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Chapter 280: The Sickness
Chapter 280: The Sickness
Lying on the bed, Karl's body was enveloped in soft blankets, his pale face allowing the physician to examine him.
"There's nothing wrong."
The doctor put away his stethoscope and spoke softly, "The Earl is just getting old, and during special weather conditions, it's natural for the body to feel weak, especially since the internal organs are not as robust as those of a younger person. With proper care, he'll be fine."
"Hmm."
Karl closed his eyes, his voice weak, "Please see the doctor out."
"Yes, sir."
Terry, the butler, responded and arranged for a carriage to send the doctor back to the city.
Only Abe remained in the room.
As Karl's 'apprentice', he held a special position in the manor, almost like a semi-master.
"Earl," Abe spoke softly, "The basement's been cleaned up, and that monster... the evil spirit has disappeared."
Only he knew the reason for Karl's sudden weakness and fatigue.
The evil spirit that had been in the basement for centuries was now gone, a testament to Karl's strength.
"Hmm."
Karl nodded slowly, "Abe."
"Yes, sir?"
"I kept you here to help me seal the evil spirit in the basement, and now that it's gone, it's time for you to consider your next move."
"Huh?" Abe's face paled.
Although Karl rarely taught him directly, his casual words and the books he casually gave Abe were enough to solve his cultivation problems.
In just a few months, Abe had successfully created a Zero Circle Wizardry, steadily advancing towards the intermediate wizardry apprentice level, something he had never dared to imagine before.
This was a stark contrast to his previous training with his 'Master'.
However, Karl didn't plan to keep Abe by his side forever. He closed his eyes and said, "Do you know about the Black Swamp?"
"I've heard of it," Abe's eyes flickered, "Some wizardry apprentices say it's a holy land for wizardry cultivation, and many people practice there."
"Holy land?" Karl chuckled, "That's not entirely wrong. The Black Swamp is indeed the only path to the holy land."
He lifted his finger, and several books appeared on the edge of the bed.
"You've been learning wizardry from me for a while, so consider these wizardry books as a parting gift."
"Go to the Black Swamp. If you ever earn the qualification to go to the Kalim Continent, come back and see me. But remember, don't tell anyone that you learned from me, not a single person. Unless, of course, you don't want to go to that holy land."
"Earl!" Abe's face turned white.
"Go and pack your things," Karl waved his hand, "You won't learn anything more from me."
"I understand," Abe clenched his teeth, his heart filled with reluctance as he bowed and retreated.
Karl's expression remained blank.
After the lich's desperate counterattack, his inner sea of consciousness had suffered severe damage, and during this time, he would avoid any unnecessary movements.
"Never underestimate other wizards, especially a Third Circle Warlock who has lived for who knows how many years."
"Just a remnant soul, and it almost capsized my boat. Fortunately, the harvest was not bad."
After 'consuming' the remnant soul of the lich Addison, he directly acquired a Fourth Circle bloodline wizardry heritage.
He also gained some understanding of the Kalim Continent through the remnant soul.
The lich's cultivation method...
'It's a pity that Connie's Triple Disciple Technique is incomplete. Unless I have the essence blood, I can only transform into a lower-tier existence. If I could become a lich, my lifespan would also be extended to some extent.')
A lich's lifespan was more than double that of a normal wizard.)
However, this wasn't a significant concern for Karl.
As a Third Circle Warlock, his lifespan could reach a thousand years, and he wasn't even a hundred years old yet, meaning he still had a long life ahead of him.
"Tap, tap..."
"Enter!"
The door opened, and two women walked in, one after the other.
Remille, in her Louis persona, led the way, looking at the immobile Karl on the bed with a smirk, "I heard you're gravely ill. Do you need a divine blessing?"
"..." Karl was speechless. "No need for that."
Most divine spells only worked on the faithful, and blessings could turn into punishments for unbelievers. Remille was well aware that Karl's body was fine; she was simply teasing him.
"Earl," Sally spoke up, unaware of the underlying reason. "The blessing of Bishop Louis is something many desire but cannot obtain."
"Yes," Karl sighed. "Thank you for arranging the doctor's visit."
"It's my duty," Sally bowed. "The outskirts of the city have a better environment, but it's not convenient for medical treatment. I heard you were unwell, so I brought a doctor with me."
"Fortunately, Earl, you're in good health."
"That's very thoughtful of you," Karl nodded, about to say something when his gaze shifted to Abe at the door.
"Are you all packed?"
"Yes."
Abe nodded, glancing at Remille subconsciously before quickly averting his eyes.
He knew that Remille was an angel, and in the eyes of angels, wizard apprentices were nothing more than heretics.
"I've left a few things for you. Go and ask Terry for them."
Karl waved his hand. "Let's go!"
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"...Abe's eyes turned red. "Thank you, Master!"
This time, Karl did not deny it.
"The Black Swamp."
As he saw Abe off, a divine light flashed in Remille's eyes, and she turned to Karl. "It seems you still want to leave."
"Not really," Karl shrugged.
He had sent Abe to the Black Swamp with the intention of having him gather information and seek an opportunity to travel to the Calim Continent.
Sally looked puzzled, unable to understand the hidden meaning in their conversation. To them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor.
Karl asked, "How's the situation on the front lines?"
Remille's expression turned somber.
It was terrible!
The Sun God's army had been winning battle after battle, and even the angels couldn't turn the tide.
The key issue was...
The other deities claimed to be giving their all, but in reality, they were watching as the Dawn Lord gradually weakened.
How foolish!
Even Remille could see that if the Sun God emerged victorious, he would never spare the other deities.
Unifying the Divine Realm was his true intention!
"I've come to ask for a few things."
"Of course," Karl smiled.
"Just bring the items, especially the ones from above."
"..." Remille clenched her teeth and agreed. "I'll need some time to gather them."
The Tier 2 Runes crafted by Karl were not weak, especially those meant for protection, which could be very useful in critical moments.
As for the items from above...
They were naturally artifacts from the Divine Realm.
Karl needed Essence, which was related to deities, and artifacts from the Divine Realm often contained a certain amount of Essence.
"Hmm..."
Looking at Remille, Karl seemed to have an idea. "You're not planning to be a middleman, are you?"
Remille flipped through the silver coins.
She was indeed acting as a middleman.
Even angels didn't want to die, and wizard artifacts could be very useful in certain situations.
"Miss Sally."
Karl shook his head and turned to Sally, who had been looking puzzled. "My health is deteriorating, and I don't think I can hold on for much longer. I plan to post a notice in the newspaper."
"In Signa City, I have a junior named Connie. I hope he can come here to take over my property and title."
"Earl, please reconsider," Sally urged. "You'll be fine."
Seeing Karl's insistence, she could only nod.
"Alright!"
"I'll arrange for an announcement in the next issue of the newspaper, hoping your junior can see it."
Remille's face was filled with sarcasm.
She knew very well that Karl was practically immortal, and he was probably creating a new identity for himself.
(End of Chapter)
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