Wizard, I have a different world

This is a small independent bedroom with a solid door fixed by iron bars on both sides.

The spider webs in the corners, the dust on the ground, the abandoned kerosene lamps, etc., all indicate that no one has lived here for a long time.

At a certain moment.

The void in the middle of the room rippled like the surface of the water, and a figure quietly appeared across the ripples.

It was Carl!

Carl held a broadsword and looked around carefully before slowly walking to the door and lifting the iron bars.

"Ka..."

The rusty iron door rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound, which also paused his movements.

'I really don't want to come here! '

Walking out of the room and looking up at the sky, Carl, who had lost his absolute rationality, felt depressed unconsciously.

The gray fog covered the sky, making it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

You can only vaguely see a broken crimson star hanging in the sky, which has never changed from beginning to end.

Every time I come, it's like this.

The 'moon' of this world does not move with the passage of time, and even robs the authority of the scorching sun.

The broken crimson moon and the fixed starry sky all indicate that he is no longer in the original world.

It is not only the sky that is cold and gloomy, but also the breath that penetrates into the body all the time.

This is Black City.

A place rich in black stone.

Judging from the spire towers, stone buildings, and complex carvings that can be seen everywhere, Black City should have been prosperous.

And the living standards of ordinary people are even higher than those of Signo City.

However, as someone discovered the underground black stone veins, this place gradually became a mining city.

The wealthy people fled early.

Those who stayed behind became miners, who not only needed to work, but also had to endure the invasion of the underground Yin Qi, and lived a precarious life.

Tightening his things, Carl stepped forward with a broadsword in his hand, and his eyes shrank after just two steps.

An animal corpse, not sure whether it was a wolf or a dog, lay in the middle of the road, and some carrion flies buzzed around the corpse.

Although it was just a corpse, he seemed very alert and made a long detour to avoid the corpse before continuing to move forward.

From time to time, hideous cracks of different sizes can be seen on the road, like scars on the earth.

It is said that the terrain changes caused by over-exploitation have made the originally flat ground rugged and uneven.

The cracks spewed smoke, sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Ordinary people would get seriously ill if they were slightly exposed to it, so they could only try to avoid it.

There are also abandoned pits, which are pitch black and lead directly to the ground.

The dark alleys and deserted houses with no one seem to hide many strange creatures, spying on the living people outside.

Carl's body was tense, and he moved forward quickly and quietly. After crossing two blocks, he could see the target from a distance.

"Huh..."

He breathed a sigh of relief. At the signal of the two men in black, he put away his broadsword and walked into a bustling long street with people.

Laka Market.

A market in the upper part of the Black City.

"Rat meat, fresh and unrotten rat meat, half a black stone for one portion!"

"The best Kalia sword, sharp and light, the best choice for killing those half-dead creatures..."

"Clean water! Filtered clean water, without any impurities, only one black stone can buy ten liters..."

The vendors kept shouting, with a hint of helplessness in their enthusiasm.

The living environment of the residents of Black City is extremely harsh. Mining the veins has caused serious pollution of the underground water veins, and food is also in serious shortage. Except for the high-ranking mine supervisors, few people can eat fresh food.

Even rotten meat can be put on the table.

"Cologne!"

Karl came to a stall familiarly, squatted down and asked:

"Last time you said there was a way to get started with breathing techniques?"

Although they are two worlds, they have many similarities, such as language and breathing techniques, and even words have something in common.

Maybe.

Have these two worlds been in contact a long time ago?

"It's you." Cologne is skinny, one of his eyes was pecked out by a dark crow, and he wears an eye patch all day.

Recognizing someone, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and his disgusting tone made Carl lean back subconsciously.

"The breathing method is the key for ordinary people to become knights. Any family with inheritance will not sell it casually?"

"Yes."

Karl's expression remained unchanged and he put the milk bucket on the ground:

"Fresh milk!"

"Gurgle..." Cologne's throat rolled, he licked the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and smiled at him with narrowed eyes:

"My friend, you can always get good things. I can't remember the last time I drank fresh milk."

"But..."

He shook his head and sighed:

"The man with the breathing method in his hand doesn't want these."

"Oh!"

Karl frowned:

"What does he want?"

"Hush..." Cologne leaned forward and whispered:

"A way to leave Black City."

"Karl, you can get fresh milk, you should not be an ordinary person, can you help people leave Black City?"

"Heh..."Karl rolled his eyes:

"What do you think?"

"I can get food for other reasons. If I am really noble, would I come to you to find the breathing method?"

Cologne was silent.

That's right!

A real superior person will never lack the breathing method.

After a pause, he said:

"Mrs. Die's caravan will depart in half a month. If you want to join her caravan, you need 2,000 black stones."

"This is the only way I know to leave Black City."

"Two thousand black stones?" Carl's face darkened. He didn't have any black stones. He shook his head bluntly:

"I can't take it out."

"Then there's no way." Cologne spread his hands:

"I also want to make this deal, but that person just wants to leave Black City and is not interested in food. There's really no way."

"Humph!"

Carl snorted and picked up the milk bucket to leave.

"Don't!"

Cologne reached out and grabbed him, whispering:

"I'll show you something good."

As he said that, he took out a metal sleeve from his back, fiddled with it for a while, and it made a cracking sound.

"Do you recognize it?"

"Sleeve arrow?"

Carl spoke uncertainly.

"Yes!"

Cologne nodded heavily:

"My friend is not an ordinary person. Only some nobles know this thing. I got it with great difficulty."

"This set of hidden arrows is made by a master craftsman. It can be adjusted to fit the arm. There are three arrows hidden in it. Even the knight's squires will find it difficult to avoid it within seven steps. If it is coated with poison, even the knight may be shot and killed."

"In addition to the three arrows that come with the hidden arrows, I will give you six more, which can be replaced when they are used up."

Karl's eyes lit up.

He dared not think about shooting the knight, but being able to deal with the knight's squire was enough for him.

"Of course."

Cologne grinned:

"If you want it, a bucket of milk is not enough."

Karl didn't say much nonsense. He took five pounds of pickled meat from his body and pointed to a clock on the stall.

"Give me this."

"No problem."

Seeing the deal was done, Cologne was excited:

"My friend has good taste. I found this clock from a noble estate. The outer layer is plated with gold."

"What a shame!"

He sighed:

"If it were a few decades ago, this kind of thing would be worth a lot of money. Now it is not as good as water."

Karl smiled.

He just liked the gold on the surface of the clock. Even if there is no gold, it can be regarded as a work of art.

The complex craftsmanship, gears, and engravings of the clock have a unique aesthetic. It should be able to sell for a good price in another world.