"This situation usually occurs when one's spirit has been corrupted by an Evil God. Only a Divine can purify such corruption. Otherwise, there's no hope."
"Evil God?" Carl, who had casually asked the question without expecting any real answer, was startled by the response, "Can't witchcraft accomplish that?"
"Perhaps a Wizard of the Third Ring or above could manage it, but a Second Circle Wizard definitely could not." Arthur shook his head and asked, "Have you encountered followers of an Evil God?"
"Being targeted by an Evil God, such people are beyond salvation, and no Divine is willing to save the followers of an Evil God."
So that's how it is! Carl slowly nodded.
An Otherworld, with Evil Gods?
Occupation: Grand Knight, Intermediate Wizard Apprentice
Two broadswords crossed in the air, accompanied by surging Battle Aura, causing the air in front to rapidly vibrate.
The ground and the air trembled heavily.
Even if there were a huge rock in front of him, it would be blasted to dust by this strike.
Carl held a broadsword in each hand, swinging the several-dozen-pound swords as if they were mere straw.
The extreme speed generated a violent breeze around him, which possessed terrifying lethal power.
Secret Skill—Giantification!
With a shimmer, Carl's figure swelled hugely, instantly transforming into a towering giant five meters tall.
Simultaneously, "HUM..." The two broadswords in his hands also grew larger, turning into massive swords over three meters long that resembled planks.
A casual swing produced a howling gale.
The broadswords were not simply enlarged; their weight increased from several dozen pounds to several hundred pounds.
Both swords together weighed over a thousand pounds!
Such a violation of the law of conservation of energy was naturally due to Extraordinary Power, and both swords were also Demonized Items.
With a heavy giant sword in hand, a simple smash could easily bring down a house.
If he were on the battlefield, his charge would be the nightmare of any opposing force.
Let alone Knights, even Grand Knights might not be able to withstand him head-on.
Moreover, around Carl, the spell field and the influence of changes in gravity greatly weakened the capabilities of anyone who got close.
Even Grand Knights would have their strength constrained.
Both swords struck the ground.
Carl's figure also gradually shrank, and surprisingly, his clothes changed along with him.
"At least I don't have to keep bursting out of my shirts." He sheathed his broadswords and murmured as he held his hands out, "The feeling of growing stronger, it's truly wonderful."
With an ample supply of potions, Carl's strength increased visibly each day.
"Within one year, at most three years, I will have enough spiritual power to construct six Zero-Circle Magic spells and become an Advanced Wizard Apprentice."
"By then, the blood-flesh transformation can likely proceed simultaneously."
"Uncle." Ayala furrowed her brows, "Something's been off in the city lately."
"Yeah, yeah." Leon was shoveling food, nodding continuously, and when he spoke, rice sprayed from his mouth, "I've also felt that something isn't right."
"Finish your meal before you talk. Wasting food! Have you forgotten the times you were hungry?" Ayala glared at him and turned to ask, "Uncle, do you know what's going on?"
"It must be some internal changes within the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce." Carl stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, "It's not our concern, no need to meddle."
Just the day before yesterday, there were people stationed near the shop, monitoring his every move, but now they were gone.
This suggested Lula no longer cared if Carl leaked any information, which most likely meant that the information had already been leaked.
Based on the timing, that patient must have already passed away.
If it really was Zimorman, his absence for such a long time would certainly arouse suspicion among the Chamber of Commerce members.
Even Ayala and the others could sense that something was awry, so the frequently mobilized high-ranking members of the Chamber of Commerce would definitely be more aware.
"Right!" Carl asked, "Are the goods I ordered here yet?"
"The water monkeys have arrived." Ayala replied, "But the rest haven't. I asked the people at the goods yard; they just say they're busy and keep brushing me off."
Hmm? Carl frowned. "The money... it has already been paid."
"Exactly!" Ayala sounded somewhat indignant, "Not only is the merchandise not delivered, but the share we're supposed to receive this month hasn't been credited either. They say the accounts are unclear."
"Our accounts have always been precise, with not a single issue ever!"
Carl stroked his chin.
As a 'low-level person' in the Chamber of Commerce, he thought he would be unaffected, but it seemed that wasn't the case.
Without the flesh and organs of Legendary Creatures for analysis, further progress in Bloodline Wizardry would be difficult.
Several days had passed. Both broadswords had already been reforged. Why haven't the goods been delivered yet?
"I'll go take a look."
"Now?" Ayala looked at the sky, "Isn't it too late?"
"It's fine." Carl walked forward, "It won't take long."
The goods yard was near the Herb Market. Even before he got close, a hint of doubt appeared in Carl's eyes.
Not here? They've actually moved!
He had left a mark on the body of the Wind Wing Lion, and now, it was clearly not in its original place.
With a light push of his feet, Carl's figure disappeared from the spot, speeding toward the city's interior.
The sky gradually darkened.
Carl appeared in front of a manor.
Besides the president who oversaw everything, the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce had two vice presidents and Lula, each responsible for different parts of the business.
This is Vice President Jasper's territory!
No wonder I couldn't get the goods. They had already changed hands, and I had once offended Jasper. With the situation in the Chamber of Commerce unclear, a hold-up was only too normal. Even if control of the Chamber of Commerce didn't end up in Lula's hands, no one would dare complain if the goods weren't delivered.