Carl lay on the bed, his body enveloped in soft bedding, his pale face allowing the doctor to examine him.
"There’s nothing wrong."
After the examination, the doctor put away the stethoscope and said softly:
"The Earl is just getting old, and in certain weather, the body is inevitably sowhat weak, especially the internal organs which are far from as functional as those of young people. As long as you take good care of yourself in the future, you’ll be fine."
"Hmm."
Carl closed his eyes, his voice weak:
"See the doctor out."
"Yes."
Butler Terry responded, arranging for the carriage to take the doctor back to the city.
Only Ah Bei was left in the room.
As Carl’s "apprentice", he held a special position in the estate, barely considered half a master.
"Earl."
Ah Bei spoke softly:
"The things in the basent have been cleared, and the monster... the evil spirit has also disappeared."
Only he knew why Carl had beco like this.
The sudden sense of exhaustion and tiredness was certainly related to the disappearance of that existence from the basent.
However, that evil spirit in the basent had existed for hundreds of years; the Earl being able to dispose of it showed his strength.
"Hmm."
Carl nodded slowly:
"Ah Bei."
"Here."
"I kept you at the estate to help seal the basent’s evil spirit; now that it’s gone, you should consider your next move."
"Ah?"
Ah Bei’s face turned white.
Although Carl rarely taught him knowledge, even casual remarks or random books could solve his cultivation problems.
In just a few months, Ah Bei had successfully constructed Zero Ring Magic, steadily advancing toward Interdiate Wizard Apprentice, sothing previously unimaginable.
It was completely different from the cultivation with his "tutor" before.
Yet, Carl didn’t intend to keep him around, and spoke with his eyes closed:
"You know of the Black Swamp?"
"I’ve heard of it." Ah Bei’s eyes moved slightly:
"So wizard apprentices say it’s a holy place for wizard cultivation, and many practice there."
"A holy place?" Carl chuckled:
"That saying isn’t wrong; the Black Swamp is indeed the only path to the holy place."
He lifted his finger, and several books appeared beside the bed.
"You’ve learned witchcraft from for a while, so take these witchcraft books as a farewell gift."
"Go to the Black Swamp; if one day you earn the qualification to go to Calim Continent, co back to see . But rember not to tell anyone you learned witchcraft here, not anyone, unless you don’t want to go to that so-called holy place."
"Earl!" Ah Bei’s face went pale.
"Go pack." Carl waved his hand:
"You’ve learned all you can from ."
"...Yes." Ah Bei gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling as he bowed his head and retreated step by step.
Carl’s face was expressionless.
During the witch demon’s desperate counterattack, he suffered severe trauma to his Spiritual Inner Sea, difficult to repair shortly; during this period, naturally, he shouldn’t move if he doesn’t have to.
"Never underestimate other wizards, especially a Third Ring Wizard who’s lived for countless years."
"Just a wisp of a residual soul almost caused to capsize; thankfully, the harvest is decent."
’Absorbing’ the residual soul of the witch demon Adison allowed him to directly acquire a Fourth Tier Bloodline Wizard inheritance.
Moreover, through the residual soul, he gained so understanding of the situation on Calim Continent.
Additionally,
Witch demon cultivation magic door...
’It’s a pity the Three Disks Skill that i Weiya gave is incomplete; unless there’s Essence Blood, it can only transform into a lower tier existence. If I could beco a witch demon, my lifespan could be extended.’
The lifespan of a witch demon is more than twice that of a normal wizard.
However, it’s not a major issue for Carl.
A Third Ring Wizard’s lifespan can reach a thousand years, and he’s not yet a hundred, with many years to live.
"Tap, tap..."
"Co in!"
The door opened, and two won walked in one after the other.
Dressed as Bishop Louis, Remiller walked in front, glancing at the bedridden Carl with a faint smile:
"I heard you’re seriously ill, do you need a divine blessing?"
"..." Carl was speechless:
"No need."
Most divine arts are only effective for believers; if one doesn’t have faith in the divine, the blessing turns into punishnt. Of course, Remiller knew Carl’s body was fine, and asked simply for the sake of mischief.
"Earl." Shalin was also present; naturally unaware of the reason, she suggested:
"Bishop Louis’s blessing is sothing many desire but few receive."
"Yes." Carl sighed:
"Sorry for troubling you with calling the doctor."
"It was necessary." Shalin bowed:
"Though the suburban environnt is good, it’s inconvenient for dical consultations; upon hearing you were sick, I brought the doctor over."
"Thankfully, Earl, you’re fine."
"Many thanks for your care." Carl nodded, about to say sothing when his gaze turned to Ah Bei standing by the door.
"All packed?"
"Yes."
Ah Bei responded, instinctively glancing at Remiller and hastily averting his gaze.
He knew very well that this main character was an Angel, and in the eyes of an Angel, wizard apprentices are heretics.
"I left you a few things, go to Terry to get them."
Carl waved his hand:
"Go on!"
"..." Ah Bei’s eyes reddened:
"Thank you, Tutor!"
This ti, Carl didn’t deny it.
"Black Swamp."
Watching Ah Bu leave, a divine light flickered in Remiller’s eyes; turning to Carl, she said:
"Seems you still wish to leave."
"Not quite." Carl shrugged.
Sending Ah Bei to the Black Swamp, of course, suggested an idea of gathering information, seeking opportunities to reach Calim Continent.
Shalin was completely baffled, unable to grasp the aning behind their words; to them, she was just an ordinary newspaper editor-in-chief.
Carl spoke:
"You returned from the front line, how’s the situation?"
Remiller’s face darkened.
Very bad!
The God of Intense Sun’s army won repeatedly on the battlefield; even Angels couldn’t reverse the situation.
The key issue...
The other deities claid to fully assist but actually watched as the Master of Dawn gradually weakened.
Foolish!
Even Remiller could see that if the God of Intense Sun won, other deities wouldn’t be spared.
Unified Divine Domain, that’s His aim!
"I’ve co to ask you for a few things."
"That’s easy." Carl smiled:
"You can trade for items, especially things from above."
"...Alright!" Remiller gritted her teeth and agreed:
"I’ll need ti to gather them."
Carl’s Second Tier Seal is potent, especially for saving lives; it’s very useful in critical monts.
As for things from above...
Naturally, they are artifacts from the Divine Domain.
Carl seeks Source Material related to the divine; items from the Divine Domain typically contain so Source Material.
"Hmm..."
Gazing at Remiller, Carl pondered:
"You’re not acting as an interdiary, are you?"
Remiller rolled her silver eyes.
She indeed was.
Even Angels don’t want to die, and in so situations, wizard items are very useful.
"Ms. Shalin."
Carl shook his head, looking at the always puzzled Shalin and spoke:
"My health’s deteriorating; I probably won’t last much longer. I’m planning to publish a notice in the newspaper."
"I have a junior in Sigerno City nad Conni; I hope he will co here to inherit my estate and title."
"Earl." Shalin advised:
"You’ll be fine."
Seeing Carl’s insistence, she could only nod:
"Alright!"
"I’ll arrange for a notice in the next issue of the newspaper, hoping your junior will see it."
Remiller’s face showed mockery.
She knew well that Carl is nowhere near dying; it’s likely he’s creating a new identity for himself.
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