A few days later.
Monica sent a ssage through soone.
Decades ago, a woman nad Jenny did indeed co to the National Opera House, and her vocal talent was astonishing, making a na for herself in just a few months.
Later, as she aged, her voice changed, and she gradually beca marginalized in the theater.
She soon left the opera house.
Since then, she has disappeared without a trace. I heard from the older generation that Jenny left the Royal City and went elsewhere.
"Alas!"
Carl sighed:
"Jenny and I corresponded back then, and she didn’t ntion these things, only talked about how good life was."
"She probably didn’t want you to worry." Shalin, who was visiting today, dined together at the table:
"Now the situation is chaotic. Trying to find old friends who you haven’t contacted in decades is not easy."
"Forget it." Carl shook his head slightly:
"Everyone has their own fate. Even if I find her, I can’t bring back the feelings of my youth."
"Yes." Shalin agreed:
"Earl, you ntioned wanting to find a steward for the manor. I suggest you could advertise in the newspaper."
"Advertisent?" Carl looked up:
"Is this your newspaper’s idea?"
"Yes." Shalin said:
"Our newspaper plans to develop new revenue streams, and we will dedicate part of the front page to advertising. With a small fee, you can let the entire Royal City know. Isn’t it a great deal?"
"Other papers have already made changes. If we don’t change, we will be left behind."
"Hmm." Carl nodded, took a piece of wheat bread and began to chew. The soft bread and wheat aroma combined perfectly:
"This bread is well made."
"I have no problem with advertising, but I like peace. It won’t work if just anyone cos. Can the newspaper help screen them?"
"This..." Shalin thought for a mont and said:
"We can."
Advertising with the newspaper is not cheap. As the newspaper’s first advertiser, she’s willing to give so privileges.
At worst, set strict conditions, verify identities first, and then co in for interviews.
"That’s good."
Carl wiped his hands with a napkin and stood up:
"I’ll wait for your good news."
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Otherworld.
Carl appeared at the base of the Fla Palace, reached out to grab a letter, and shook his head lightly after unfolding it.
"Intercept the Divine’s Favored..."
"I’m injured now, not convenient for action!"
No news for so long, it seems i Weiya is getting impatient, but Carl really can’t.
He also wanted to hunt the Divine’s followers to increase strength, but alas, willing yet unable.
After replying to the other side, Carl turned back to the Divine Domain Fragnt, continuing to train in the ’Source Sea ditation thod’.
Currently, his spiritual power is insufficient to support constructing Third Ring Witchcraft; he must prioritize enhancing his spiritual power.
Ti slowly passed.
Half a year later.
Na: Carl
Constitution: 40.3
Spiritual Power: 30
Source Material: 0
Level: Second Tier Holy Knight, Second Ring Wizard
Abyss Bloodline Fusion: 62%
Since being afflicted by the soul centipede, almost a year has passed without a sliver of progress in constitution.
In fact, if not for the absolute control the Divine Domain Fragnt has over the body, it might have dropped below forty.
And spiritual power, has finally reached thirty.
"I borrowed Divine Gifts to comprehend the power of water, the essence of life, and touched on Third Tier knowledge early, laying the foundation for constructing Third Ring Witchcraft."
"The Source Sea ditation thod isn’t top-tier at the Sixth Ring Tower, but in the Magic Forest, it’s one of the leading Natural School Magic Doors, directly pointing to the Fourth Tier, which can sowhat reduce the difficulty of constructing Water Magic."
"With the absolute control of the Divine Domain Fragnt, I can construct the Life Source at the Second Tier."
After so reflection, Carl’s expression hardened.
Begin!
The minimum spiritual power of a Third Ring Wizard is fifty, it seems not much more than thirty, but in reality, it’s worlds apart.
The gap between Second Ring and Third Ring is despairingly large.
Just like now.
Even with the absolute rationality and control of the Divine Domain Fragnt, constructing the Life Source is still exceedingly taxing.
It’s akin to weaving a soft and complex garnt out of iron wires, extrely draining.
Half a month later.
Sitting in the middle of the manor’s flower garden, Carl looked vacant, his mind blank, with an expression of utter dejection.
"Earl?"
The manor’s overseer Terry is a man in his forties, his father was a Baron, but the title went to his brother, and their relationship was poor, leading him to wander outside since then.
With a noble upbringing and familiarity with the lives of the upper class, along with not minding being subservient due to identity, he beca the most suitable candidate for a steward.
In reality.
Carl interviewed a few people, and Terry’s excellence far surpassed the others, securing him the manor steward position.
"I’m fine."
Snapping back to his senses, Carl waved his hand:
"I’m old, and it’s inevitable to zone out sotis."
"Do you need to call a doctor to check your health?" Terry softly inquired:
"I know a Theologian at the church, he’s also a doctor, with very advanced Divine Arts and dical skills."
"No need." Carl shook his head:
"I just need a rest."
"...Alright." Terry didn’t insist:
"The weather is starting to cool. I’ll have soone bring over a blanket; it would be bad to catch a chill."
As for this ’master’, Terry was very satisfied.
Light workload,
Lots of money,
Pleasant temper.
Since coming to this manor, Terry’s days had never been so comfortable, and serving the Earl wasn’t shaful to speak of.
It’s just a pity.
Count Karl had no descendants, his body grew weaker by the day, often sitting or dazing for the whole day.
It made everyone worried about his health condition.
......
Days passed by one after another.
On this day.
Carl put down the bread in his hand and sighed:
"Changed hands?"
"Yes."
Terry nodded:
"The baker, Tami, had sothing co up at ho and resigned. If the Earl doesn’t like this taste, I’ll find a replacent."
"Forget it."
Carl waved his hand:
"Ask Bastin to prepare the carriage."
"Yes." Terry responded:
"I heard there will be many new items at the exhibition today, including a few Divine artifacts."
"Perhaps..."
"They might be for sale."
Carl’s eyes flickered.
His entertainnt activities in the Royal City were few, after all, being nearly seventy years old, many things were inconvenient to do.
The only hobby was attending various exhibitions.
Especially fond of collecting all sorts of bizarre things.
This is quite normal.
Many nobles enjoy collecting antiques and artworks, but Carl’s collection is relatively niche.
Most are related to the Divine.
According to him, it is out of a loyal faith in the Divine, not wanting these things to fall outside.
To this, Angel Remiller scoffed.
The real reason, of course, is Source Material; so antiques contain Source Material, although little, but even scraps are at.
The carriage drove along the road.
Life was comfortable, and Bastin seed younger by the day, as he waved the reins and pointed to a shop by the street, speaking:
"Count Karl, the forr manor cook’s skills ca from this Barro Bakery."
"The old lady at the bakery has been making bread for decades."
"Stop the carriage."
"Hmm?"
"I said, stop the carriage!"
"Yes."
Bastin hurriedly stopped the carriage, assisting Carl to alight.
"Barro Bakery."
Looking at the bakery before him, Carl’s gaze was complicated:
"So Jenny stayed in the Royal City all along, the Barro Choir, she still rembers the past."
"The guidance of fate..."
"Ah Ya, is this the blessing of the Fate Goddess?"
The blessing of the Fate Goddess would guide him to et those he wants to see, to encounter things he wants to do.
But,
Is this really a blessing?
Sotis forgetting is fortunate.
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