A few days later, in the main world.
"It's finally done!"
Karl opened his eyes, his face full of excitement, and waved his arms desperately to vent his excitement.
After a period of attempts, with the help of the power of the God's Domain, he successfully constructed a spell model of the secondary magic field in his sea of consciousness.
Different from meditation.
The construction of the spell model is very complicated, and it is impossible to think hard before casting each spell.
Once it is successfully constructed, it will be stable and can be brought to the real world, and it will not collapse just because it leaves the God's Domain.
"I haven't even started meditation yet, but I have cultivated a zero-ring witchcraft. I should be unprecedented, right?"
Karl muttered to himself, and then carefully activated the spell model in the sea of consciousness according to the records in the book.
Secondary magic field!
"Buzz..."
A silent tremor came from the sea of consciousness, and then an invisible force field came out of the body, covering an area of meters.
This is a special feeling.
For a while, Karl was actually immersed in it, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.
"When the secondary spell force field is activated, mental power will continue to be consumed. With my current mental power, it can only last for five to six minutes at most."
"This is when it is not affected by external forces."
"Defense..."
Karl took a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and left a note on the paper.
"It is difficult for ordinary people to break the force field with their bare hands. If they hold a weapon, it can resist three full hits."
"This is obviously weaker than Miles."
"It seems that the same witchcraft and the same spell model, when performed by different people, have different powers."
Miles can easily distort the attacks of the knight's squires by casting a secondary spell force field, and can also block most of Dinah's attacks with her full sword skills.
It is far from what Karl can do now.
However, it is obvious that Miles's witchcraft also has its limits, which is why the force field disappeared and got shot to death by the hidden arrow.
"Releasing witchcraft consumes mental power, and I can feel obvious fatigue. I guess it is caused by insufficient mental power."
After constructing a zero-ring witchcraft in the sea of consciousness, in addition to excitement and excitement, there are many doubts.
Karl is now a little impatient to go to the manor outside the city to ask for follow-up knowledge.
"No hurry."
Putting down the pen, he looked at the moon outside the window: "Let's go to the other world first."
Black City's January 1st safety day is coming soon, and the opportunity cannot be missed.
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"Crack..."
Pushing open the door, Karl stretched his muscles and bones facing the gloomy street and let out a long breath.
As the saying goes, the more skilled, the bolder.
He is now completely different from before.
Not only did he practice the poisonous wolf breathing method to become a knight's squire, he even learned a zero-ring witchcraft.
His strength has skyrocketed.
Even the oppression brought by this gloomy and dark black city has been weakened a lot.
Laka Market.
Karl, wearing a black cloak, stood at the entrance of the market street and looked at the rack built with wooden stakes in front of him.
There were several corpses hanging on the wooden rack.
The corpses had been tortured cruelly before their death, and the slow-sounding scars and purple bruises on their bodies were particularly eye-catching.
The cold wind blew, and the stench of corpses was pungent.
The prisoners hanging here are those who have violated the taboos of Black City. Most of them are those who want to escape from the city.
"Cologne..."
Karl lowered his head and whispered, with a sigh in his voice: "I said, don't always think about leaving Black City, it would be better to stay and do business safely?"
"Now this is the end."
Cologne is dead.
It was the one who sold him the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique. When he came here last time, the other party said that there was a way to escape from Black City.
Now he is hung on a wooden frame for public display.
With a pair of bulging eyes and a hideous face, it seems that his escape plan did not succeed after all.
"Alas!"
Karl sighed and walked into the market.
"Rat meat, fresh and unrotten rat meat, one or two portions for half a black stone!"
"The best Kalia sword is sharp and light, and is the best choice for killing those half-dead creatures..."
"Clean water! Filtered clean water, without any impurities, only one black stone can buy eight liters..."
The vendors' shouts were the same as usual, and did not change because of the corpse hanging on the wooden rack.
"The price has increased."
"Both meat and clean water have increased to a certain extent. It should be more difficult to get food in winter."
Karl walked and stopped along the way, inquiring about the market, and stopped in front of the stalls he was interested in from time to time.
"What is this?"
He picked up a yellow lump that looked like soil and asked curiously.
"Clay." The stall owner explained: "It contains mucus secreted by underground worms. It can be eaten. One black stone can be exchanged for ten."
"Food?" Karl frowned.
This is obviously a piece of soil that can be found everywhere.
"Of course." Seeing that he didn't believe it, the stall owner took the clay and licked it near his mouth, then handed it back: "Although it has a smell of earth, you can swallow it. If you taste it carefully, you can taste a hint of sweetness. The clay here is all top-quality goods, with a lot of mucus."
"If there is not enough mucus, eating too much will block your stomach and intestines. Many people die from eating dirt."
Looking at the soil handed over, there were obvious traces of saliva on it, and Karl waved his hands to refuse.
Eat dirt?
Are the days below so hard?
Thinking about it, he pointed to a pile of powder next to him: "What is this?"
"Soul powder." The stall owner put away the clay and explained casually: "When you kill a half-dead creature, there will be these things next to the corpse. After eating it, you will be excited and can also increase your strength a little. It is said that it is a must-have for some secret medicines."
"Two black stones for one serving."
"Oh!" Karl touched his chin then said: "Do you want marinated meat strips?"
"Yes!" The stall owner's eyes lit up: "Of course, if the quality of the meat strips is good enough, I can give you a cheaper price."
After a moment, Karl was carrying a package and continued to stroll in the market.
"Uncle?"
A timid voice sounded: "Is that you, uncle?"
Karl turned his head and saw a ragged boy standing not far away, staring at him.
"It's you."
Karl thought for a moment and remembered the other person's name: "Aya?"
Since Cologne was going to leave Black City, his stall would be transferred in advance, and it was Aya who took over his stall.
This girl who looked like a thin teenager was actually a girl.
"It's really you, Uncle Karl." Aya looked excited: "It's been a long time since you left last time. Uncle, what do you want to buy? If I have it, I will definitely give you the cheapest price."
The other party was so enthusiastic that Karl felt a little embarrassed. He didn't plan to go to Aya's stall at the beginning.
"Okay!"
He sighed and went to the stall to flip through it casually.
"You don't have what I want here."
"What does uncle want?" Aya's eyes dimmed, and then she cheered up: "I'll prepare it for you next time."
"What do I want..." Karl shook his head gently: "I don't want anything specific."
"That... doesn't matter." Aya forced a smile to cover up the disappointment in her heart: "I will prepare more and better things. Next time you come to the market, you can come and have a look."
"I'm not sure when I'll come next time." Karl stood up: "Let's talk about it later!"
"Okay."
Aya nodded with difficulty: "Uncle, take care, you're always welcome here."
Karl did not respond.
It is also necessary to pay black stones to set up a stall in the market. Aya's business is so bad that it is uncertain whether she will be there next time.
The possibility of not being there is greater.
A little girl, no need to care.
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