Chapter 87: Gamp Transformation Technique

Chapter 87: Gamp Transformation Technique



Having recruited sailors to catch the water monkeys, all that's left is to wait for the delivery, and a thought can be put to rest.

Several days later...

Swamp Alliance.

Karl and Siebel arrived at a three-story tavern, one after the other, at the Alliance's outpost.

Siebel's face was flushed with excitement as she spoke:

"Modality and Oma possess Second-Level Wizard Talents. At such a young age, they are already Intermediate Wizard Apprentices, and in less than two years, they will become High Wizard Apprentices. Who knows, they might even become Wizards in the future."

She turned her head slightly and added, "If we get along well with them, it will bring many benefits in the future."

"Mmm." Karl nodded. "Will Lawson and Heidi be coming too?"

"Yes." Siebel pulled him into the tavern and said, "There are a few more friends joining us. Don't be too uptight; it's just a gathering of young people."

The Lionhead Tavern was owned by a High Wizard Apprentice, and the liquor sold there was said to be from a legendary Dwarven source, with a slight effect of enhancing one's spiritual power.

Of course, the price was not cheap.

Unlike the taverns in Signo City, the atmosphere here was quieter and the environment more elegant.

The walls were adorned with exquisite murals, and the wooden tables and chairs glowed warmly under the dim yellow light. The faint scent of alcohol and wood filled the air, making one feel relaxed and refreshed.

Patrons removed their hats and untied their robes, conversing in low voices or toasting and drinking without disturbing each other.

In the corner, there was even a minstrel gently strumming a harp, adding a touch of romance to the scene.

The two went straight to the third floor and entered a private room.

The room was already occupied by several guests, and in the main seats sat a man and a woman—none other than Modality and Oma, as Siebel had mentioned.

Both were Intermediate Wizard Apprentices with Second-Level Wizard Talents.

Modality's mentor was a Full Wizard and one of the four founders of the Swamp Alliance.

He had a striking appearance with a majestic demeanor, dressed casually, but his nobility couldn't be concealed.

Oma had a more gentle aura, always wearing a faint smile and speaking in a calm and harmonious tone.

Her mentor was just an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, but with good fortune, she had taken on such an extraordinary disciple.

Now, the disciple's strength had surpassed that of her mentor.

"Siebel."

Oma smiled and waved, "Come and sit, we've been waiting for you."

"Oma." Siebel gestured with her hand, "This is my junior brother, Karl. You must have heard of his name. Karl, this is Oma and Modality..."

"Of course, I've heard of him." Oma smiled and pursed her lips, "A Junior Wizard Apprentice defeating an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice in a duel is a story that has spread throughout the Swamp Alliance."

"Siebel..."

"For you, Karl, to dare to risk your life and duel with someone, it's truly enviable."

The others nodded in agreement, casting curious glances at Karl.

"It's fine." Siebel said, "It's fine."

Most who heard this story believed that there was more to their relationship than just being senior and junior siblings.

They should be a loving couple.

It was no wonder others thought so; after being saved, Siebel couldn't help but feel that Karl had a soft spot for her.

Alas...

'Some people are just thick-headed!'

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Karl.

"Hello, Oma and Modality. It's a pleasure to meet you." Karl greeted the two with a bow.

He hadn't expected that Siebel had already made so many acquaintances in the Swamp Alliance in such a short time.

And their relationship seemed quite good.

But he didn't know that he was the reason for this, as their senior and junior sibling status made them somewhat famous.

If some were curious, others were willing to befriend them, but Karl's reclusive nature kept him unaware of this.

"Karl, take a seat."

Compared to Oma's enthusiasm, Modality's demeanor was more casual, with a subtle air of superiority.

She wasn't intentionally aloof, but it was hard to get close to her.

"Here!"

"Try this strong liquor."

Modality raised her glass and smiled, "Speaking of the Lionhead Tavern, its name actually comes from a legendary Dwarf."

"What a pity!"

"Long, long ago, the Dwarves were driven from this land by the gods because they refused to change their faith. Many things related to them have disappeared."

"Dwarves?" Someone asked curiously, "Are there really Dwarves?"

"Of course!" Modality nodded,

"Not only Dwarves, but also Giants, Elves, and even Vampires, but that's all in the past. Now, even if there are remnants of these races left on this continent, they hide in places where the sun never shines."

"These stories are recorded in ancient books that document historical events."

"The books you have access to are probably beyond our qualifications." Someone smiled and raised their glass,

"But being able to drink this liquor and hear these ancient stories is already satisfying."

"Thank you, Modality, for sharing this with us."

"We're all of similar ages and should be exchanging ideas." Modality smiled, "Let's gather more often in the future..."

Karl found a seat and listened attentively, occasionally sipping his drink.

He was self-aware, knowing that today's gathering centered around Modality and Oma.

Others like Siebel and Lawson, who had the potential to become High Wizard Apprentices, could contribute a few words.

But those like him and Heidi were just there to fill the numbers.

Or like the others, they could chime in and become familiar faces in front of the main characters, considering the future.

If it weren't for the previous incident, Modality might not have remembered his name.

Hmm? This pastry tastes good.

Karl's gaze lowered, and he picked up another pastry and brought it to his mouth.

'Where there are people, there is a world of its own, and today's gathering is indeed a networking opportunity for Modality, and perhaps a chance to establish a faction within the newly formed Swamp Alliance.'

'Has the Swamp Alliance already divided into factions? Everyone here, whether I've met them or just heard of them, seems to be part of Modality's mentor's faction.

"Hmm?"

As the thought crossed Karl's mind, his gaze shifted, and to his surprise, he spotted a familiar face in the corner—none other than the salesman, Bunyan!

Despite not possessing wizard talent, he had also come to attend this gathering.

Bunyan sat beside a female wizard apprentice, attentively serving her food and drink.

The two were very close, their bodies almost touching, occasionally leaning in to whisper to each other.

"You know Bunyan," said a man with a defeated aura sitting next to Karl.

"I'm Bach, an intermediate wizard apprentice with not much of a future."

"Karl," Karl raised his cup in greeting. "So, you're Bach, the bloodline wizard who helps people modify their bodies?"

"Yes," Bach nodded. "Did you hear about me from Bunyan as well?"

"Indeed," Karl smiled.

His choice of seating wasn't random; it was precisely because of Bach beside him.

"Speaking of which, when I was in Signo City, I met a wizard apprentice who was also on the path of a bloodline wizard."

Karl spoke softly, "Unfortunately, he was killed when the Cologne army stormed the city."

"Is that so?" Bach paused slightly. "What about that wizard's legacy..."

"Signo City has fallen, and his legacy should be in the hands of the Cologne army," Karl said, seeing the regret on Bach's face, he added, "But I found a book called 'Transmutation Guide' amidst the chaos of war. It should be something he left behind."

"Transmutation Guide?" Bach's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course," Karl replied.

"Apprentice Bach, I'm actually quite interested in the path of a bloodline wizard."

"Hmm?" Bach raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing.

He wasn't foolish; he could tell that Karl had intentionally brought up the topic. However, the 'Transmutation Guide' was also crucial to him.

"What do you want? Magic stones? If it's the complete version of the 'Transmutation Guide,' I'm willing to offer five magic stones for it."

"No, no!" Karl shook his head. "I said I'm interested in the path of a bloodline wizard. You can exchange it for the 'Gamp Transfiguration Technique.'"

Gamp,

A renowned bloodline wizard, whose five rules of transfiguration are the standard for bloodline wizards.

No creation from nothing!

No change in quantity!

No transformation of magical items!

…………

Gamp the wizard made an outstanding contribution to promoting the path of bloodline wizards, and most of the bloodline wizard legacies within the Kingdom of Gondor are connected to him.

"You know about the 'Gamp Transfiguration Technique'? It seems you have a deep understanding of bloodline wizard knowledge."

Bach shrugged, "But unfortunately, the owner of this book is my mentor, Jin, and without his permission, I can't sell it externally."

"That's a shame..." Karl frowned and sighed,

"It's a pity!

"No matter, even if we can't trade knowledge, I'm glad to have met Apprentice Bach."

"It's not entirely impossible..." Bach looked at Karl and lowered his voice,

"When learning bloodline wizard magic, I habitually take notes. I can exchange my notes for your 'Transmutation Guide.'"

"Notes?" Karl asked lightly, "I wonder if your notes include the 'Gamp Transfiguration Technique.'"

"Yes," Bach replied,

"I won't disappoint you. If you're not convinced, we can go to the Alliance for certification."

Karl slowly nodded.

Bach was clearly planning a roundabout trade. He couldn't directly trade the book, but including its content in the notes wouldn't count.

…………

Night.

Karl held a thick stack of 'notes' in his arms and placed them on the table.

"I've made a profit, and energy needed for this!"

Just a quick flip through the notes, and he realized he might have stumbled upon a treasure, gaining an advantage.

Robert's bloodline wizard legacy was complete, lacking only the Heartstone.

It even included the path to becoming a full wizard.

Alas.

The extensive discussion was challenging for Karl, who lacked a bloodline wizard foundation, making his study of it laborious.

Conversely,

Bach's study notes appeared chaotic but intentionally concealed certain information, making them ideal for beginners.

Various scattered descriptions from different angles allowed Karl to better understand the path of a bloodline wizard.

Many previously puzzling questions now had answers.

"Transmutation and transformation are fundamentally different approaches. I never realized the difference before."

"Match to Needle!"

Holding a matchstick, he cast the transfiguration spell.

The matchstick trembled in his hand, visibly transforming into a sharp needle at a speed perceivable by the naked eye.

However, it only lasted briefly, and as his mental power withdrew, the needle reverted to a matchstick.

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"Indeed..."

Karl sighed,

"One true sentence is worth a thousand volumes of false teachings. Sometimes, without guidance, certain problems remain unsolved no matter how hard you think."

"No loss!"

"This deal is a win!"

With the assistance of potions, Karl's journey on the path of a wizard accelerated once more. His mental power increased day by day.

However,

Perhaps it was due to Karl's improved cultivation or the unique nature of the Light of Wisdom potion.

The potion obtained from the Swamp Alliance was less effective than the Light of Wisdom.

But it was still better than arduously cultivating a fourth-level wizard talent.

Within a month, Karl successfully constructed the Zero-Ring Spell Wave Guardian in his Inner Sea of Spirit, occupying a significant portion of his mental power. He even had to temporarily abandon the constructed Minor Force Field.

Fortunately, reconstructing the spell later wouldn't be too challenging.

This was somewhat similar to managing spell slots in video games. The lower the mental power, the fewer spell slots available, requiring the release of a spell to free up a slot.

Foreign World.

Freedom City.

Karl's expression darkened as he followed his guides into a slum, eventually reaching a low-lying courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard lay a wooden board with a corpse draped in white cloth.

"Waa... Waa..."

Several women and children knelt beside the corpse, sobbing quietly.

Karl stepped forward and lifted the white cloth.

Beneath it lay the lifeless body of Blackbeard Gray, his face swollen and his chest cavity hollowed out, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh.

"My brother was killed by a Water Monkey," someone cried.

"A crazed Water Monkey rushed onto the ship, and my brother fought fiercely with them to protect the crew," another explained.

"In the end..."

"My brother is dead! Killed by the Water Monkeys!"

"My condolences," Karl said, his expression unreadable, as he covered Gray's body again.

"Where's Charles?"

"He's severely injured and needs time to recuperate. I'm Karl, Gray's younger brother."

Compared to his brother, Karl was thinner, and his eyes darted about as he spoke, giving off an untrustworthy vibe.

While he spoke of his brother's death, his face also carried a pained expression, but there was no sign of sadness.

He entered the courtyard, and the people kneeling and wailing on the ground didn't even bother to greet him, making him seem like an outsider.

"So..." Karl took a deep breath and said, "Did the mission fail?"

"Well..." Karl's eyes flickered, and he replied, "It's not a complete failure. In the end, Gray and the others managed to capture a Water Monkey."

"Just one?" Karl frowned and then sighed lightly, "One is better than none. Bring it over."

"Let's not rush," Karl said, rubbing his hands together. The sadness of losing a family member had disappeared from his face, replaced by the cunning of a seasoned merchant.

"Mr. Karl, how about we settle the payment first?"

"Cash on delivery," Karl waved his hand, "Where's the Water Monkey?"

"Well..." Karl's face was uncertain, but he still waved his hand at the group behind him and shouted, "Bring that beast over here!"

"Yes, sir."

The group quickly went to the backyard and returned, dragging a drowsy Water Monkey.

This Water Monkey was small in stature and obviously not yet an adult. Its body was covered in wounds, and its bones were visible through its thin flesh.

Karl's expression turned unpleasant, and even with his usually good temper, he couldn't help but comment, "Why is it so small?"

In this situation...

Whether it could be used or not was questionable.

"It's this big!" Karl exclaimed, "People come in all shapes and sizes, and so do Water Monkeys. You didn't specify that a small one wouldn't do."

"..." Karl was speechless.

He shook his head and tossed a purse of coins to Karl before walking towards the Water Monkey.

Just as he bent down to pick up the Water Monkey.

"Wait!"

Karl, holding the purse, looked puzzled, "Why is there only a thousand serenity coins?"

"Three thousand?" Karl turned, "Three thousand is for three Water Monkeys."

"It's been almost a month, and you were supposed to bring three Water Monkeys within half a month. Now, there's only one, and I'm already being generous with a thousand."

"That's not acceptable!" Karl shook his head, "It was agreed upon three thousand, and my brother died because of this. How can you only give a thousand?"

Stepping forward, he said, "With only a thousand serenity coins, you can't take the Water Monkey with you!"

Hmm? Karl's expression darkened, and his body straightened, exuding the powerful aura of a Peak Knight.

"What?"

He glared at Karl, his voice cold, "You disagree?"

It was supposed to take half a month, but it took a month. Three Water Monkeys became one, and it was still a young Water Monkey.

In this situation, Karl was being generous, considering their dead friend, but they were still reluctant?

...

Karl froze in his tracks.

He didn't react, but the group behind him spoke up.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Coercion?"

"Karl, don't be afraid of him!"

"..."

With the support of the group behind him, Karl gained confidence and said, "For this Water Monkey, my brother died, and others were injured. A thousand serenity coins is not enough, is it?"

"Three thousand!"

He shouted, "Give me three thousand serenity coins, and then you can leave!"

"Hmph..." Karl scoffed, picking up the Water Monkey from the ground, no longer interested in arguing, "I want to see how you'll stop me."

He took a step forward.

"Stop!"

Karl roared, "I said stop! Without the money, you can't..."

Before he could finish, he felt a blow to his chest, and his entire body flew into the air before crashing to the ground.

He rolled on the ground a few times and spat out blood.

"Pfft!"

Karl's body trembled and he lost his breath.

"You're asking for it!"

Karl's expression darkened, and he slowly withdrew.

...

In a certain cottage.

Charles, who was supposed to be severely injured, was lively, drinking and eating meat, with no sign of sadness for his deceased friend.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, and someone rushed in.

"First Mate!"

"Pfft!" Charles spat out a bone, "Call me Captain!"

"Gray is dead, and his ship is mine. I've been the First Mate for over a decade, and I'm tired of the title."

"Yes, Captain!" The visitor quickly corrected himself.

Charles nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Karl is dead!"

"Dead?"

"Yes."

The visitor nodded, "Karl demanded the remaining three thousand serenity coins, but the alchemist killed him directly."

"Killed?" Charles's expression turned solemn, "He dared to take action."

Karl had come to collect the money, and they had expected him to refuse or offer less.

But they hadn't anticipated that he would kill someone!

This little-known alchemist turned out to be a ruthless man.

"Hmph!"

Charles coldly hummed, wiping his mouth, "I can't let the killer of my friend go unpunished!"

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