Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Invitation

Hundreds of years ago, before the Fero Empire split, the current Gando Kingdom was just a duchy.

According to records…

It was an era of talented individuals.

Martial prowess flourished, giving rise to many legendary figures.

Among them was a swordsman named Meyer, revered as the Sword Saint. His swordsmanship formed a school of its own.

Sword Saint Meyer first established the eight lines of longsword slashing. Practitioners, regardless of the direction from which they initiated a slash, could maintain a state of transitioning from one stance to another.

In other words, they were always in a state where they could freely switch between attack and defense methods.

This was an unprecedented innovation.

The eight lines seemed simple, but combined, they could create endless variations, giving rise to numerous sword techniques.

Gale Swordsmanship belonged to this school.

Grip! （One-handed or two-handed, forward grip or reverse grip. ）

Stance! （Defense. ）

Slash! （Offense. ）

Finally, there were the combat techniques that could only be executed after mastering the swordsmanship!

Karl’s forehead was sweating, his body radiating heat, the broadsword in his hand swirling around him like a whirlwind.

The sharp sword momentum could shred anything that came close.

“Ha!”

“Hah!”

Unlike in that mysterious place where he had absolute rationality and perfect control, practicing swordsmanship in the real world was much more strenuous.

Fortunately, his previous experience remained. His body’s exertion was just a bit unfamiliar. With more practice, he could still replicate it.

“Swish!”

Combat technique – Gale Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air, slashing across in a crisscross pattern.

“Phew…”

Karl stopped his movements, a look of excitement on his face.

“First master the swordsmanship there, then practice in reality while my body still has some muscle memory.”

“The experience is still there, the memory is still there. Even if I can’t reach the same level, it will still be twice as effective with half the effort.”

At his normal pace, even if he became a knight squire, it would take him at least a month to reach his current level of swordsmanship.

Or even longer.

Now…

In just a few days, he could almost stably execute three afterimages, not inferior to many knight squires.

“Not only that!”

Karl clenched his five fingers in the air, feeling the strength in his body. He had an urge to punch through a wall.

“Because I can perfectly control my body, taking the secret medicine there allows me to absorb the medicinal power to the maximum extent.”

“The effect of cultivating breathing techniques is also better.”

“If I had taken the secret medicine here, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stabilize the realm of a knight squire now.”

Thanks to that mysterious place, in just a few days, Karl had reached the level of a knight squire in both physical fitness and swordsmanship.

Moreover…

His strength was still increasing rapidly.

If he could execute four afterimages with Gale Slash, he wouldn’t be weak even among knight squires.

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A happy occasion brings a cheerful spirit. Even having to go to work after the holiday ended, Karl could still show a smile on his face.

The red and white uniform was a bit loose on him, but it couldn’t hide his vigorous spirit.

He adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror. The crest symbolizing the Bergman family, embroidered on the collar, was particularly eye-catching.

Every noble had a crest unique to their family.

The Bergman family crest was the most common clover found by the roadside.

Some said the clover was chosen because it symbolized an unyielding and tenacious vitality.

In fact, it wasn’t. It was just because Karl’s grandfather was uneducated and too lazy to think, so he randomly chose it.

If you delved deeper, a true noble crest needed to have a crest, a coronet, a shield area, a motto on the banner, and so on…

“I’m just a small baron, without my own territory yet, so I won’t be too particular.”

Shaking his head, Karl stepped out the door.

Patrol Headquarters.

“Baron Karl!”

“Hello!”

“Baron, you’re here.”

“Yes.”

“…”

Very few commoners could work at the Patrol Headquarters, but nobles were still a minority after all.

The news of Karl inheriting his father’s title had long spread, and the others’ greetings became much warmer.

“Karl!”

“Chief Dana.”

Karl stopped in front of the valiant woman.

“At the end of the month, Earl Rexton is holding a coming-of-age ceremony for his son at his manor outside the city, inviting the nobles in the city to attend.” Dana handed him an exquisite invitation:

“My cousin Martha will be there too.”

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“Huh?”

Karl frowned:

“Chief, I really have no intention of getting married right now.”

“You can get to know her first, whether you have the intention or not. It won’t waste much of your time.” Dana’s face was expressionless:

“Or are you planning to refuse an Earl’s invitation?”

“This…” Karl sighed and took the invitation:

“Alright!”

“Don’t act so aggrieved.” Dana twirled the beautifully crafted cane in her hand, lightly tapping it towards him:

“With Martha’s family wealth, she’s more than enough to match a baron without a territory.”

“Yes.”

Karl nodded.

He didn’t deny that.

After bidding farewell to Dana, a plump figure rushed over quickly, spreading his arms and hugging him tightly.

“Karl, you’re finally back! You have no idea how bored I was without you!”

“Kerry!”

Karl laughed:

“We haven’t seen each other for a while, and you’ve gotten fatter again.”

“Hehe…” Kerry let go and took a step back, scratching his head:

“Not much fatter.”

Kerry’s father was also a baron, but unlike Karl, he had several siblings, and his eldest brother was the designated heir to the title.

The title and family property had nothing to do with him, so although he was a patrol officer, his life was still tight.

The two of them joined the Patrol Headquarters one after another, and they were both not very popular, so naturally they huddled together for warmth.

“Let’s go!”

Kerry waved:

“Let’s go have a drink.”

The work of a patrol officer was very easy. They just had to come in every day to register, and then they could leave in the name of patrolling.

Of course…

They had to be present when it was their turn to be on duty every few days.

“Have you heard?”

On the road, Kerry whispered:

“It’s been decided. The army to attack Coburg will be led by Duke Saxon, and more soldiers will be recruited.”

Every marquis and earl had their own duke to follow. Now that Gombis was dead, the nobles under him naturally didn’t want to continue serving after the replacement.

With a shortage of soldiers, they would definitely recruit again.

“Yes.”

Karl had expected this and asked:

“Do you think we’ll be recruited?”

“Probably not.” Kerry shook his head:

“Even if they recruit from Signo City, they won’t recruit patrol officers. Who will maintain order if we leave?”

“That’s true.”

Karl felt a little relieved.

Although patrol officers were mostly for show, it wasn’t good to have none.

“But did Duke Gombis really die of illness just like that? He was only in his fifties. For a knight, that’s the prime of life, let alone a legendary knight.”

“I heard…” Kerry lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

“The Duke was burned to death!”

“Burned to death?” Karl’s expression changed:

“Fire Thieves?”

“Maybe.” Kerry nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he turned a corner and bumped into someone.

“Ouch!”

Although Kerry was plump, he wasn’t actually very strong. He was knocked backwards with a light bump.

Fortunately, Karl helped him up, or he would have been covered in mud.

“What’s wrong with you?”

As soon as he regained his balance, Kerry couldn’t help but shout angrily:

“Are you blind?!”

The other party was a young man with a pale face. Hearing this, his face darkened, and his triangular eyes narrowed slightly.

Swish!

Instantly…

All the hairs on Karl’s body stood on end, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.

Danger!

He subconsciously pulled Kerry beside him, taking a step back, his eyes filled with suspicion.

“Miles.” Not far away, a carriage curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman waved to them:

“Come here quickly.”

“Hmph!”

The young man’s eyes flickered, and he snorted coldly at Kerry:

“You’re lucky!”

With that, he turned and walked towards the carriage.

The fat on Kerry’s face tightened, his eyes filled with anger, but he didn’t stop the young man, letting him get into the carriage.