Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 531 - 38: Inheritance

Angel Remiller, clad in a white robe and holding scriptures, declined others’ invitations and walked slowly to a corner of the gathering.

There, someone was admiring the carvings on the wall.

The carvings depicted a scene of angels fighting demons, and his gaze rested on one particular angel.

That was an angel who delivered messages on the battlefield.

Although her status was low, having specific duties meant her name was known to countless people.

"The Messenger who controls dreams and thunder, a Constant Attendant beside the seven Great Angels, the Angel Remiller who brings sleep."

Carl’s voice was slow:

"I never thought such a being could reside in the human world."

"I remember you." Remiller spoke:

"The Wizard Apprentice beside Catherine. But I heard you already went to that Wizard World, how come you’ve returned?"

"I grew old, missed my hometown, so I came back." Carl turned, looking at the other, furrowing his brows instinctively:

"Such great hostility..."

"Don’t forget the agreement between Gods and Wizards; you have no right to act unless I violate it."

This agreement is unbreakable.

At least not for angels.

Back then, Grey Robed Wizard Adison was so disliked that the Divine had to find ways to make him commit suicide rather than acting directly.

"Hmph!" Remiller snorted coldly:

"Those without faith are never worthy of trust. What’s your true purpose here?"

"I told you, retirement." Carl shrugged and asked:

"How is Catherine doing now?"

"She is well." Remiller’s eyes deepened, gazing at him before turning away, leaving a sentence:

"Don’t speak carelessly."

"Strange?" Carl looked perplexed:

"Did I offend her?"

"This old gentleman..." As he pondered, a young man approached:

"Do you know Bishop Louis?"

"Well..." Carl tilted his head:

"Met a few times in my youth."

"Then you must be her elder." The young man rejoiced:

"I’m a loyal follower, always hoping to receive Bishop Louis’s blessing, unsure if there’s a chance."

"If I could spend some time alone, that would be even better!"

Carl chuckled.

Right now, he wasn’t deliberately disguising himself, plus he was injured, looking like an elderly man in his sixties or seventies.

While Remiller’s appearance was merely in his twenties or thirties.

Seeing him in his youth naturally meant he was an elder.

And the young man apparently fancied Remiller, after all, would an angel’s appearance be anything less than beautiful?

"No hurry for now."

Carl pointed with a finger:

"Who is that person?"

"Him?" The young man frowned:

"Kolon’s envoy, Poison Wolf Cecilia, a very sharp-toothed persuader and rogue."

Hmm?

Kolon’s envoy?

Carl raised his brow.

Remiller was an angel under the Master of Dawn.

The God of Intense Sun worshiped by Kolon Kingdom and the Master of Dawn worshiped by Gando Kingdom are currently in conflict.

’No wonder!’

’Remiller secretly meeting Kolon’s envoy, clearly unusual, perhaps planning to turn the enemy?’ Carl pondered.

It seemed he stumbled upon a secret, prompting murderous intent from Remiller.

"Young man."

Smiling at the hopeful young man beside him, Carl spoke:

"From what I know, Louis has devoted everything to the Master of Dawn and will not care about mortal love."

"Give up!"

Patted the young man’s shoulder, Carl walked upstairs.

He was not interested in Remiller’s secrets, even if the Gods fought to the death, it had nothing to do with him.

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Days later.

North Suburb of the Royal City.

Bastin drove to an estate, and after parking the carriage, helped Carl down.

"Honorable Count Karl,"

An aquiline-nosed middle-aged man came to greet them, speaking with flattery:

"Welcome."

"Old Sir Carl." Shalin gently bowed beside him:

"We meet again."

"Hmm."

Carl nodded, tapping the ground lightly with his cane, lifting his murky eyes to the estate ahead.

He asked:

"Is this the place?"

"Correct." The middle-aged man hurriedly nodded:

"My lord, this was originally the Hill family’s private residence, but the family moved to the city, leaving it unused."

"Though it looks a bit rundown outside, its contents are well-preserved inside, with a little care it can be lived in."

"Oh!" Carl chuckled, walking towards the estate:

"Is it truly so?"

The middle-aged man’s expression changed slightly.

"Count Karl," Shalin smiled:

"According to my investigation, this estate has passed through at least four owners in the last thirty years."

"And in each tenure, tragedies occurred."

"Ah!"

Bastin paled.

The middle-aged man’s face grew increasingly unsightly; he was a real estate agent, selling houses was his goal.

Thus, he couldn’t help but look unfavorably at Shalin.

However, this woman’s status was special, far beyond his reach to provoke, leaving him no choice but to swallow his discontent.

"Tragedies,"

Carl nodded:

"The kind involving deaths?"

"Yes."

Shalin affirmed:

"Such large estates are difficult to sell, swapping four owners in thirty years is quite frequent due to this reason."

"But it’s also because of this point that the price is very cheap, only two thousand gold coins to acquire. Actually, if you hadn’t mentioned you’re not concerned about so-called haunted houses, I wouldn’t recommend it."

"Two thousand gold coins." Carl sighed:

"Indeed cheap."

A similar estate in Sigerno City would cost nearly two thousand gold coins, and here it’s the same price.

Considering this is the Royal City!

"Show me around."

This was naturally said to the real estate agent.

"Certainly."

The middle-aged man was about to give up but brightened at these words, hurriedly gesturing behind him:

"Right this way!"

The estate was vast, including landscaping and several rows of trees nearby, spanning dozens of acres, but clearly abandoned.

Due to being for sale, the Hill family had tidied it a bit, but not diligently.

There were clear spider webs, animal corpses in corners, and many places emitted a peculiar smell.

Similar to the scent of decay.

"My lord, this estate’s location is excellent, with a grand avenue directly leading to the inner city, and the building materials cost a fortune, even the interior arrangement was meticulous."

The man introduced:

"Buying it, even without living in it, makes a good investment, two thousand gold coins is already rock-bottom."

"Hmm."

Carl nodded expressionlessly, walking to a locked door, asking:

"Why is this room locked?"

"This..." The man’s face changed slightly, instinctively avoiding the door, whispering:

"This door leads to the estate’s basement. It’s said that a demon is sealed there, causing the owner’s demise."

"Later, this door was locked."

"Demon?" Carl shook his head:

"The Divine’s glory is everywhere, what demon would exist."

There was no demon, naturally.

But there were wizards!

Returning this time, Carl naturally wanted to avoid the Green family’s vengeance, and secondly, sought remnants left by Adison.

Adison was merely a Second Ring Wizard, nowhere near Carl’s power now.

Yet he was the top force having cultivated to the Second Ring in this wizarding wasteland.

He was somewhat curious about his inheritance.

After devouring Adison’s Residual Soul, Carl naturally knew where he hid the legacy.

Gando Kingdom!

Suburban estate.

Right behind this door.

However, Adison had arranged for someone to guard his legacy, but their whereabouts are currently unknown.