Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 153

Chapter 153: The Holy Technique, Angel’s Sting

Dark Market.

After gathering supplies in the Magic Forest for a few days, Karl once again arrived at the Dark Market.

“When…”

Blacksmith Gando paused his work, looking at the pile of meat placed before him. His gaze involuntarily shifted.

“Young man, your curiosity is truly vigorous, but I have nothing to tell you about the gods.”

He had to admit, countless people had come before him over the centuries, but not many left an impression.

Karl was undoubtedly one of them.

Strength was one aspect.

The key was that every time Karl came, he brought a large amount of meat. This was a great temptation for Gando, who urgently needed to replenish his nutrition and resist the devouring force.

But regarding the gods…

He really had nothing to say.

“Senior,” Karl bowed, “I came this time to inquire about how to obtain Sacred Techniques.”

“Just point me in the right direction. Regardless of the outcome, this fine meat is all yours.”

Everyone who came to the Dark Market would come to ‘pay their respects’ to this great Third-Order existence.

With his perception, he could definitely ‘see’ a person’s strength.

If anyone in the market could provide Karl with useful clues, this person was definitely the first choice.

“Sacred Techniques?” Gando thought for a moment, then replied, “The treasure vaults of several Dukes, the secret chamber beneath the Rose Church, the Holy Sanctuary, and the core areas of several Forgotten Cities should all have them.”

“…” Karl said dryly, “Are there any other places?”

These places not only held Sacred Techniques but also various treasured items, including Great God’s Grace, but he couldn’t possibly get in.

“Hehe…” Gando grinned, his lush fur swaying as his gaze became thoughtful. “Let me think… let me think…”

“Hmm!”

“Someone called Flame Knight might have some clues. You can go ask him.”

“I remember now, Flame Knight Graindeck. However, the Sacred Techniques he possesses may not be suitable for you.”

“Oh?” Karl looked up. “Are Sacred Techniques also categorized by suitability?”

“Of course.” Gando shrugged.

“Most Sacred Techniques are bestowed by deities upon their Guardians, corresponding to the cultivation techniques practiced by the Guardians.”

“Just like the Sacred Techniques bestowed by the Sea God, it’s almost impossible for the Fire God’s Guardian to master them. Even for Guardians of the same deity, Sacred Techniques aren’t necessarily universal. Of course, most Guardians can cultivate most Sacred Techniques, it’s just… they can’t reach a very high level, that’s all.”

Karl understood.

Wizardry was similar.

A School of Nature Wizard could also master Shadow Magic, but they would definitely not be as proficient as a Shadow Wizard.

Certain special spells required specific preconditions.

For example…

The Transformation Technique of Bloodline Wizards.

Karl wondered what Sacred Technique corresponded to the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique. Did he really have to go to the Holy Sanctuary?

His thoughts churning, Karl bowed and said, “I’ll go inquire about it.”

He had already walked through the three streets of the Dark Market several times and knew the goods sold at each stall like the back of his hand.

The most well-informed among them was Merchant Merlin.

“Flame Knight Graindeck?”

Merlin, from Duke Olaf’s territory, was a thin, wiry old man. Hearing the name, he gently shook his head. “He was still in the market the day before yesterday, but he’s gone now.”

“Gone?” Karl’s expression changed slightly. “Where did he go?”

“Free Port.” Merlin pointed outwards.

“The Death City Lord issued an announcement, investigating the location of the Evil God in Free Port. The reward is three drops of Demigod’s Blood.”

“Oh?”

Karl was stunned. “Wasn’t it two Super Runes?”

A thick, long stone pillar stood in the center of the market, engraved with various tasks.

The task of investigating the Evil God in Free Port had always been there, but Karl remembered the reward being Super Runes.

Anything involving an Evil God was extremely dangerous; for a Grand Knight, it was practically a death sentence.

A mere two Super Runes held no attraction for the people in the market, so no one had taken the task.

But it seemed…

The situation had changed.

“It was changed the day before yesterday.”

Merlin shrugged.

“Many people have left the Dark Market these past two days, heading for this task. It’s just that my strength is lacking, otherwise, I would also join in the fun.”

“Demigod’s Blood!”

The so-called Demigod’s Blood was Duke’s Blood.

It could allow a Grand Knight to break through to the Legendary Knight realm.

The Death Knights beside Death City Lord Mevia were Grand Knights who had received blood bestowed by her.

Three drops of Demigod’s Blood could theoretically create three Legendary Knights, which was far more valuable than Super Runes.

Just advancing to Legendary and having a lifespan limit of two hundred years was enough to drive Grand Knights mad.

No wonder!

It seemed Mevia was also getting anxious.

If the Evil God occupying Free Port wasn’t dealt with soon, Death City’s fish catches wouldn’t be sufficient.

Without enough food…

The population would naturally be difficult to increase.

Mevia couldn’t easily leave Death City, so she had others investigate the location of the Evil God’s main body.

Knowing the Evil God’s location, they could quickly go and resolve the trouble, and their strength wouldn’t be weakened too much.

It just so happened that the Dark Market was being held in Death City, and experts from all over had gathered, increasing the chances of finding the answer.

‘Hmm…’

‘Due to the world’s rules, the Evil God’s strength can’t be Second-Order. As long as its location is known, the Second-Order Mevia can indeed quickly resolve the problem.’

‘But… you had to come right when I just finished gathering supplies in the Magic Forest and lure him away.’

“Hu!”

Karl took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration.

It didn’t matter!

He still had other methods.

“Merlin!”

“Yes.”

“I remember you’re holding a small trading gathering in a few days, inviting people from various places to participate.”

“That’s right.”

Merlin nodded.

“Spread a message for me.” Karl narrowed his eyes. “I’m collecting Sacred Techniques. As long as someone brings a Sacred Technique, I’m willing to exchange one hundred thousand pounds of fine meat.”

“No!”

“Two hundred thousand pounds!”

The Magic Forest lacked everything except beast meat. Since he couldn’t find a specific target, he would cast a wide net.

As long as the bait was sufficient, he didn’t believe there wouldn’t be any fish taking the bait, especially since he was offering a genuine trade.

“What?” Merlin’s expression changed drastically, his voice trembling as he repeated, “Two… hundred… thousand pounds?”

He suspected there was something wrong with his ears, that he had misheard the number. This quantity was simply too astonishing.

“Yes.”

Karl’s expression was serious.

“It’s two hundred thousand pounds!”

With a wave of his hand, he retrieved one hundred thousand pounds of fine meat from his storage space, filling the empty area.

“This is a deposit. If I’m satisfied with the trading gathering in a few days, I’ll pay you ten percent as a reward.”

“There’s no limit to the number of Sacred Techniques!”

Ten percent?

The mountain of fine meat before him made Merlin’s jaw drop. The fanaticism in his eyes grew more and more intense.

“No problem!”

He gritted his teeth and shouted, his thin body trembling.

“Mr. Karl, please rest assured, I will make sure you are satisfied with the trading gathering in a few days.”

“Isn’t it just Sacred Techniques, isn’t it just Flame Knight Graindeck?”

“At worst, I’ll go to Free Port myself, and even if I have to drag him by force, I’ll bring him back.”

“Hmm.” Karl nodded. “I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“Absolutely not!”

Merlin waved his hand.

“Mr. Karl, I’ll get to work right away.”

…………

After leaving Merlin’s shop and just returning to his residence in the market, an unexpected guest came to visit.

“Excuse me,”

a timid voice sounded at the door, “is this Mr. Karl’s place?”

“It is!”

Karl, who had just picked up the book 《”Mental Power, Astral Plane’s Influence on Flight”》, looked up at the sound.

A little girl of about ten years old was standing at the door, hesitantly looking at the dilapidated room.

“Come in.”

Karl waved his hand.

Mage Hand swept away the mess in the room, clearing a space and incidentally suppressing the rising dust.

“The place is a bit crude, but it shouldn’t affect our conversation.”

The little girl watched the invisible force sweep through the room as if a group of transparent people were busy, her small mouth agape.

How magical!

What Rune was this?

Karl watched her with interest.

The little girl had rosy lips and white teeth, delicate skin, and innocent eyes. There was even a milky scent on her. Her ornate clothes hadn’t yet shed their childishness, and even though she tried to appear mature, she couldn’t hide the childlike innocence about her.

***

Judging by her aura, she has cultivated a breathing technique, but her strength isn’t that great. I wonder why the Man-Eating Flowers at the market entrance let her in.

Or…

Karl opened his mouth and asked:

“Little girl, where are your adults?”

“I came in by myself, I didn’t come with any adults.” The little girl pouted, seeming a little unhappy.

“By yourself?” Karl’s eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly put down the book in his hand.

“Yes, by myself.” The little girl’s face paled, and she subconsciously retreated backward, threatening,

“But the adults in my family will be here soon, so you’d better not think about bullying me.”

“Alright!” Karl shrugged:

“You came here, do you have something you need from me?”

“Yes!” The little girl calmed herself, thinking of the matter at hand, and nodded emphatically:

“I want to commission you to send me and my big brother and big sisters out of the city, to a safe place.”

“Out of the city?” Karl tilted his head:

“Are you natives of Death City?”

“Yes.” The little girl nodded:

“But we’ve already paid the redemption fee, and after washing our bodies, we can leave this city.”

To leave Death City, unless you receive a special pardon from the City Lord, the only way is to pay the redemption fee.

After paying the fee, and washing your body in the purification pool, you can break the curse of Death City.

This fee is extremely expensive.

Even a middle-class family might not be able to redeem a single person.

“It seems your family is very rich.” Karl nodded, curiously asking:

“Why are you looking for me?”

“I’ve heard your name.” The little girl said:

“The legendary knight of Free Port, the mysterious potion-maker of Rapid Flow City, your strength is powerful enough.”

“I don’t deny that.” Karl shrugged:

“But I’m curious, since you have enough money to pay for your own redemption, why didn’t you hire guards?”

“Even if you were to look for me, why would you, a little child, come forward?”

“I’m not a little child!” The little girl’s cheeks puffed out, and she said in a muffled voice:

“We offended someone, that’s why we need to leave this city. Although we hired guards, they may not be safe.”

“My family asked others for help, but I felt it might not be enough, so I came to find you.”

“I understand.” Karl nodded:

“You secretly came here without your family’s knowledge. I appreciate your recognition of me, but I don’t accept commissions.”

“Why?” The little girl’s face showed anxiety:

“I can pay.”

“It’s not about the money.” Karl shook his head:

“It’s about time.”

“Your family is very rich, and your status in Death City should also be very high, yet you’re being forced to leave. The people you offended must be very powerful. Besides the City Lord, the only ones who could be are those few Death Knights.”

“It’s not that I’m afraid of the Death Knights, but if you want to ensure safety, you’ll definitely stay far away from Death City, most likely going to the Duke’s Territory. This round trip will take at least a month, and I don’t have the time.”

“……” The little girl’s mouth opened wide in surprise, just like when she saw the Mage Hand move through space:

“How do you know everything?”

?

Karl sighed.

If he couldn’t even guess that much, he would have lived these years in vain.

“I can pay a reward.”

“No…”

“A Holy Technique!”

“Huh?”

Karl’s expression stiffened, and the words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back. His throat bobbed, and he looked at the little girl with surprise:

“A Holy Technique?”

“Yes!” The little girl nodded:

“It’s a Holy Technique!”

“Do you even know what a Holy Technique is?”

“I know!”

The little girl said:

“Martial techniques bestowed by the gods to the Holy Sanctuary Knights, only Legendary Knights can cultivate them.”

“……” Karl rubbed his chin:

“Interesting, you have a Holy Technique on you?”

“Yes, I brought half of it.” The little girl took another step back, hugging her side, looking at Karl cautiously:

“You have to promise to escort me and my big brother and big sisters to a safe place first, then I can give it to you.”

“Heh…” Karl nodded:

“Let me see the thing first.”

“You promise first.”

“I need to see if what you have is a Holy Technique, and isn’t bringing half of it here just for me to confirm?”

Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, the little girl hesitantly nodded:

“I guess that’s right.”

“Then take a look!”

Saying that, she unfastened her clothes on the side, took out a wooden plank from inside, and carefully placed it on the table.

She had put some thought into sewing the thing into her clothes.

“Swish!”

Karl gestured with his hand.

The wooden plank flew into his hand on its own.

On the palm-sized wooden plank were engraved characters from the Era of the Gods, a special energy preventing it from being destroyed by time.

Karl’s eyes flashed, and the characters on the wooden plank were copied into his Sea of Consciousness one by one, analyzing the content.

Angel’s Sting!

It really is a Holy Technique!

A Holy Technique can be simply understood as an advanced state of martial techniques.

The killing moves in martial techniques are called combat techniques, and there are also so-called killing moves in Holy Techniques.

And this Holy Technique, surprisingly, is composed of more than ten special killing moves, collectively known as Angel’s Sting.

Extreme speed!

Strange angles!

Inconceivable moves!

Complex, violent, and profound power techniques, the extreme use of Battle Aura, the flesh, and the knightly spirit, it is indeed a Holy Technique.

Although not complete.

But it can be discerned that the power of each killing move on it is far greater than the combat techniques he learned before.

‘As expected of a legacy from the gods!’

‘In the memory of the Saluo Tree, even second-order and third-order Holy Sanctuary Knights and Guardians are still cultivating Holy Techniques, showing the strength of their Life Force.’

‘Too bad!’

‘This Holy Technique emphasizes speed and burst, and it’s not suitable for me who has cultivated the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.’

Putting down the wooden plank, Karl’s face showed contemplation.

He never thought that the first Holy Technique he might get his hands on would come about in this way.

“How is it?”

The little girl slowly approached, tentatively asking:

“Is it a Holy Technique?”

“This Holy Technique was obtained by our family by chance, and only two other people besides me know about it.”

“Yes.” Karl opened his eyes, and asked:

“What’s your name?”

“Jody Hill.” The little girl said:

“You can call me Jody.”

“Hill?” Karl’s heart stirred:

“There’s someone called Madam Butterfly, whose name seems to be Janice Hill, is she someone you know?”

“My grandmother.” Jody’s eyes widened:

“You know my grandmother?”

Karl shook his head.

He didn’t know her, but he had heard of her.

A long, long time ago, in that Black City, those who wanted to escape the city would all go through this Madam Butterfly’s channels.

The Hill family!

One of the most famous families in Death City, running various businesses, with channels for transporting people, and connections in various cities nearby.

Madam Butterfly is a woman who married into the family, and changed her surname to her husband’s, so she’s also named Hill.

“Going to the Duke’s Territory is definitely not an option.”

After thinking for a moment, Karl slowly said:

“Have you considered going to Rapid Flow City?”

“Rapid Flow City?” Jody frowned, shaking her head:

“It’s too close to Death City, our family’s enemies might retaliate, and it’s not safe there either, the Evil God’s Followers are also nearby, I don’t want to go!”

“Too bad.” Karl handed the wooden plank back:

“If you want to go to the Duke’s Territory, I really can’t help you, but I can help you if you want to go to Rapid Flow City.”

He added:

“Rapid Flow City is safer than you imagine. The City Lord of Death City is also dealing with the Evil God’s problem. You can go back and consider it. I’ll be at the market these next few days, you can come find me anytime.”

***

A few days later.

No good news came from Merlin, but the small trading gathering was postponed for a few days.

This was normal.

If they wanted to attract people, they needed enough time for the news to spread, otherwise, it would be easy to miss the opportunity.

But Jody, the little daughter of the Hill family, sent a letter through someone.

After reading the letter, Karl’s face showed contemplation. He then packed up his things and headed towards the market entrance.

Second floor of the Stone Mountain Tavern.

Holy Sanctuary Deacon Lev stood behind the window, watching the figure below walking away unhurriedly through the window pane.

A smile appeared on his face.

“Seventh Elder.”

“Karl is gone.”