Wizard, I have a different world

Half a month later.

Connie Bergman "accidentally" saw the news in the newspaper. He rushed to the royal city after a long journey and met his grandfather Carl Bergman. News Daily even conducted a follow-up report on the matter.

certainly.

Connie and Carl are both the same person. With Carl's method, it is easy to create a phantom to confuse other people.

Ray Miller, the only one who saw through it, didn't intend to expose it either.

A few more days passed.

Count Karl, who was 'seriously ill', closed his eyes early one morning.

With the help of others, 'Connie' held a funeral for the old earl, inherited the earl's title, and officially became the owner of the manor.

"Hush!"

Coachman Bastin carefully parked the carriage and looked towards the carriage:

"Count, the church has arrived."

"Um."

Karl nodded in agreement, opened the car curtain and slowly came down, looked at the cowering Bastin and said with a smile:

"You don't have to be so nervous. As the old man of the manor, I have no intention of dismissing or replacing you."

After all, the two of them have some fate.

"Yes." Bastin looked delighted. He didn't know that the young man in front of him was actually Old Karl. He had been on tenterhooks during this period:

"Thank you, Earl. I will definitely do a good job in the future."

"You should do your job well." Karl straightened his clothes and typed two sentences:

"My grandfather was not in good health before and rarely came out. As a result, as a coachman, you are not even familiar with the roads of the royal city. This is a serious dereliction of duty."

"Absolutely not in the future!" Bastin said hurriedly:

"I bought a map of the Royal City and asked a few colleagues to understand the road conditions. This will never happen."

"That's good." Karl took out his cane and tapped the ground, walking towards the entrance of the church.

The stone pillars of the church are thick and thick, supporting a sky.

The rough texture and dark brown color all show how much time this building has gone through.

Old, simple, vast, majestic...

No building has ever given Carl this feeling. In addition to the building itself, there should be other factors.

like……

Divine power?

There was a candle burning in a corner behind the column. A woman knelt in front of the candle and prayed softly, with a faint flame looming.

"Pious believer, the merciful Lord of the Morning has listened to your prayers and will also send blessings."

Remiller stood in front of a believer, holding a scripture in one hand and gently touching the believer's head with the other hand:

"Go back! Your child has been redeemed."

"Thank you, Father! Thank you, Father!" The believer's face was filled with ecstasy, tears streaming down his face, and he kept kowtowing.

After sending away the believers, Remiller closed the book and looked sideways:

"Count Connie, are you here this time to dedicate your loyalty to the great Lord of the Morning?"

"Of course the Lord of the Dawn is great, but unfortunately I am just a mortal and can't give up my secular thoughts for the time being." Karl spread his hands and said:

“I prefer a deal that satisfies both parties rather than a one-sided dedication.”

"snort!"

Remiller hummed:

"Change somewhere."

She did not want to desecrate the holy church.

Side hall.

Reluctantly, Remiller took out a few things and placed them on the table, motioning for Karl to check them.

"These items were contributed by devout believers. This candlestick was even used in the temple of God."

"There is also this roll of blanket, which was woven stitch by stitch by thirty women who are skilled weavers for half a year."

"This..."

Karl reached out and brushed the objects in the field one by one, and paused on the candlestick:

"This thing is good."

Not every thing that comes from the divine realm has sefirot. On the contrary, not many have sefirot.

Essence +3

“You like things that God has used?”

Remiller's eyes flashed:

"It's better to believe in God. With your strength, if you believe in God, you might be able to get the position of an archangel."

Archangel,

The most powerful being among the gods.

Karl waved his hand to reject it and asked:

"Can God's things be shared by believers in God's Domain?"

"How is that possible?" Remiller shook his head:

"The Divine Realm also has levels. People who have just entered the Divine Realm also need to clean, cook, farm and weave."

"Only after passing the test and becoming an angel can you obtain some privileges, but life will definitely be much better than that of mortals."

For an unbeliever like Karl, she did not describe the divine realm as perfectly as recorded in the book.

"Um?"

Karl looked up:

"Do people in the Divine Realm also need to eat?"

"Of course." Remiller nodded.

God has the ability to create food, but it requires divine power, and it is not cost-effective to use divine power on this.

As for those who enter the divine realm, they only want to enjoy themselves and do not want to work...

Such people cannot enter the divine realm, and even if they do, they will be expelled.

"Where is this one?"

Karl picked up a quill, narrowed his eyes and stroked it gently:

"A very special material."

"This is the feather of a bald eagle. It is not an ordinary bald eagle, but a special legendary creature." Remiller said:

"God has written in it."

Essence +2

‘It seems that only things contaminated with the aura of the gods contain the source of essence, and this is the same in the divine realm. ’

With his thoughts turning, Karl asked:

"Take these things down. What if the Lord of the Morning discovers them?"

"Don't worry, we won't find it." Remiller said:

"These are all things in the warehouse. They are no longer used. Even if you don't take them down, you still need to deal with them."

"God won't care about these."

"That's good." Carl smiled:

"I hope to get some things that gods have touched next time. The longer they can be used, the better."

"Don't look at me with such strange eyes."

Glancing at Remiele who looked strange, Carl explained:

"You should also know that in the mortal world, some believers are willing to pay any price to get these things."

"God is irreplaceable in their minds!"

"Heh..." Remiele looked disdainful:

"If you are greedy, you will never enter the realm of God."

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Using a bunch of wizard items, he exchanged for more than a dozen "specialties" of the realm of God, and got 7 points of source essence by the way.

On the way back in the carriage, Carl closed his eyes and thought.

Since he advanced to the third ring wizard, twenty points of source essence can increase one point of mental strength or physical fitness.

The value of the third level is fifty-one hundred.

Relatively speaking, seven points of source essence are not much, but this deal is long-term and safe.

Opening his eyes and touching his forehead, Carl looked helpless.

The final counterattack of the lich Addison left a stubborn "scar" in his spiritual sea.

It is difficult to repair in a short time.

Estimated...

"At least ten years!"

"Lich inheritance, flame meditation method, three-plate skills, ten thousand Buddha hands, holy magic transformation, and the method of hiding breath..."

"It's just right to practice a little during this time."

Counting the things on him, Carl whispered:

"But before that, I still have to go to another world and find a safe place to settle down."

"Oh!"

"And the black swamp will open the star gate in a few years. I wonder if I can do something?"

With a plan, he closed his eyes again.