A few days later.

Monica asked people to send the news.

Decades ago, there was indeed a woman named Jenny who came to the National Opera House, and she had an amazing singing talent, and she rose to prominence in just a few months.

Later, as he grew older, his voice changed, and he gradually became a marginalized person in the theater.

It didn't take long to leave the opera house.

Since then, she has been missing. According to old people of that generation, Jenny left the royal city and went somewhere else.

"well!"

Karl sighed:

"Jenny and I still had correspondence back then, and we didn't mention these things. We just talked about how life was good."

"I probably don't want you to worry." Charlene came to visit today and ate at the table together:

"The situation is very chaotic now. It's probably not easy to find old friends who we haven't contacted for decades."

"Forget it." Karl shook his head gently:

"Everyone has their own destiny. Even if I find her, I can't get back the feeling I had when I was young."

"Yes." Charlene should be:

"Earl, you mentioned that you want to find a housekeeper for the manor. I would like to ask you to place an advertisement in the newspaper."

"Advertisement?" Karl raised his head:

"What's your newspaper's idea?"

"Yes." Charlene said:

"Our newspaper plans to develop new revenue channels. We will use part of the cover to publish advertisements. We only need to pay a small amount of money to let the entire royal city know. Isn't it a good deal?"

"Other newspapers have already made changes and if we don't we will be left behind."

"Yes." Karl nodded, picked up the wheat bread and chewed it in his mouth. The soft bread and the scent of wheat matched perfectly:

"This bread is pretty good."

"There's no problem with advertising, but I like to be quiet. It won't work if everyone comes. Can the newspaper office screen them?"

"This..." Charlene thought for a while and said:

"Can."

Advertising in a newspaper is not cheap, and as the newspaper's first advertiser, she is willing to give some preferential treatment.

At worst, the conditions should be set more stringently, and then the identity should be verified first, and then come for the interview.

"That's good."

Karl wiped his hands with a silk scarf and stood up:

"I'm waiting for your good news."

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Another world.

Karl appeared on the ground floor of the Flame Palace, reached out and took a piece of letterhead, unfolded it and shook his head slightly.

"Intercept and kill the gods' relatives..."

"I'm injured right now, so it's not convenient for me to do anything!"

There has been no news for so long. It seems that Mevia is a little impatient, but it is really inconvenient for Karl.

He also wanted to hunt down the gods' relatives to increase his strength, but he was unable to do so.

After replying to the other party, Karl turned and returned to the fragments of the God's Domain to continue practicing the 'Origin Sea Meditation Method'.

At present, his mental power is not enough to support the construction of three-ring witchcraft. He must first improve his mental power.

Time passes slowly.

Half a year later.

Name: Carl

Physique: 40.3

Mental strength: 30

Essence: 0

Level: Level 2 Holy Knight, Level 2 Wizard

Abyss blood fusion degree: 62%

In the nearly a year since he was bitten by the soul centipede, his physique has not improved at all.

Even without the absolute control of the physical body by the fragments of the divine realm, it would probably be reduced to less than forty.

And the mental strength finally reached thirty.

"With the help of God-given things, I have understood the power of water and the root of life. I have been exposed to the third-level knowledge in advance, and I have the foundation to build three-ring witchcraft."

"The Origin Sea Meditation Method is not considered top-notch in the Six-ring Tower, but it is already one of the best natural school methods in the Magic Forest. It reaches the fourth level and can reduce the difficulty of constructing water-based witchcraft to a certain extent."

"Coupled with the absolute mastery of the fragments of the Divine Realm, this is how we can build the source of life at the second level."

After thinking about it, Karl's expression condensed.

start!

The spiritual power of a three-ring wizard is at least fifty, which seems to be not much more than thirty, but in fact it is a huge difference.

The gap between the second and third rings is so huge that it’s disappointing.

Like now.

Even with the absolute rationality and absolute control of the Divine Domain Fragments, it is still extremely difficult to construct the source of life.

It's like weaving a soft and complicated piece of clothing with threads made of iron wire, which is extremely energy-consuming.

Half a month later.

Karl, with dull eyes, sat in the middle of the manor's flower garden, his consciousness empty and an expression of despair.

"count?"

Terry, the manor director, is a middle-aged man in his forties. His father was still a baron, but the title was passed to his brother. The relationship between the two brothers was not good and they have been living abroad ever since.

His aristocratic upbringing and familiarity with the lifestyle of the upper class, coupled with his ability to be humble and humble despite his status, made him the most suitable candidate to be a housekeeper.

Actually.

Karl interviewed several people, and Terry's excellence far surpassed the others and successfully applied for the manor housekeeper.

"I'm fine."

After coming back to his senses, Karl waved his hand:

"As people get older, they inevitably become a little distracted."

"Do you need a doctor to take a look at your body?" Terry asked in a low voice:

"I know a church theologian who is also a part-time doctor. He is very skilled in divine and medical skills."

"No need." Karl shook his head:

"I just need to rest."

"...Yes." Terry didn't insist:

"The weather has started to get colder. I asked someone to bring me a blanket. It won't be good if my body catches a cold."

Terry was very satisfied with this 'master'.

Less work,

More money,

Good temper.

Since arriving at this manor, Terry's life has been more comfortable than ever before, and it is not shameful to say that he serves the earl.

It's a pity.

Count Carl has no descendants, and his body is getting weaker day by day. He often sits and stays still for a whole day.

People are very worried about his physical condition.

…………

Days pass by one after another.

This day.

Carl put down the bread in his hand and sighed:

"Changed?"

"Yes."

Terry nodded:

"The baker, Tammy, had an accident at home and applied for resignation. If the earl doesn't like this taste, I will change someone else."

"Forget it."

Carl waved his hand:

"Ask Bastin to prepare the carriage."

"Yes." Terry responded:

"I heard that there will be a lot of new things in the exhibition hall today, and it is said that several ritual vessels of gods will be exhibited."

"Maybe..."

"Can be sold."

Carl's eyes moved slightly.

He didn't have many entertainment activities in the royal city. After all, an old man who is almost seventy years old is not convenient to do many things.

The only hobby is to participate in various exhibition hall activities.

He especially likes to collect all kinds of strange things.

This is normal.

Many nobles like to collect antiques and artworks, but Carl's collection is relatively unconventional.

Most of them are related to gods.

According to him, he has a loyal belief in God and can't bear to let these things drift away.

In this regard, the angel Remiel sneered.

The real reason is of course the source. Some antiques contain source. Although it is small, mosquito meat is also meat.

The carriage is driving on the road.

The days are comfortable, Bastin seems to be getting younger and younger. He waved the reins, pointed to a shop on the street, and said:

"Count Carl, the skills of the last cook in the manor were learned from this Barrow Bakery."

"The old lady in the bakery has been making bread for decades."

"Stop the car."

"Huh?"

"I said stop the car!"

"Yes."

Bastin hurriedly stopped the carriage and helped Carl down.

"Barrow Bakery."

Looking at the bakery in front of him, Carl's eyes were complicated:

"It turns out that Jenny has been staying in the Royal City and the Barrow Singing Group. She still misses the past."

"The guidance of fate..."

"Aya, is this the blessing of the goddess of fate?"

The blessing of the goddess of fate will guide him to meet the people he wants to meet and the things he wants to do.

But,

Is this really a good thing?

Sometimes forgetting is lucky.

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