Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Duel

“Who?”

“An assassin!”

Old Harry rushed out of the room in a panic, only to see Sybil’s residence reduced to rubble.

A torrent of acid laced with potent toxins surged like a runaway tornado, wreaking havoc in the courtyard.

Houses collapsed and flowers were pulverized in its wake.

A human figure seemed to be enveloped within the acid, its flesh rapidly dissolving under the corrosive onslaught.

By the time it hit the ground, only a pile of riddled bones remained.

“Miss!”

Old Harry leaped into the air, stepping on protruding pieces of ground to avoid the acid, landing in front of Sybil.

“Senior Martial Sister.”

Karl was even faster.

He appeared beside Sybil the moment the acid touched the ground, reaching out to support her. His expression changed drastically:

“How are you?”

Sybil’s condition wasn’t right!

He had detected the assassin in time, and the commotion had also awakened Sybil, allowing her to successfully counter and kill the assassin.

But she was still injured in the sudden attack.

“Poison!”

Sybil’s face was pale, her body cold. She trembled as she lifted her left arm, revealing a shallow scratch.

Fear filled her eyes, her voice trembling:

“Spiral Soul Poison!”

The wound was less than three centimeters long, barely breaking the skin, not even a serious injury. But the strange toxin had already spread throughout her body.

Sybil could feel her consciousness fading, her body stiffening.

As an alchemist, she knew exactly what poison she had been afflicted with, and the consequences it held.

Death!

“No!”

Her lips quivered:

“I don’t want to die!”

Few could face death with indifference; at least Sybil couldn’t. She was still young.

“Senior Martial Sister.”

Karl’s voice was calm:

“Is there any way to detoxify it?”

Detoxify?

Sybil’s eyes lit up, a surge of life returning to her gaze. She clutched Karl’s sleeve tightly.

“Master!”

“Master might have a way!”

It was only a possibility. The poison of the Spiral Soul Snail was extremely rare; she had only read about it in books. It was also very effective against wizard apprentices.

But even if there was only a sliver of hope, she wouldn’t let it go.

“Then let’s go find Master.”

Karl said:

“Harry, I’ll take Senior Martial Sister to Black Swamp to see Master. You and the others follow behind.”

“This…” Old Harry hesitated, glanced at Sybil, and then nodded firmly:

“Alright!”

He was filled with remorse, slapping himself hard across the face. Each slap landed solidly.

“It’s my fault for failing to guard properly. Old Harry deserves to die!”

As a guard, allowing an assassin to silently infiltrate his master’s room and attempt an assassination was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty.

“Now is not the time for this.” Karl’s expression was stern:

“Prepare the best horses, the most stable carriage, and ask the Chad family for some ice.”

Lowering body temperature, even freezing, could slow down the spread of most toxins in the body.

The Spiral Soul Poison should be no exception.

“Yes.”

Old Harry moved quickly. It wasn’t long before the carriage was ready, the compartment filled with ice.

Sybil, shivering uncontrollably, curled up in the pile of ice, her lips turning black and purple at a visible rate.

“Go!”

The night was deep.

Karl cracked the whip, steering the carriage straight towards Black Swamp.

…………

Three days later.

Black Swamp was faintly visible in the distance.

This was a forbidden zone in the eyes of ordinary people.

Thick fog, invisible poisonous miasma, and swamps that could trap the unwary left no room for normal human survival.

“Whoa!”

Karl pulled the reins lightly and dismounted.

Inside the carriage, Sybil’s body had stiffened significantly, her consciousness flickering in and out.

Due to prolonged exposure to the ice, her skin was covered in large patches of frostbite, her hair frosted white.

She resembled an exquisite ice sculpture, as if a single touch would shatter her.

The once vibrant life force had vanished, her life flame so weak that a gentle breeze could extinguish it.

“Senior Martial Sister.”

Karl lifted the carriage curtain and said:

“The carriage can’t enter Black Swamp. We’ll have to ride horses, and we might even need to walk for a while.”

“…” Sybil opened her eyes with effort, her lips moving:

“Alright.”

Her voice was barely audible; if not for Karl’s keen hearing, he wouldn’t have heard her speak at all.

Death,

was drawing closer to her.

The Grim Reaper might already be by her side, waiting for the last flicker of her life flame to fade before swinging his scythe to claim her soul.

Choosing the sturdier of the two horses pulling the carriage, Karl lifted Sybil and mounted.

“Go!”

The horse galloped, plunging into the thick fog.

Black Swamp was a vast marshland, dotted with scattered solid islands.

The headquarters of the Swamp Alliance was located on the largest of these ‘islands.’

Grey-Robed Wizard Addison, in order to establish the alliance, had sent invitations to wizards throughout the Kingdom of Gando.

Therefore, entering the headquarters was easy.

However,

one piece of news left Karl stunned.

“Our Master is dead?”

“Yes.”

The senior wizard apprentice, Arthur, who was in charge of receiving Karl, claimed to have a good relationship with Adolf.

They were considered old friends.

“Adolf made great contributions to the alliance in developing Black Swamp and exchanged a Green Potion from Grey-Robed Wizard.”

Arthur explained:

“After obtaining the Green Potion, Adolf chose to go into seclusion for a breakthrough without informing anyone.”

“Unfortunately…”

He sighed:

“The breakthrough failed, and he was also backlashed by Astral Energy, causing his head to explode, leaving no soul fragments behind.”

“…” Karl opened his mouth:

“When did this happen?”

“It seems like almost two months ago.” Arthur looked up, silently calculating the time:

“Yes, two months for sure!”

“Didn’t anyone inform you?”

“No.” Karl’s face darkened:

“No one mentioned this.”

The timing was wrong!

Tim had sent a message to Sybil over a month ago, but he hadn’t mentioned Adolf’s death at all.

Would he have forgotten such an important matter?

“Karl!” As they were talking, Tim, dressed in a wizard’s robe, hurried over, beads of sweat on his forehead:

“When did you arrive? Why didn’t you send a message beforehand?”

“Just arrived.” Karl frowned and asked:

“Why didn’t you inform us about Master’s death?”

“Master?” Tim raised an eyebrow, not answering his question, but instead correcting him seriously:

“Karl, your address is inappropriate. Master has met with you less than three times and has not formally accepted you as a disciple.”

“You can only address him as Teacher!”

“Ahem…” At this point, Arthur coughed lightly twice and interjected:

“According to wizarding customs, if there is no will in place, a wizard’s inheritance will be divided among his apprentices after his death. It must be formal apprentices; those who have only followed and learned do not count.”

In the wizarding world, the relationship between master and apprentice surpassed blood ties.

After all, an apprentice would inherit their predecessor’s path of wizardry, while ordinary people possessing wizarding knowledge would only bring disaster.

In a formal master-apprentice relationship, the address was not Teacher but Master.

If Karl addressed Adolf as Teacher, it meant he was not qualified to inherit the inheritance.

“Teacher?”

Karl seemed to have guessed something, but couldn’t grasp the fleeting thought. He subconsciously said:

“Master has already accepted me as his disciple. There is a letter as proof. You wouldn’t be unaware of this, Tim.”

“I really don’t know.” Tim snorted:

“Forging a letter is not difficult. And Master is already dead. You say he wrote it, so he wrote it?”

Adolf had died two months ago!

Tim had sent a message to Mutan City to pick someone up!

They had encountered assassins in Mutan City!

Apprentice!

In an instant, everything connected, all the puzzles explained.

“…” Karl looked directly at Tim and suddenly said:

“So you were the one who hired the assassins. You wanted to kill us and take Master’s inheritance for yourself!”

“What are you talking about?” Tim’s eyes flickered, a hint of panic flashing across his face before he angrily denied it:

“I don’t know anything about any assassins!”

“You don’t know?” Karl stepped forward, staring at him:

“You deliberately didn’t tell us about Master’s death, but made us go to Mutan City to pick up Master’s younger relative.”

“Coincidentally, we were attacked by assassins there, and Senior Martial Sister and I… almost died!”

Thinking about what had happened, a surge of anger rose within Karl, clenching his fists.

He had never been so close to death!

“What do you want?”

Tim took a step back, a magical aura flickering around him:

“It was Master’s arrangement to go to Mutan City to pick someone up. As for not telling you that Master had passed away, it was simply because I was busy with many things. It wouldn’t be too late to tell Sybil after she arrived.”

“Telling her on the way would only make Senior Martial Sister and Madam sad.”

“Bullshit!” Karl stepped forward:

“You just wanted to keep Master’s inheritance for yourself. Otherwise, why would there be assassins trying to kill us so coincidentally?”

“Unfortunately…”

“You didn’t think about the possibility of the assassination failing, and both Senior Martial Sister and I coming to Black Swamp.”

“Nonsense!” Tim was furious:

“Your assassination attempt has nothing to do with me. Who knows if you offended anyone outside?”

“And…”

“You are not Master’s disciple at all!”

“Not?” Karl said:

“There is Master’s letter as proof, and Senior Martial Sister as a witness.”

“Letters can be forged. As for Sybil…” Tim looked at Sybil lying on the ground, a sneer on his face:

“Can you make her get up and speak?”

Sybil lay there, her consciousness hazy, her breathing weak. She couldn’t speak at all now.

Even if she could force out a word or two, Tim could deny it by claiming her speech was unclear.

“Senior Arthur.” Karl turned his head and asked:

“My Senior Martial Sister has been poisoned. I wonder if the Swamp Alliance can cure it?”

“This girl has cultivated the Zero-Circle Spell ‘Poison Immunity,’ yet she’s still poisoned.” Arthur sighed:

“This poison is not easy to cure.”

“It’s the secretion of the Spiral Soul Snail.” It wasn’t just them in the area; there were also some onlookers.

One of them, wearing a pointed wizard hat and holding a long wand, squinted and said:

“The Spiral Soul Snail is a special magical creature. I heard that the Shadow Hand has specially bred a few.”

“Oh!” Arthur nodded:

“You are indeed knowledgeable, Joyce.”

“Sir.” Karl took a step forward and asked:

“Can it be cured?”

“There’s a chance.” Joyce nodded slowly:

“The blood of the Death Omen Raven can neutralize this toxin. The Swamp Alliance should be able to acquire this material.”

“However…”

“It will cost forty to fifty Magic Stones!”

The Death Omen Raven was also a magical creature, and its rarity meant that killing it for its blood wouldn’t be cheap.

“Forty to fifty Magic Stones?” Karl’s face changed slightly. All his possessions combined might not be worth that much.

Hmm…

The ‘Guna’ armor could be worth a lot of Magic Stones, but it was his life-saving equipment, impossible to sell.

“Senior Martial Sister is Master’s disciple. She is entitled to inherit Master’s legacy. Once she inherits it, buying the materials won’t be a problem.”

“Senior Arthur.”

Karl said:

“I request to divide the inheritance and use Senior Martial Sister’s share to buy the antidote. Once she recovers, she will testify that I am Master’s disciple, and all these issues will be resolved.”

“No!” Before Arthur could speak, Tim immediately intervened:

“Master’s inheritance has not yet been fully inventoried. I still have some work to do. It will take seven days to divide it.”

Seven days?

Given Sybil’s current condition, let alone seven days, it was uncertain if she could even last seven hours.

“Tim!”

Karl’s face darkened:

“How dare you still claim to have nothing to do with the assassination?”

“You clearly know that Senior Martial Sister can’t hold on for seven days. You just want her to die so you can have Master’s inheritance all to yourself.”

“Nonsense!” Tim raised his head, his expression unchanged:

“I’m just following the rules. No one can say I’m wrong!”

***

Their heated argument attracted many onlookers, and whispers filled the air.

In fact, everyone knew.

Tim was suspicious!

But the key was that there was no evidence. And as he said, no one could fault him for following the rules.

Now, the person qualified to divide Adolf’s inheritance was unconscious, and the other person’s qualifications were being questioned.

The situation was nearly impossible to resolve!

Looking at Karl’s grim face, a triumphant smile appeared on Tim’s face as he straightened his back.

So what if the assassination had failed?

As long as Sybil died, the inheritance would still be his.

As for Karl…

A novice apprentice who had only been in contact with the wizarding world for a little over a year? There would be plenty of ways to deal with him later.

“Everyone!”

Karl took a deep breath and looked around:

“Is anyone willing to lend me forty to fifty Magic Stones to buy the antidote for my Senior Martial Sister? Once she recovers and inherits the legacy, I will definitely repay you double!”

Tim’s expression changed.

“Heh…” Someone chuckled:

“Forty to fifty Magic Stones. What if she doesn’t want to repay after she wakes up? Can you make the decision for her?”

“Indeed!”

“That’s right!”

“…”

Double repayment was a considerable profit, but it required certainty.

Most people in the wizarding world were indifferent; no one would willingly invite trouble upon themselves.

Just like now.

They knew Tim was suspicious, but no one was willing to step forward. They were all just watching the show.

“Don’t worry!”

Karl said in a deep voice:

“Senior Martial Sister is not that kind of person. And once she recovers, she will prove that I am also Master Adolf’s disciple, equally qualified to receive a share of the inheritance.”

“If she doesn’t repay, I will!”

“I can write a note, using my share of the inheritance as collateral to ensure your returns.”

“It’s not that simple.” At this moment, a lazy voice sounded. Ancelot, dressed in white robes, slowly walked out from the crowd.

He first nodded to Tim before saying:

“The blood of the Death Omen Raven can indeed neutralize the secretion of the Spiral Soul Snail, but it depends on the situation.”

“If the poisoning just happened, it’s easy to solve.”

“But this intermediate wizard apprentice has been poisoned for three days. The toxin has penetrated deep into her body. Even with the blood of the Death Omen Raven, it might not work.”

“Everyone…”

He looked around and said:

“If you’re willing to contribute Magic Stones, there’s a high chance you’ll lose everything and receive no reward.”

These words made those who were initially tempted hesitate, shaking their heads and withdrawing their intentions.

Forty to fifty Magic Stones? Most intermediate wizard apprentices wouldn’t accumulate that much in their lifetime.

Who would dare to take the risk?

And offend someone in the process?

Karl’s face was grim:

“Who are you?”

“Ancelot.” Ancelot placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly:

“Disciple of Wizard Maya.”

Maya?

One of the three formal wizards in the alliance!

“Karl.” Seeing no one respond, Tim’s face showed a triumphant smile. He straightened his back:

“Have you forgotten who led you into the wizarding world? Is this how you repay me?”

His voice deepened:

“You haven’t even completed the construction of a single Zero-Circle Spell, and now you dare to question an intermediate wizard apprentice.”

“And you even dream of dividing something that doesn’t belong to you!”

“How dare you…”

“Swoosh!”

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of light shot towards him.

Magic Missile!

Tim’s eyes narrowed as a stream of water appeared out of thin air, enveloping the Magic Missile and rapidly dissolving it.

“Who said I don’t know Zero-Circle Spells?”

Karl’s face contorted in a grimace, his anger uncontrollable:

“Tim!”

“You despicable, shameless villain, hiring assassins to kill me and Senior Martial Sister, your fellow heirs to Master’s legacy.”

“I…”

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

Seeing the hope of saving Sybil vanish, while the culprit who had hired assassins remained unpunished, Karl gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, about to charge forward.

“What are you trying to do?” Tim raised an eyebrow:

“This is the Swamp Alliance camp, not your home.”

“Stop!”

“Hold it!”

“…”

Arthur and the other wizard apprentices intervened, various magical auras lighting up, making Karl pause.

“Tim!”

He roared ‘tragically,’ throwing his right glove to the ground as if he had lost his mind:

“In the name of a noble, I challenge you to a duel! If I lose, I will take Sybil and leave, never to appear before you again.”

“If you lose…”

“You will restore my status as Master’s disciple, and your share of the inheritance will also be mine.”

“Tim!”

Karl glared at him:

“You despicable, shameless, insidious, and vicious villain, do you dare to accept my duel?”

“…” Tim’s face darkened. He was a respected wizard apprentice; when had he ever been insulted like this?

And repeatedly insulted!

Anger surged within him, and he couldn’t help but sneer:

“Karl.”

“As you wish!”

“I will personally twist your head off in the duel, just like I personally led you into the wizarding world!”

Ancelot, standing beside him, frowned subconsciously.

In his opinion, Tim was clearly being impulsive. There was no need to respond to Karl’s provocation now.

As long as they waited for Sybil to die, Adolf’s inheritance would fall into his hands.

A duel,

would only add an unnecessary variable.

However…

It didn’t matter!

A novice wizard apprentice who only mastered one Zero-Circle Spell could not possibly be Tim’s opponent.

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The duel between wizards is quite rare, and this one also involves the legacy of Mr. Adolf.

The news of Karl and Tim’s duel quickly spread throughout the Swamp Alliance.

Shortly after.

The dueling arena was surrounded by spectators.

“Tim, you must be careful.” Ancelot whispered:

“I asked a friend to observe that Karl, and he is actually a knight, but he used some method to hide his life aura.”

“Oh!”

Tim raised an eyebrow:

“Really?”

“I didn’t expect that in just over a year, not only has he mastered wizardry, but he hasn’t neglected his knight training either.”

When they first met, the other party was just an insignificant knight squire.

“Yes.”

Ancelot nodded:

“He probably thought that you didn’t know he had become a knight, so he provoked you into a duel.”

“A knight suddenly attacking at close range does have a chance to defeat an intermediate wizard apprentice.”

Wizard apprentices are strong in their mysterious wizardry, not their physical bodies.

Facing a sudden attack, they might not have time to prepare their spells before being hit in a vital area.

Just like an assassin!

Just like Sybil!

“Heh……” Tim sneered:

“Dreams must eventually be woken up from. Since I agreed to the duel, I won’t be careless and let him succeed.”

“A knight?”

“I’ll let him understand the consequences of angering me!”

…………

Karl found a soft chair and let Sybil lie on it. Just as he was about to leave, his sleeve was suddenly pulled tight.

“Senior Martial Sister.”

He turned around, looking at her with a slight surprise:

“You’re awake.”

“Karl……” Sybil’s voice was weak and feeble, her turbid eyes filled with endless pain.

“Go!”

“Don’t……fight……”

Although she was poisoned, she hadn’t completely lost consciousness and was still aware of the situation outside.

She even heard Karl and Tim’s argument.

“I’m not going to make it……”

Sybil struggled to speak:

“Go!”

“Go quickly!”

For the past three days, she had suffered greatly from the poison, and it could be said that life was worse than death.

She came to the Black Swamp full of hope, only to hear the news of her mentor’s death and suffer Tim’s betrayal. Now, she was in despair.

Compared to Tim hiring someone to kill her, Karl’s unwavering support was even more precious, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful to him.

Now, he was going to duel with Tim for her sake, which made Sybil’s heart surge.

She didn’t want Karl to die because of her.

In Sybil’s view, Karl had no chance of winning. The so-called duel was just seeking death.

“Senior Martial Sister, rest well and don’t think about anything.”

Karl held her hand and said slowly:

“I will bring you the antidote.”

“Sleep!”

He had finally provoked the other party into agreeing to a duel, and the stakes were related to Adolf’s legacy. How could he give up halfway? He straightened his back, unfastened the sword from his waist, and stepped into the dueling arena temporarily set up by magical means.

The area was over two hundred square meters, with each side standing on one side, more than ten meters apart.

“Come on!”

Looking at Karl, Tim had a cold smile on his face, and the staff in his hand lit up, a stream of water appearing out of thin air.

Duels between knights generally served to defend insulted honor and had certain rules.

However, the two clearly did not intend to abide by those so-called rules.

They attacked directly!

“Boom!”

The ground trembled.

Karl turned into a blur and pounced towards the opposite side.

Combat Technique ━ Eagle Strike!

Combat Technique ━ Gale Slash!

More than ten afterimages instantly spread across the area, like a curtain of swords, falling from the sky and slashing towards Tim.

“A knight?”

Tim raised an eyebrow:

“You really became a knight!”

“But……”

“So what?”

Zero-Circle Spell ━ Azure Wave Protection!

The water flow rotated rapidly, instantly forming a huge water ball, firmly enveloping Tim within.

“Boom!”

The sword shadows landed on the water ball, immediately creating ripples.

The water rippled.

But the person inside was unharmed.

With his vision covered by the sword shadows and unable to see, Tim’s expression remained calm and unperturbed. He even said:

“Among the natural schools and elemental wizards, the strongest defense is the water element. Unless you are a Grand Knight, don’t even think about breaking through the defense of Azure Wave Protection.”

“You……”

“How will you win against me?”

Before he could finish his sentence, his heart suddenly tightened.

“Tim, be careful!”

A startled cry came from his friend Ancelot below the stage. Tim subconsciously looked up and saw a giant hammer appearing out of thin air.

Titan’s Hammer!

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