Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Old Lev

As the voice fell, figures emerged from behind the wall and around the corner, each holding a weapon with hostile expressions, surrounding Karl in the center.

Including the stall owner, there were six of them.

“I can’t believe that girl, Aya, could actually find helpers?”

The speaker was shirtless, revealing strong muscles, dragging a large machete along the ground.

As he walked forward, the sharp blade left a shallow mark on the frozen ground.

An invisible pressure descended.

This person should be the leader of the group.

“Helpers?”

Karl frowned at the word:

“It seems there’s a misunderstanding between us.”

“Misunderstanding?” The stall owner sneered:

“Once we’re out of the market, there’s no such thing as a misunderstanding.”

“Even if you’re not that girl’s helper, we brothers can’t have worked for nothing, hand over your belongings!”

He said, reaching out to grab Karl.

He was thin and wiry, but his speed was not slow. He was still among the crowd when he spoke, but by the time he finished the last word, he had already reached Karl.

Moreover, his grab was skillfully executed. His five fingers were faintly glowing with a cold light, indicating he was wearing sharp finger cots.

If he were to grab Karl, he could easily tear off a piece of flesh.

In Black City, survival was not easy, and robbery and murder were commonplace for them.

Hmph!

Karl snorted coldly.

He was no longer the ordinary person with no foundation. Even surrounded by several people, he remained calm.

Facing the incoming claws, he turned his palm slightly, dodging the finger cots and slapping out.

“Bang!”

Palm met claw.

The stall owner felt a tremendous force surge through his arm, instantly destabilizing him. His expression changed:

“Knight Squi…”

“Woo!”

The low whistle of a broadsword interrupted his shout. Then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and was sent flying backward.

“Audacious!”

“Kill him!”

“Let’s go together!”

In an instant, the stall owner was knocked away, and the others hadn’t even had time to react.

With roars, they all charged towards Karl.

Karl raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Light Spell!

Instantly.

A blinding light illuminated the entire area.

For those who lived in darkness all year round, light was their nemesis.

Especially since they were staring intently at Karl’s movements, there was no way to avoid it. They all lost their vision in an instant, and panic showed on their faces.

Not good!

The leader’s heart pounded, but he advanced instead of retreating.

“Ah!”

He roared, charging towards where he remembered Karl was, while wildly swinging his machete.

The machete ripped through the air, its blade trembling rapidly, clearly a combat technique.

“Tsss…”

It felt like cutting into thick mucus, an invisible resistance appeared out of thin air, startling the leader.

What is this?

Zero-Circle Spell ━ Minor Force Field!

Karl cast two spells in succession, taking advantage of the others’ inability to react, and his broadsword flashed repeatedly.

“Thud!”

“Thud! Thud!”

In the blink of an eye, two more fell.

However, the leader’s machete was also close at hand, forcing Karl to intercept it with his sword, holding it horizontally in front of him.

“Clang…”

What strength!

This leader’s strength was probably even greater than the red-haired man’s, but his martial skills were relatively crude.

Fury Strike!

Plow Stance!

Fool’s Stance!

Karl wielded his broadsword, unleashing a series of Gale Swordsmanship attacks, the clanging of metal against metal as rapid as a downpour.

“Ah!”

The leader roared, his strength exploding, forcefully pushing back the attacks. His vision was gradually becoming clear.

As long as he could see!

As long as his vision returned!

He…

“Swish!”

Several afterimages appeared out of thin air.

Combat Technique ━ Gale Slash!

Under the influence of the Minor Force Field, Karl’s current burst of power was comparable to a peak Knight Squire.

And his opponent couldn’t even see where the attacks were coming from.

✿✿✿

“Thud!”

Sword shadows slashed across the leader’s waist, abdomen, and thighs, leaving deep, bone-deep wounds, causing him to lose his balance.

One wrong step, and everything falls apart.

Karl, wielding his broadsword, pressed his advantage, sword shadows raining down, despair filling the leader’s face.

Even if he had regained his vision now, it wouldn’t change anything.

“Ah!”

With a scream, the leader’s sturdy body crashed to the ground.

Karl turned, about to chase after the remaining two, his eyebrows raised slightly, then he stopped.

Just as the two were about to escape, more than ten arrows shot out from the darkness, turning the two unsuspecting men into sieves.

“Uncle!”

Little Nan, holding a heavy crossbow, jumped out, waving excitedly at Karl:

“We’re here too.”

Figures emerged from the darkness, including a delighted Aya. Behind her was an old man.

Looking at Karl, the old man tapped his cane lightly:

“Karl, the esteemed friend Aya spoke of, we finally meet.”

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Black City,

There was no shortage of abandoned houses.

After sweeping away the dust, everyone found a place to sit in the hall.

Aya gestured to the old man:

“Uncle Karl, this is Grandpa Lev. Little Nan and I have been under his care all these years. Otherwise, we would have died long ago.”

“This…”

She looked at the woman behind the old man and said:

“This is Sister Eve, the helper I specifically invited.”

Karl nodded.

Aya brought quite a few people this time, but almost all of them were ordinary people. Only Eve possessed a certain level of strength.

To be honest.

If it weren’t for him, it was uncertain whether Aya’s group could have repelled the attackers.

“Eve Dorn.”

Looking at Karl, Eve’s eyes were wary:

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine.” Karl smiled and turned to Aya:

“I didn’t expect you to find so many people to help.”

Unknowingly, Aya had gathered so many people around her and had a certain amount of power. She was no longer the hungry stall owner from before.

“They are all friends I knew before.” Aya replied:

“When they heard that my stall was robbed, they all came to help.”

“Speaking of which, it’s all thanks to the things Uncle provided that we didn’t have to suffer so much during this Month of Winter’s Bite.”

“Karl.”

Old Lev spoke slowly:

“Aya is a girl, and it’s easy for her to be bullied, just like this time. Someone took a fancy to her stall in the market and tried to force her to sell it. If you hadn’t intervened, who knows what the outcome would have been.”

“Hmm…”

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. We’ll do whatever we can.”

“Please don’t be polite.”

As he spoke, Old Lev stood up and bowed shakily to Karl, his attitude respectful, even fawning. The others’ eyes flickered, but no one stopped him.

They were very clear.

Aya’s current situation, the fact that everyone was fed and clothed, was all thanks to Karl providing the goods behind the scenes.

Moreover, after witnessing Karl’s strength today, they were even more in awe. If they could get on his good side, their future would be brighter.

The reason they gathered together was not because of Old Lev’s high moral standing, nor because of Aya’s unique charisma, but because of Karl.

“You’re too kind, old sir.”

Karl shook his head:

“I just happened to be there. It’s nothing. You’re quite old, please sit down, let’s talk.”

He didn’t promise anything.

Black City was vast, and Aya was too weak.

Looking around, everyone was old, weak, sick, or disabled. They couldn’t provide him with enough help; they would only be a burden. Trading was fine, but it was best not to be tied together.

Old Lev clearly understood this, his expression changing slightly, then he said:

“I heard from Aya that you’re collecting breathing techniques?”

“Yes.” Karl’s eyes lit up:

“Do you have breathing techniques?”

“I do, but… the breathing technique I have can’t be passed on to outsiders.” Old Lev looked troubled:

“However, I can teach you a martial skill.”

Martial skill?

Karl frowned.

He was certainly interested in martial skills, but to be honest, not that much.

Especially after coming into contact with the world of wizards, even breathing techniques became less important, and martial skills were even more dispensable.

Seeing Karl’s changing expression, Old Lev gritted his teeth and said:

“Besides martial skills, I also have some understanding of Runes.”

Runes!

Karl’s eyes lit up.