Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 150

Chapter 150: The Dark Market

“Ugh…”

Yana laboriously opened her eyes, the simple wooden posts of the makeshift roof coming into view, the familiar scene causing a dazed look to appear in her eyes.

“When we were little, the Holy Sanctuary people built a place for us to live, I’ve never forgotten it.”

A soft, gentle voice sounded beside her ear:

“They weren’t sure if we could adapt to the Pale Wing bloodline, so the living quarters were very simple. It wasn’t until after we turned seven and moved to the training grounds that the environment improved.”

“You remember, don’t you?”

Yana propped herself up, looking towards the woman not far away.

The woman had beautiful long golden hair, delicate features, smooth skin, and a pair of bright, shining eyes.

This was a woman who was flawless in appearance, figure, and even strength.

Beside her was a large, pitch-black sword.

“It’s you.”

Yana’s expression was complex:

“Big Sister Milia.”

Of course, she recognized the other party, the most famous swordswoman among the former Desecrated Knights, who ultimately betrayed the Holy Sanctuary.

Now, she was even listed as fifth on the Holy Sanctuary’s wanted list.

Black Sword Milia!

It was she who taught her how to hold a sword and how to kill enemies.

“You still recognize me as your big sister.”

Milia turned her head, smiling sweetly, the kind of smile that could charm both men and women, once again causing Yana to feel dazed.

Huh?

Why am I so easily dazed?

Her expression hardened, and she subconsciously grasped the large sword beside her.

“Your emotions are fluctuating greatly, but it has nothing to do with me. You accidentally broke the seal on the bloodline within your body.”

Milia’s tone was calm:

“Now, carefully feel your own body.”

Yana struggled to get up, not choosing to examine her body, but instead asking:

“How is the Guardian?”

“The Guardian…” Milia’s eyes flickered:

“He’s fine.”

“His methods are very strange, completely different from what I imagined, but… equally powerful.”

She said, raising her right hand.

On her arm was a clear burn mark, which even her flesh, imbued with the Evil God’s bloodline, could not easily repair.

The Guardian is fine?

Yana’s heart relaxed upon hearing this, and she finally focused her attention on herself, her expression instantly darkening.

She could feel a powerful energy surging and churning within her body, an energy so great that her physical body could barely withstand it.

She was extremely weak now.

Her limbs were limp and powerless, her emotions were fluctuating wildly, and even picking up the large sword beside her was very difficult.

But she was also extremely powerful.

The energy within her was far greater than before, and once driven by emotions, it could unleash astonishing power.

“Your current situation is very critical.”

Milia spoke solemnly:

“The first generation of Desecrated Knights has a serious flaw. Once the bloodline goes out of control, they either die on the spot or turn into a monster. Most of the sisters cannot escape this fate.”

“However…”

“If you can accept the bloodline within your body, you also have a chance to truly control it, like me.”

Touching the black sword beside her, Milia continued:

“Your potential is great. If you can get through this, your future strength might even surpass mine.”

“Accept?” Yana’s voice was hoarse:

“How do I accept it?”

“It’s very simple.” Milia chuckled:

“The bloodline within us comes from the Evil God Pale Wing, and He was a war angel who betrayed the Goddess.”

“Accepting and acknowledging what He did is the same as accepting the bloodline within you.”

“That’s impossible!” Yana roared:

“That’s betrayal!”

“That’s blasphemy!”

“We were originally Desecrated Knights, and the bloodline within us comes from a betrayer.” Milia narrowed her eyes:

“Besides…”

“Do you think the Holy Sanctuary is still worth protecting?”

“They adopt female infants everywhere, saying they are doing good deeds, but we all know what they are doing.”

“Out of dozens of female infants, not even one might survive. The Desecrated Knights are just pawns in their hands, and now that they have better pawns, we were abandoned first.”

“No!” Yana shook her head:

“I protect the Goddess, not the Holy Sanctuary Knights.”

“What’s the difference?” Milia shrugged:

“Before the Goddess fell, she entrusted everything to the Holy Sanctuary Knights. They represent the will of the God.”

“You’re wrong!” Yana still shook her head:

“The Guardian represents the will of the God.”

“Yana.” Milia sighed:

“I’ve been in Rapid Flow City all this time. The Guardian you speak of may not believe in the Goddess.”

“Otherwise, why hasn’t he gone to the Holy Sanctuary?”

Yana fell silent.

Perhaps Milia was just guessing, but having been by Karl’s side for a long time, she knew that Karl did not have a devout faith.

Not just in the Goddess.

He was an unbeliever!

No!

Unlike ordinary unbelievers, unbelievers fear the power of the gods, but Karl did not fear it.

More like curiosity.

Curious about why the gods were powerful.

Prying into the secrets of the gods, that was actually a form of blasphemy!

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Divine Domain Fragment.

Karl sat upright on a stone chair.

In front of him, Bocken’s memories were divided into several parts, revealed one by one as the tentacles moved.

The Abyssal Giant Squid possessed the innate ability to devour the souls of others, and naturally had the instinct to analyze memories.

Coupled with Karl’s absolute rationality, after his bloodline awakened, it was not difficult to find useful things.

Milia!

A betrayer of the Holy Sanctuary, and also the wielder of the Black Sword, who had repeatedly tempted Desecrated Knights to flee the Holy Sanctuary.

The Black Sword in her hand had once cut a god, and after being stained with divine blood, it possessed the special ability to cut through anything.

“So…”

“Yana fell into her hands, and she will most likely try to turn her, so I don’t need to worry about her safety.”

Putting his mind at ease, Karl looked at the other memories.

Bocken was taken to the Holy Sanctuary to be raised as an infant. He was a Holy Sanctuary Knight with fanatical faith.

A large part of his life was spent reciting doctrines and making meaningless prayers to the gods.

Of course,

there were also some useful things.

“The Holy Sanctuary!”

“The Holy Sanctuary’s mission is to find and save the Moon Goddess. It is a sacred place in the hearts of all Holy Knights who believe in the Goddess.”

“There is a Bishop, and nine Elders. The Bishop has never shown his face, and the nine Elders only occasionally appear.”

“In Bocken’s memories, he has seen three Elders, and after decades, the appearances of the three Elders have hardly changed. This shows that the Elders of the Holy Sanctuary are very likely to be legendary beings, or possess other methods to prolong their lives.”

“Then are there any second-order beings in the Holy Sanctuary?”

Karl thought for a moment.

It was very possible!

Only a few hundred years had passed since the War of the Gods, and the theoretical lifespan of a second-order being was five hundred years.

But if they used some secret methods or other life-prolonging potions, living for a few hundred more years would not be a problem.

It wasn’t a big deal for them to survive from the War of the Gods until now.

But what was strange was that.

Whether it was the Dukes or other powerhouses who survived the War of the Gods, almost none of them showed their faces.

This was even more true in recent decades.

It seemed that the stronger they were, the more reclusive they became.

Of course, that was impossible.

‘In this world, there must be some kind of restriction that prevents beings above the second order from easily showing themselves or taking action.’

‘The fact that second-order beings don’t appear is good for me!’

But it was certain that no one in the Holy Sanctuary had cultivated the four inheritances passed down by the Moon Goddess.

This was also what made Karl special.

He had cultivated the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique. This inheritance was secondary, but proving that the Goddess had not fallen was key.

“The Era of the Gods.”

“The knights of the mortal realm had to undergo rigorous selection to have a chance to enter the Holy Sanctuary for cultivation. Out of so many Holy Sanctuaries in the mortal realm, only a few Holy Knights could enter the Divine Realm’s Holy Sanctuary each year, and only the most elite in the Holy Sanctuary could obtain the four inheritances.”

“Even during the Era of the Gods, there were very few Guardians who cultivated the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique beside the Goddess.”

“However…”

“Holy Techniques!”

“It’s about what I guessed. The gods only treated the Guardians as their toys and slaves, and would not bestow anything too powerful.”

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“Only Guardians who participated in the Arena of the Gods would be granted Holy Techniques to increase their chances of winning.”

“Unfortunately…”

“Very few Guardians who entered the arena survived, so the Holy Techniques have never been widely spread, until…”

“The invasion of the Outer Evil Gods!”

Karl’s eyes lit up.

“In order to resist the Outer Evil Gods, the gods had to increase their investment in the Guardians, bestowing various Holy Techniques or divine weapons and armor. This allowed some powerful Guardians to even possess the power to slay gods.”

“During that indescribable period, the power of the Guardians greatly increased, and various Holy Techniques and even Divine Techniques spread as a result.”

“The Holy Sanctuary does have Holy Techniques! And more than one!”

“Even the martial technique that Bocken cultivated was a simplified version of a Holy Technique. Unfortunately, there is no complete Holy Technique in his memories.”

“Ugh…”

“The Holy Sanctuary Deacon Lev, who was traveling with him, seems to possess a Holy Technique. He has now gone to the Dark Market.”

“Bocken brought six Desecrated Ancient Beasts to find me, while Lev brought two Desecrated Ancient Beasts to the market. It seems that my identity as the Goddess’s Guardian is still more important!”

“The Dark Market…, interesting!”

Bocken’s status in the Holy Sanctuary was not low, second only to the Bishop, the nine Elders, and some Deacons.

What he could come into contact with, and his understanding of this world, far surpassed Karl’s.

For example,

the titles and territorial ranges of the Dukes.

And the Dark Market.

The current Holy Sanctuary could not see the light of day, and several of the Elders did not even dare to leave their doors. There were many similar forces.

These forces hidden in the darkness had formed the Dark Market to facilitate communication with each other.

And several of the Dukes had tacitly approved of the existence of the market.

“Runes, marvels, slaves, news…”

“These things are all sold in the Dark Market, but I wonder if Holy Techniques or even Divine Techniques are available?”

Touching his chin, Karl flicked his wrist and released the magic flying carpet.

“In Bocken’s memories, Deacon Lev was a fanatic believer like him, so he will also come to find me.”

“Heh…”

“No need to be so troublesome, I’ll go find you now!”

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The edge of Death City.

Karl leaped off the magic flying carpet.

In front of him was a very simple wooden house, and within it, there was still a trace of Yana’s residual aura.

“Gone?”

With a wizard’s methods, as long as Yana appeared nearby, he would be able to sense it.

“Did they also go to the Dark Market?”

The location of the Dark Market was not fixed, and this time, he did not know why it was chosen in Death City.

Speaking of which,

this was also Karl’s first time coming to Death City.

On the official road that was wide enough to accommodate eight carriages, pedestrians and merchants came and went in an endless stream, and city guards patrolled from time to time.

Entering the city.

The commercial street was bustling and prosperous, and the residential areas were filled with the smoke of daily life.

“What a prosperous big city!”

Karl sat cross-legged on the magic flying carpet, using magic to conceal his form, his gaze scanning back and forth across the city.

“What a pity!”

“Extremes beget opposites, and prosperity leads to decline!”

“The prosperity of Death City is because almost everyone from the surrounding cities has flocked here, and this situation is difficult to sustain.”

“The land continues to crack, the grain output decreases year by year, the Free Port has also been destroyed, there is no source of fish, and there is less and less to eat.”

“Once something happens, this prosperous big city will probably be burned to ashes.”

“But all of this has nothing to do with me.”

“Found it!”

In a narrow alley, a faint mist condensed and did not disperse, and there was an unusual aura lingering.

“Astral Plane?”

Karl’s eyebrows twitched, and his face showed surprise:

“The Dark Market is actually in the Astral Plane?”

He was very familiar with this aura. It was the Astral Plane aura that could only be sensed after becoming a formal wizard. Of course, here it was called the Divine Domain.

Just as he was thinking, a young man appeared not far away.

The young man was wearing a fitted jacket, a fur-lined coat, breeches, and a hat. The hat was a bit too big, so he had to raise his hand from time to time to adjust it.

It could be seen that

he was trying to dress himself up as a respectable person living in the city.

But his worn clothes, ill-fitting hat, and rough skin all showed that his living conditions were not good.

The street became narrower and narrower, and gradually there were no pedestrians around, and a mist rose up from nowhere.

Matthew nervously licked his lips, took out the old pocket watch hanging around his neck, and glanced at it.

It’s nearby!

‘I hope what the book says is correct. If this opportunity can’t bring me enough supplies, my mother and younger sister will have to move to the outskirts of the city to live, and life will be even more difficult.’

‘Not to mention my and my sister’s pursuit of education.’

‘However…’

‘Will there really be what I want here?’

He felt uneasy, subconsciously touching the thing in his arms, feeling a burning sensation in his chest, gritting his teeth, and continuing forward.

“Young man.”

The mist in front of him suddenly dissipated, and a middle-aged man wearing a robe, top hat, and cane appeared in front of him.

Unlike Matthew.

The middle-aged man had an innate air of nobility, and the clothes on his body were just decorations.

“It’s getting late, you should go back.”

“Who are you?” Matthew subconsciously tensed up, his eyes darting around, cautiously saying:

“My home is just ahead.”

“Ahead is a dead end.”

“…”

Matthew gritted his teeth:

“I’ll just climb over the wall.”

“Heh…” Karl chuckled, shaking his head:

“The market is not a place that just anyone can go to.”

The market?

Matthew’s eyes lit up.

“You’re also someone going to the market?”

“Yes.” Karl nodded:

“Although you have cultivated a breathing technique, you are not even a knight. Going into the market will only be a waste of life.”

“Young man, you should go back.”

“I…” Matthew clenched his teeth, his expression struggling:

“I want to go in and exchange for money!”

“Exchange for money?” Karl shook his head:

“The currency in the market is not those few pitiful God’s Grace Coins in your pocket, and besides, what else… ugh…”

“What is this?”

He gently beckoned, and a small cloth bag in Matthew’s arms and the old pocket watch hanging on his body flew out on their own, landing in Karl’s hand.

“You!”

Matthew was shocked, but he did not dare to move.

The two were several meters apart, and the other party only beckoned, and the things on his body flew over.

He had never seen or heard of such a method. If they fought, he knew very well what his fate would be.

“First-order Fire Leek flower seeds.”

Opening the cloth bag and looking at the few seeds inside, Karl nodded slightly and threw a money bag over:

“Young man, go back.”

“Before you are strong enough, it’s best not to touch certain things.”

He said, turning around and walking into the mist, disappearing from sight.

Matthew was stunned for a moment before picking up the money bag on the ground. After opening it, his face instantly showed ecstasy. He subconsciously looked around to make sure no one was there before quickly stuffing it into his arms, turning around and running back the way he came.

His goal was only for money.

Even if his goal was achieved, whether or not he entered the market was no longer important.