Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 388 - 151 Blacksmith and City Lord_3

"Holy Skill?" Gando glanced at him. "That’s something for those on the Knight Path. A being like me... I cultivate my natural talents."

He then fixed Carl with a look. "Young man! I know you have many questions, but do you know how I survived that great war from all those years ago?"

Before Carl could speak, Gando pressed on, "Curb your pitiful curiosity. Don’t pry into certain existences; only then might you have a sliver of a chance at survival. That’s why I lived while others died!"

Carl looked intently at Gando. Regardless, Gando was the first Third-tier being he had ever encountered, and he didn’t seem dangerous. A Third-tier being inherently held many mysteries, not to mention this one had also survived the War of the Gods. Even if Gando’s attitude was cold, Carl resolved to seek his guidance more in the future.

After leaving the Dark Market, Carl sat cross-legged on the Magic Flying Carpet and rose into mid-air. He lowered his gaze to the strip of flesh in his hand.

It was two fingers long and one finger thick. The flesh was pink and tender, yet remarkably resilient to the touch—indeed as fresh as Gando had described. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Dharma Seal...

He shook his head lightly and placed the strip of flesh against his face.

The skin on his face immediately cracked open, as if tendrils lined with serrated edges bit into the strip of flesh, gradually devouring it.

The strip of flesh squirmed as if alive, transforming into tiny blood-red filaments that seeped towards his eyes.

Instantly, Carl’s eyes turned blood-red.

His pupils began to dilate and contract irregularly, and the blood vessels within them also changed under the Dharma Seal’s influence.

Soon, Carl squinted, resting his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his vision had sharpened; he could clearly see details more than half a kilometer away.

His pupils dilated further, and now even the finest motes of dust before him were distinguishable.

It’s somewhat useful, but not by much. For the perception of a Legendary Knight, the enhancement is almost negligible.

Besides, I have a Third-tier Abyssal Bloodline.

He shook his head. Just as he was about to give up on the Dharma Seal, Carl’s eyebrow twitched, and he looked down towards the City of Death.

In his sight, a swirl of black mist churned beneath the City of Death.

This aura was far less concentrated than Gando’s but immensely vast, with countless filaments extending to cover the entire city.

As far as he could see, almost everyone in the City of Death was connected by a black filament to the dark mist below.

The qualifier ’almost’ was used because some people weren’t connected—or rather, not yet.

Anyone who lives in the City of Death for a period of time will be bound for life, unable to escape unless they obtain redemption. No wonder such rules exist. So that’s the reason!

Carl had a sudden realization. This city is enveloped by a vast Barrier. Anyone who enters is targeted by a black filament. After they’ve lived in the city for a while, the filament connects them to the entity at the Barrier’s core.

No wonder merchants don’t dare to stay in the city for too long. Once entangled, if they can’t get permission to leave, the black filaments will harvest their lives.

The City Lord! The Lady of Death!

She’s using the lives of nearly a million people in this city to maintain her power, yet she’s still not Third-tier.

Carl narrowed his eyes. No! Something is devouring her energy. Without these million souls to sustain her, her power would surely wane!

Hm? I’ve been discovered!

The corners of Carl’s eyes suddenly burned, and two bloody tears streamed down. Instantly, his form flickered, and he ducked into the Dark Market.

The Dharma Seal broke!

However, once he entered the Dark Market, the lingering sense of crisis vanished.

That was close!

Carl wiped his forehead, though there was no sweat, and simultaneously wiped away the bloody tears from his face.

The condition of Mei Weiya, the Lady of Death, is probably typical for the powerful experts of this world. Their strength is suppressed and weakened, which is why they daren’t, and indeed cannot, easily reveal themselves, remaining holed up in their lairs for years.

This threshold... is likely Second Order!

No wonder the powerful individuals in this world seldom act. Even when they do, they aim for a swift resolution.

Carl stroked his chin. He selected an unoccupied building in the market, entered, and casually hung a sign by the entrance: "Buying Holy Skills, Curios. Price negotiable!"

For the next while, he planned to thoroughly explore the Dark Market, hoping to find what he was looking for.

He also needed to find Lev, the Holy Hall deacon, and Yana, who was very likely hiding here.