Wizard, I have a different world

"Who?"

"There's an assassin!"

Old Harry rushed out of the room in a panic, and saw that Xibel's residence had become a ruin.

The acid mixed with highly toxic liquid merged into a torrent of water, raging in the courtyard like an out-of-control tornado.

Wherever it passed, houses collapsed and flowers and plants were crushed.

There seemed to be a figure wrapped inside, but under the corrosion of the acid, the flesh of the figure melted rapidly.

When it landed, only a pile of white bones with thousands of holes remained.

"Miss!"

Old Harry jumped up, stepped on a few raised ground, avoided the acid and jumped in front of Xibel.

"Senior sister."

Carl's movements were faster.

After the acid landed, he appeared beside Xibel, stretched out his hand to support her, and his face changed immediately:

"How are you?"

Xibel's situation was not right!

Because he discovered the assassin in time, the movement of the action also woke Xibel up, allowing her to successfully kill the assassin.

But he was also injured by the sudden assassination.

"Poison!"

Hibelle's face was livid, her body was cold, and she raised her left arm tremblingly, revealing a shallow scratch on it.

Her eyes were filled with fear, and her voice was trembling:

"Spirit poison!"

The scar was less than three centimeters, just scratching the skin and flesh, and it was not even considered an injury, but the strange poison had already flowed to her whole body.

Hibelle could feel her consciousness becoming blurred and her body becoming more and more stiff.

As a pharmacist, she knew very well what poison she had been poisoned with, and even more clearly what the consequences would be.

Death!

"No!"

Her lips trembled:

"I don't want to die yet!"

Few people can remain indifferent in the face of death, at least Hibelle can't do it, she is still very young.

"Senior sister."

Karl's voice was calm:

"Is there any way to detoxify?"

Detoxification?

Hibelle's eyes lit up, and a strong vitality burst out in her eyes, and her hands tightly grasped Karl's sleeves.

"Teacher!"

"Teacher may have a way!"

It's just a possibility. The poison of the spirit snail is too rare. She has only seen it in books, and it is very restraining to wizard apprentices.

But even if there was only a slight chance, she was unwilling to let it go.

"Then go find the mentor."

Carl said:

"Harry, I will take my sister to the Black Swamp to see the mentor first, and you will follow with the others."

"This..." Old Harry hesitated for a moment, glanced at Xibel, and then nodded heavily:

"Okay!"

He looked annoyed, and slapped himself hard on the cheek, each slap was solid.

"I failed to guard, old Harry deserves to die!"

As a guard, he was silently assassinated by an assassin who sneaked into the master's room. It was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Carl said coldly:

"Go prepare the best horse and the most stable carriage, and then ask the Chad family for some ice."

Cooling down the body, or even freezing it, can slow down the spread of most toxins in the body.

The Xuanling poison should be no exception.

"Yes."

Old Harry moved quickly, and soon he had prepared the carriage, and the carriage was full of ice.

Shivering, Xibel curled up in the ice pile, her lips turning black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go!"

The night was thick.

Carl waved the reins and controlled the carriage to head straight for the Black Swamp.

…………

Three days later.

The Black Swamp was already vaguely visible.

This was a forbidden area in the eyes of ordinary people.

Thick fog, invisible poisonous miasma, and a swamp that would trap you if you were not careful, which did not allow normal people to survive.

"Whoa!"

Carl gently pulled the reins and got out of the car.

In the carriage, Xibel's body had obviously stiffened, and her consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Because she had been in the ice pile for a long time, her skin had large patches of frostbite, and her long hair was covered with white frost.

Like an exquisite ice sculpture, it would break if touched lightly.

The once vibrant vitality was no longer there, and the fire of life was so weak that it could be easily blown out by a breeze.

"Senior sister."

Karl lifted the curtain and said:

"The carriage cannot enter the Black Swamp. We have to ride in and may even need to walk a distance."

"..." Xibel opened her eyes with great effort, her lips trembling:

"Okay."

Her voice was barely audible. If it weren't for Carl's good hearing, he wouldn't even be able to hear her speak.

Death,

is getting closer and closer to her.

The god of death may have come to her side, waiting for the last ray of life to run out so that he can swing his sickle to harvest the dead souls.

Choosing the stronger one of the two horses pulling the carriage, Carl picked up Xibel and jumped on the horse's back.

"Go!"

The horse's four hooves stepped and rushed into the thick fog.

The Black Swamp is a vast swamp, with some solid islands scattered in this swamp.

And the resident of the Swamp Alliance is on the largest "island".

In order to form an alliance, the gray-robed wizard Addison sent invitations to wizards from all over the Kingdom of Gondor.

So it's easy to enter the resident.

But,

a piece of news shocked Carl on the spot.

"Our mentor is dead?"

"Yes."

The person who was in charge of receiving Carl was Arthur, a senior wizard apprentice. He said he had a good relationship with Adolf.

The two were old friends.

"Adolf made great contributions to the alliance's development of the Black Swamp and exchanged a portion of Green Potion from the Gray Robe Wizard."

Arthur explained:

"After obtaining the Green Potion, Adolf chose to break through in seclusion without notifying anyone."

"pity……"

He sighed:

"The breakthrough failed, and he himself suffered a backlash from the astral energy, causing his head to explode and not even the fragments of his soul to be left behind."

"..." Karl opened his mouth:

"When did it happen?"

"It seems to have been almost two months." Arthur raised his head and silently calculated the time:

"It's two months, that's right!"

"Didn't anyone inform you?"

"No." Karl looked gloomy:

"No one said anything about it."

Wrong time!

More than a month ago, Tim summoned Sibel, but did not mention Adolf's death at all.

Will the other party forget such an important thing?

"Karl!" As he spoke, Tim, wearing a wizard's robe, hurried over with beads of sweat on his forehead:

"When did you come, and why didn't you summon me in advance?"

"Just arrived." Karl frowned and asked:

"Why didn't you notify us about the death of our mentor?"

"Mentor?" Tim raised his eyebrows and did not answer his question, but corrected him seriously:

"Karl, there is something wrong with your title. Your mentor has not met you more than three times and has not officially accepted you as a disciple."

"You can only be called teacher!"

"Ahem..." At this time, a confused Arthur coughed twice and interjected:

"According to the customs among wizards, if a will is not made in advance, after the wizard dies, his inheritance will be divided by his apprentices. They must be formal apprentices, and those who have learned from them will not be counted."

In the world of wizards, the relationship between master and apprentice is far better than that of blood relatives.

After all, apprentices will inherit the path of wizards from their predecessors, and ordinary people possessing wizard knowledge will only bring disaster.

In a formal master-disciple relationship, the title is not teacher but mentor.

If Karl calls Adolf his teacher, it means that he is not eligible to inherit the inheritance.

"teacher?"

Karl seemed to have guessed something, but failed to grasp the fleeting light of inspiration and said subconsciously:

"My mentor has taken me under his tutelage. There are letters to prove this. Tim, you can't help but know."

"I really don't know." Tim snorted coldly:

"It's not difficult to forge a letter, and the mentor has passed away. If you say it was written by him, then it was written by him?"

Adolf died two months ago!

Tim sent a summons to Mutan City to pick someone up!

Encounter an assassin in Mutan City!

apprentice!

In an instant, everything connected in a line, and all the doubts were explained.

"..." Karl looked directly at the other person and suddenly said:

"It turns out you were the assassin. You wanted to kill us and then take possession of the inheritance left by our mentor!"

"What did you say?" Tim's eyes changed slightly, a flash of panic flashed across his expression, and then he denied angrily:

"I don't even know what an assassin is?"

"Don't know?" Karl stepped forward and looked directly at the other person:

"You deliberately didn't tell us about the death of our mentor, but you asked us to go to Mutan City to pick up the younger generation of our mentor's family."

"Coincidentally, we encountered an assassin's assassination there. Senior sister and I... were almost killed!"

When he thought about the situation at that time, a surge of anger arose in his heart, and Karl clenched his fists.

He had never been so close to death!

"What do you want to do?"

Tim took a step back, his body glowing with witchcraft light:

"It was my mentor's arrangement to pick him up in Mutan City. As for not telling you that my mentor has passed away, it's just because I have a lot of things to do. It won't be too late to wait until Sibel comes."

"I told you on the way, it will only make junior sister and junior wife sad."

"Fart!" Karl stepped forward:

"You just want to monopolize your mentor's inheritance. Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence that an assassin would assassinate us?"

"pity……"

"You have never thought that the assassination failed. My senior sister and I both came to Black Swamp."

"Nonsense!" Tim was furious:

"The assassination you suffered has nothing to do with me. Who knows if you have offended anyone outside?"

"besides……"

"You are not the mentor's disciple at all!"

"No?" Karl said:

"The teacher's letter is the proof, and the senior sister is the proof."

"Letters can be forged, but as for Sibel..." Tim looked at Sibel lying on the bed with a sneer on his face:

"You asked her to get up and talk?"

Sibel was lying on the side, his consciousness was blurred, his breath was weak, and now he could not speak at all.

Even if you barely speak a word or two, the other party will still deny it by saying that you cannot speak clearly.

"Senior Arthur." Karl tilted his head and asked:

"My senior sister has been poisoned. I wonder if the Swamp Alliance can cure it?"

"This girl has practiced the zero-ring witchcraft of poison immunity, but she is still poisoned." Arthur sighed:

"This kind of poison is difficult to cure."

"It's the secretion of the whirling snail." There were not only a few of them, but also some onlookers.

One of them wore a pointed wizard hat and held a long wand in his hand. He squinted and said:

"The Whirling Snail is a special magical creature. I heard that the Hand of Shadow has specially bred a few of them."

"Oh!" Arthur nodded:

"Joyce, you have a lot of knowledge."

"Old sir." Karl took a step forward and asked:

"Can you solve it?"

"There is a chance to solve it." Joyce nodded slowly:

"The blood of the Death Crow can neutralize this toxin, and the Swamp Alliance can also buy this material."

"But..."

"It requires forty or fifty magic stones!"

The Death Crow is also a magical creature, and its number is rare. Killing it to get its blood will definitely not be cheap.

"Forty or fifty magic stones?" Carl's face changed slightly. All the things on him might not be that valuable when added together.

Hmm...

The 'Guna' armor can be worth a lot of magic stones, but it is something he uses to save his life and cannot be sold.

"Senior sister is the mentor's disciple. She is eligible to inherit the mentor's legacy. As long as she inherits the legacy, buying the materials will not be a problem."

"Senior Arthur."

Carl said:

"I want to share the legacy. I will use the legacy that senior sister should get to buy the antidote. When she wakes up, she will prove for me that I am the mentor's disciple. At that time, all problems will be solved."

"No!" Without waiting for Arthur to speak, Tim stopped him directly:

"The mentor's legacy has not been counted yet. I still have some finishing work here. It can only be divided after seven days."

Seven days?

Given Sibel's current situation, it is unknown whether he can survive seven hours, let alone seven days.

"Tim!"

Carl's face was gloomy:

"How dare you say that you have nothing to do with the assassination?"

"You clearly know that my senior sister can't hold on for seven days, you just want her to die so that you can monopolize the mentor's inheritance."

"Nonsense!" Tim raised his head, his face unchanged:

"I just follow the rules, no one can say I'm wrong!"

The two quarreled so fiercely that they attracted a lot of onlookers, and it was inevitable that there was a lot of discussion in the field.

In fact, everyone knew very well.

Tim has a problem!

But the key is that there is no evidence, and as he said, no one can say he is wrong if he follows the rules.

Now the person who is qualified to divide Adolf's inheritance is unconscious, and the qualification of the other person is questioned.

The situation is almost unsolvable!

Looking at Carl with a livid face, Tim showed a smug smile on his face and slowly straightened his body.

What if the assassination fails?

As long as he can survive Sibel, the inheritance will also be his.

As for Carl...

An apprentice who has only been in the wizard world for more than a year, there are plenty of ways to deal with it in the future.

"Everyone!"

Carl took a deep breath and looked around:

"Is there anyone willing to donate 40 or 50 magic stones to buy an antidote for my senior sister? When she recovers and inherits the estate, I will definitely pay her back double!"

Tim's face changed.

"Heh..." Someone in the field laughed:

"40 or 50 magic stones, what if she doesn't want to pay it back after she wakes up? Can you make the decision for her?"

"Good!"

"Yes!"

"..."

The profit of paying back double is big enough, but you have to be sure of it.

Most people in the wizard world are indifferent, and no one is willing to take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves.

Just like now.

They know that Tim has a problem, but no one is willing to step forward, and they are all watching the show.

"Don't worry!"

Carl said in a deep voice:

"Senior sister is not that kind of person, and when she wakes up, she will prove that I am also a disciple of Master Adolf and am also qualified to share the inheritance."

"If she doesn't pay it back, I will pay it back!"

"I can sign a document and use my share of the inheritance as collateral to ensure your income."

"It's not that simple." At this time, a lazy voice sounded, and Anslot, dressed in a white robe, walked out slowly from the crowd.

He nodded to Tim first, then said:

"The blood of the dead crow can indeed neutralize the secretions of the spiral snail, but it depends on the situation."

"If it was just poisoned, it would be easy to solve."

"But this intermediate wizard apprentice has been poisoned for three days, and the poison has penetrated deep into the body. Even if there is the blood of the dead crow, it may not work."

"Everyone..."

He looked around and said:

"If you are willing to give up the magic stone, you may lose everything and not get the so-called reward."

After these words fell, those who were originally tempted to retreat with eyes wide open, shaking their heads one by one to withdraw their plans.

Forty or fifty magic stones, most intermediate wizard apprentices only have so much in their lifetime accumulation.

Who dares to take risks?

And it will offend people.

Carl's face was gloomy:

"Who are you?"

"Anslot." Anslot put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly:

"Disciple of wizard Maya."

Maya?

One of the three official wizards in the alliance!

"Carl." Seeing no one answered, Tim showed a smug smile on his face:

"You seem to have forgotten who brought you into the door of the wizard world, and this is how you repay me?"

His voice sank:

"You haven't even constructed a zero-ring witchcraft, and now you are questioning an intermediate wizard apprentice."

"You still want to divide something that doesn't belong to you!"

"You are so big..."

"Swish!"

Before he finished speaking, a stream of light shot at him quickly.

Arcane missile!

Tim's eyes shrank, and a ball of water appeared out of thin air, wrapped the arcane missile and melted it quickly.

"Who said I don't know zero-ring witchcraft?"

Carl's face was ferocious, and his anger was uncontrollable:

"Tim!"

"You are a despicable villain, hiring someone to assassinate me and my senior sister, who are both heirs to the mentor's legacy."

"I..."

"I will fight you!"

Seeing that all hope of rescuing Sibel was gone, and that the criminals who hired the murderer could go unpunished, Karl held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and was about to rush over.

"What do you want to do?" Tim raised his eyebrows:

"This is the Swamp Alliance camp, not your home."

"stop!"

"Stop!"

"..."

Arthur and other wizard apprentices stopped him one after another, and various witchcraft haloes lit up, which also made Karl's feet stagnant.

"Tim!"

He roared with "grief and anger" and threw his right glove angrily, as if he had lost his mind:

"In the name of a noble, I want to have a duel with you. If I lose, I will take Sibel away and never appear in front of you."

"If you lose..."

"Restore your status as my mentor's disciple, and give me your share of the inheritance."

"Tim!"

Karl glared at the other party:

"You despicable, shameless, insidious, vicious villain, do you dare to challenge me to a duel?"

"..." Tim looked gloomy. He was a respected wizard apprentice. How had he ever been so insulted?

And he was insulted again and again!

Anger welled up and he couldn't help but sneer:

"Karl."

"As you wish!"

"I will personally twist off your head in the duel, just like I personally led you into the wizarding world!"

Anslot on the side frowned subconsciously.

In his opinion, Tim was obviously a little impulsive, and there was no need to pay attention to the other party's provocation now.

As long as Sibel waits for his death, Adolf's inheritance will fall into his hands.

duel,

Add a change.

but……

It doesn't matter!

A junior wizard apprentice who only mastered a zero-level witchcraft could not be Tim's opponent.

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Showdowns between wizards are very rare, not to mention the fact that Adolf's legacy is involved.

News of the duel between Karl and Tim spread quickly in the Swamp League.

Not long after.

The duel arena was surrounded by onlookers.

"Tim, you have to be careful." Anslot said in a low voice:

"I asked a friend to observe the man named Karl. He is actually a knight, but he uses some means to hide his life breath."

"oh!"

Tim raised his eyebrows:

"Yeah?"

"I didn't expect that in more than a year, he not only mastered witchcraft, but he also didn't leave behind his knightly training."

When the two first met, the other person was just an inconspicuous knight's squire.

"Um."

Anslot nodded:

"He probably also thought that you didn't know that he had become a knight, so he provoked you to a duel."

"A knight who strikes suddenly at close range does have a chance to defeat an intermediate wizard apprentice."

The wizard's apprentice is stronger in mysterious witchcraft than in the physical body.

Faced with a sudden attack, it is very likely that the vital part will be hit before the witchcraft is prepared.

Like an assassin!

Just like Sibel!

"Heh..." Tim sneered:

"The sweet dream will eventually wake up. Since I agreed to the duel, I won't be careless and let him succeed."

"knight?"

"I will make him understand the consequences of angering me!"

…………

Karl found a soft chair, hugged Sibel and let her lie on it. When he was about to leave, his sleeves suddenly tightened.

"Sister."

He turned around and looked slightly surprised:

"You're awake."

"Karl..." Sibel's voice was weak and weak, and his cloudy eyes were filled with endless pain.

"Walk!"

"Don't...better than..."

Although she was poisoned, she did not completely lose consciousness and was still aware of the outside world.

I even heard the quarrel between Carl and Tim with my own ears.

"I can't do it anymore..."

Sibel struggled to open his mouth:

"You go!"

"Let's go!"

In the past three days, she had suffered from the pain caused by the poison, and it could be said that life was worse than death.

I came to Black Swamp full of hope, heard the news of my mentor's death, and suffered the blow of Tim's betrayal. Now I feel desperate.

Compared with Tim buying a murderer, Carl's persistence is more rare, and it is inevitable to be grateful to him.

Now that the other party wanted to duel with Tim for his own sake, Sibel's heart was even more excited.

She didn't want Karl to die because of her.

In Sibel's view, Karl had no chance of winning at all, and the so-called duel was just seeking death.

"Sister, take a good rest and don't think about anything."

Karl held the other party's hand and said slowly:

"I'll bring you the antidote."

"Go to sleep!"

He finally managed to inspire the other party to agree to the duel, and the bet was related to Adolf's legacy. How could he give up halfway? He straightened his back, took off the sword from his waist, and stepped into the makeshift duel field built with witchcraft.

With an area of ​​more than two hundred square meters, both sides stood on one side, more than ten meters apart.

"bring it on!"

Looking at Karl, Tim sneered, the staff in his hand lit up, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air.

Duels between knights were generally used to defend insulted honor and had certain rules.

But the two of them obviously didn't intend to pay attention to those so-called rules.

Just do it!

"Peng!"

The ground shook.

Karl turned into a phantom and pounced towards the opposite side.

Combat skill - Eagle Strike!

Combat skill - Gale Slash!

More than ten afterimages spread all over the place in an instant, like heavy sword curtains, falling from the sky and slashing hard at Tim.

"knight?"

Tim raised his eyebrows:

"You really became a knight!"

"but……"

"So what?"

Zero Ring Witchcraft - Bibo Guardian!

The water flow rotated rapidly and turned into a huge water ball in an instant, wrapping Tim tightly in it.

"Peng!"

The shadow of the sword fell on the water ball, causing ripples immediately.

The water ripples.

The figure inside was unscathed.

His vision was covered by the shadow of the sword, and he could not see anything. However, Tim's expression was calm, not nervous at all, and he even said:

"Among the natural schools and elemental wizards, the water system has the strongest defense. Unless you are a great knight, you can never break through the defense of Bibo Guardian."

"you……"

"Why should you win against me?"

Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly tightened.

"Tim watch out!"

His friend Anslot's exclamation came from the audience. Tim subconsciously looked up and saw a giant hammer emerging out of thin air.

Hammer of the Titans!

Please collect!