Chapter 268: Cultivation
A few days later.
Monica sent a message through someone.
Decades ago, the National Opera House did have a woman named Jenny, and her singing talent was amazing. She quickly rose to prominence in just a few months.
Later, as she got older, her voice changed, and she gradually became a marginal figure in the theater.
She left the opera house not long after.
Since then, her whereabouts have been unknown. According to the older generation, Jenny left the Royal City for another place.
“Sigh!”
Karl sighed:
“Jenny and I used to correspond back then, but she didn’t mention these things, only that her life was good.”
“She probably didn’t want you to worry.” Sharlene came to visit today and had a meal at the dining table:
“The situation is very chaotic now, and it may not be easy to find an old friend that you haven’t contacted for decades.”
“Forget it.” Karl gently shook his head:
“Everyone has their own destiny. Even if I find her, I can’t bring back the feeling of youth.”
“Yes.” Sharlene responded:
“Earl, you mentioned that you wanted to find a butler for the manor. I suggest you place an advertisement in the newspaper.”
“Advertisement?” Karl looked up:
“Is this your newspaper’s idea?”
“Yes.” Sharlene said:
“Our newspaper plans to develop new revenue streams. We will use a portion of the cover to publish advertisements. You only need to pay a small amount of money to let the entire Royal City know. Isn’t it very cost-effective?”
“Other newspapers have already made changes. If we don’t change, we will be left behind.”
“Hmm.” Karl nodded, picked up a wheat bread and chewed on it. The soft bread and the wheat aroma were a perfect match:
“This bread is well-made.”
“There is no problem with advertising, but I like peace and quiet. If anyone comes, it definitely won’t work. Can the newspaper screen them for me?”
“This…” Sharlene thought for a moment and said:
“I can.”
Placing an advertisement in the newspaper is not cheap. As the newspaper’s first advertiser, she was willing to give some preferential treatment.
At worst, she could set stricter conditions, verify identities first, and then have them come for an interview.
“That’s good.”
Karl wiped his hands with a silk scarf and stood up:
“I’ll wait for your good news.”
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Other World.
Karl appeared at the bottom of the Flame Palace, reached out and grabbed a letter, and gently shook his head after unfolding it.
“Intercept and kill Divine Followers…”
“I’m injured right now, it’s not convenient for me to take action!”
It’s been so long without any news. It seems Mevia is a little impatient, but it’s indeed not convenient for Karl.
He also wanted to hunt Divine Followers to increase his strength, but unfortunately, he was willing but unable.
After replying to the letter, Karl turned around and returned to the Divine Domain Fragment to continue cultivating the ‘Source Sea Meditation Technique’.
Currently, his mental power was not enough to support the construction of a third-circle spell, so he must first focus on increasing his mental power.
Time slowly passed.
Half a year later.
Name: Karl
Constitution: 40.3
Mental Power: 30
Source Essence: 0
Level: Second-Order Holy Knight, Second-Circle Wizard
Abyssal Bloodline Fusion Rate: 62%
Since being hit by the Soul Centipede, there has been no progress in his constitution in nearly a year.
In fact, if it weren’t for the absolute control of the physical body by the Divine Domain Fragment, it would probably drop below 40.
As for mental power, it finally reached 30.
“I have used the God-Given Object to comprehend the power of water and the fundamentals of life, and have touched the knowledge of the third order in advance, laying the foundation for constructing a third-circle spell.”
“The Source Sea Meditation Technique is not considered top-notch in the Six Rings Tower, but in the Magic Forest, it is already one of the best natural school techniques, directly pointing to the fourth order, which can reduce the difficulty of constructing water-based spells to a certain extent.”
“Coupled with the absolute control of the Divine Domain Fragment, this is how I was able to construct the Water of Life in the second circle.”
After some thought, Karl’s expression became serious.
Begin!
The minimum mental power for a third-circle wizard is fifty. It seems like it’s not much more than thirty, but in reality, there is a world of difference.
The gap between the second and third circles is so large that it can be despairing.
Just like now.
Even with the absolute rationality and absolute control of the Divine Domain Fragment, constructing the Water of Life was still extremely difficult.
It was like weaving a soft and complex garment with iron wire, extremely exhausting.
Half a month later.
Karl, with a blank look in his eyes, sat in the middle of the manor’s flower garden, his mind empty, with an expression that screamed “I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Earl?”
The manor’s butler, Terry, was a middle-aged man in his forties. His father was also a baron, but the title was passed to his older brother. The two brothers didn’t have a good relationship, and he had been wandering ever since.
His aristocratic upbringing and familiarity with the lifestyle of the upper class, coupled with his ability to be humble regardless of his status, made him the most suitable candidate for the position of butler.
In fact.
Karl had interviewed several people, and Terry’s excellence far surpassed the others, successfully landing him the job as manor butler.
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“I’m fine.”
Coming back to his senses, Karl waved his hand:
“When one gets old, it’s inevitable to be a little absent-minded.”
“Do you need me to call a doctor to check your health?” Terry asked in a low voice:
“I know a theologian from the church who also works as a doctor. His divine techniques and medical skills are very high.”
“No need.” Karl shook his head:
“I’ll be fine after a rest.”
“……Yes.” Terry didn’t insist:
“The weather is starting to turn colder. I’ll have someone send over a blanket. It wouldn’t be good if you caught a cold.”
Terry was very satisfied with this ‘master’.
Few things to do,
Lots of money,
Good temper.
Since coming to this manor, Terry’s life had been more comfortable than ever before. Serving the Earl wouldn’t be embarrassing either.
It’s just a pity.
Earl Karl had no descendants, his body was getting weaker day by day, and he often sat or stared blankly for an entire day.
It was very worrying.
…………
Days passed by.
This day.
Karl put down the bread in his hand and sighed:
“They changed the baker?”
“Yes.”
Terry nodded:
“The baker, Tess, had a family emergency and applied for resignation. If the Earl doesn’t like this flavor, I’ll change it again.”
“Forget it.”
Karl waved his hand:
“Tell Bastien to prepare the carriage.”
“Yes.” Terry responded:
“I heard that there will be many new things at the exhibition hall today, and that a few Divine Artifacts will be on display.”
“Maybe…”
“They can be sold.”
Karl’s eyes flickered slightly.
He didn’t have many entertainment activities in the Royal City. After all, as an old man nearing seventy, many things weren’t convenient to do.
His only hobby was attending various exhibition hall events.
He especially liked collecting all sorts of strange and unusual things.
This was normal.
Many nobles liked to collect antiques and artworks, but Karl’s collection was relatively niche.
Most of them were related to deities.
According to him, he had a loyal faith in the gods and couldn’t bear to see these things scattered about.
To this, the angel Remiel scoffed.
The real reason, of course, was Source Essence. Some antiques contained Source Essence, though little, even a mosquito’s leg was still meat.
The carriage traveled on the road.
As the days passed comfortably, Bastien seemed to be getting younger. He waved the reins and pointed to a shop on the street, saying:
“Earl Karl, the manor’s previous cook learned her skills from that Barrow Bakery.”
“The old lady at the bakery has been making bread for decades.”
“Stop the carriage.”
“Huh?”
“I said, stop the carriage!”
“Yes.”
Bastien quickly stopped the carriage and helped Karl down.
“Barrow Bakery.”
Looking at the bakery in front of him, Karl’s expression was complicated:
“So Jenny has always stayed in the Royal City. Barrow Singing Troupe, she still remembers the past.”
“The guidance of fate…”
“Aya, is this the blessing of the Goddess of Fate?”
The blessing of the Goddess of Fate would guide him to meet the people he wanted to see and do the things he wanted to do.
But,
Was this really a good thing?
Sometimes, forgetting was a blessing.
