a barrier created by a Second Circle Wizard?
"The barrier is dead, and you are alive. There's no need to worry," Count Karl handed him a thick book, "The method to seal it is written here. You don't need to understand it; just follow the steps outlined."
"As a reward..."
"Every Saturday afternoon, I'll spare an hour to help you with any cultivation issues you might have."
"Yes, sir." Abe nodded, taking the book.
"Also..." Count Karl glanced at him, "Are you still following your mentor's path?"
"No, sir." Abe shook his head without hesitation, "Browning doesn't have much talent in wizardry, so he's considering the path of bloodline witchcraft, but that path requires a lot of money. I..."
"I see."
Bloodline witchcraft required extensive research, and sometimes even advanced equipment.
Browning had sold the manor and more to fund his research, and he had even harmed several people to accumulate wealth.
It was incredibly costly.
"That's a pity," Count Karl shook his head, "This is the Wizard Desert, and bloodline witchcraft is one of the few viable paths. The things your mentor left behind could be beneficial to you, but if you're not willing..."
"Then forget it."
"Wait!"
A thought came to him, and he asked, "You grew up in the Royal City. Do you know where the National Opera House is?"
"Yes, I do."
Abe nodded, "It's on Royal Avenue."
...
In the evening, Count Karl arrived at the National Opera House by carriage. Sharin was already there, accompanied by a little girl.
"Count Karl!"
"Good evening, young lady!"
"Good evening!"
Count Karl greeted them with a smile, "Let's go inside first."
"Yes, sir."
Sharin nodded and handed the tickets to the security personnel. She led Count Karl straight to the opera house's lobby.
Many performers were preparing for the evening's show.
"Tonight's performance is 'Archangel Slays the Flame Demon,' and there will be musicians from the National Opera House. Many of their accomplished musicians have come."
Sharin led Count Karl to Monica, who was already there, and greeted her with a smile, "Monica, it's been a while."
"Sharin!"
Monica was a woman in her forties, with noticeable wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her beauty remained undiminished.
"It has been a while. How did you end up here?"
"My daughter insisted on watching the performance, and an old gentleman asked me to inquire about something. So, I thought I'd bring you along," Sharin smiled and introduced Karl, "Count Karl, Monica was my childhood playmate. Feel free to ask her anything."
"Hello, Monica." Count Karl nodded, "I have a friend who joined the National Opera House's orchestra about thirty years ago to play the divine song. Her name is Jenny. Do you know anything about her?"
"Jenny? Thirty years ago?" Monica frowned, thinking hard before shaking her head, "She was my senior, but she's probably not with the opera house anymore. Otherwise, I would've heard of her."
"I see," Count Karl understood, "Could you help me find out about her?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to help the Count," Monica smiled, "I'm at your service."
Jenny was a friend of Count Karl's, and they had known each other for many years. They even spent time together in the Black Swamp, but since he went to the Magic Forest, they had lost touch.
Jenny, a girl from the countryside with some singing talent, what could have become of her if she wasn't at the opera house?
(End of Chapter)
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