Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 535 - 42: Meeting an Old Friend

Barro Bakery.

This is a very ordinary bakery that mainly serves several types of bread commonly consumed by ordinary families.

The shopkeeper Tess is a woman in her fifties, with a plump figure and a round face that naturally carries a hint of a smile.

"Ding ding ding..."

The shop door pushed open from the outside hit the hanging bell, ringing a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Welcome!"

Tess paused her work and nodded at the guest in greeting:

"What can I help you with?"

The guest walked in, temples gray and face wrinkled, clearly elderly but without the usual sense of decay or old-age smell.

Instead, very clean!

Clean like a young man.

The clothes worn were simply styled, without any frills or decorations, but the material was obviously high-grade.

The movements exuded a sense of nobility.

Tess’s eyes showed doubt; her shop catered to ordinary people, seldom encountering such individuals.

"I am Jenny’s friend."

Carl glanced at the layout of the bakery, speaking slowly with an almost imperceptible trembling in his voice:

"Is she here?"

Small business.

The business was quite ordinary, likely only sustaining basic needs for the family.

"Aunt Jenny?" Tess showed delighted surprise:

"You know Aunt Jenny? Her health isn’t very good; she’s resting in the backyard. I’ll take you there."

Wiping the flour off her hands, she pulled open the wooden plank of the counter, leading Carl toward the backyard.

What was called the backyard was actually a cramped courtyard where weak light cascaded down from above.

On a wooden chair, a white-haired old lady lay wrapped in a blanket, her eyes seemingly open and yet closed.

"Aunt Jenny!"

Tess approached, calling softly:

"Someone’s here to see you."

"..." Jenny opened her eyes, gaze muddy and sluggish, following Tess’s direction to look up.

At the moment she saw Carl, her gaze seemed to undergo a change, as if puzzled.

And somewhat hesitant.

"Uh... uh..."

"Jenny, it’s me." Carl stepped closer, squatting by the wooden chair, scrutinizing his former friend:

"Your voice..."

"Aunt Jenny lost her voice after an illness in her youth," Tess sighed:

"For the past two years, her memory has been deteriorating, sometimes even failing to recognize me."

"But she recognized you!"

Jenny’s slight change in mannerisms was already apparent to Tess, who was accustomed to them.

"An illness, unable to speak." Carl’s eyes were complicated:

"How could something like this happen?"

Jenny’s voice was extraordinarily unique, allowing her to join the National Opera House despite having no musical background.

Ruining her voice,

meant ruining everything.

And this should have been something that happened when she first arrived in the Royal City, yet she never mentioned it in her letters, only spoke of happy things.

"Mother said someone caused it," Tess whispered:

"But exactly who, I don’t know. After all, it was decades ago, and Aunt Jenny never talks about it."

"Your mother?"

"My mother Percy, both from the Barrow Opera Troupe with Aunt Jenny."

Carl nodded.

"Bread-making skills passed down from Jenny?"

"Yes."

No wonder!

The taste was so familiar.

Carl’s eyes were complex, destiny had already indicated to him, he should have known long ago.

"Ever since losing her voice, Aunt Jenny never smiled again. Later, with my parent’s help, she opened this bakery."

Tess explained:

"A few years ago, my parents passed away one after another, and there were some issues at home, so I came to help manage the business while caring for Aunt Jenny."

"Hmm." Carl stood up straight:

"I want to take Jenny to live with me."

"This..." Tess was stunned; she never considered Carl had ill intentions, after all, taking care of an elderly person with dementia was burdensome for anyone, she even complained sometimes.

"Wouldn’t be good?"

"It’s huge where I live, can accommodate many people." Carl spoke:

"Moreover, I’m missing a kitchen manager. If you’d like, you could come along too."

"Forgot to introduce."

"My name is Carl, I’m an Earl and have an estate in the suburbs."

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Time slipped by unknowingly.

In a flash.

Three years had passed.

Divine Domain Fragment.

"Done!"

Carl’s voice broke in a muffled shout, eyes suddenly wide, pupils radiating a bright light, like an abyss.

In his Spiritual Inner Sea, a complex and intricate magic circuit rapidly formed, voraciously devouring the surrounding Star Realm Energy, converting it into pure life essence, which flowed to all parts of his body.

Third Ring Witchcraft — Life Source!

Nourished by this life essence, the once stagnant Holy Demon Transformation was revived again.

’Holy Demon Transformation demands significant support; no wonder only a few Ancient Gods managed to cultivate it, and this is just the Silver Body. At this current rate, achieving perfection in the Golden Body would require astronomical resources.’

’But as long as there’s enough resource replenishment, the realm of this Holy Skill can advance rapidly, outpacing other Holy Skills.’

"Hmm..."

Carl’s eyes narrowed:

"Time to start!"

For the past three years, besides cultivating the Meditation Method and constructing the Third Ring Witchcraft Life Source, he was also probing the soul centipede’s response.

The soul centipede attached to his body was constantly seeking his demise.

One person, one creature, due to life-sharing, had come to deeply understand each other.

Carl was confident.

Even if the Green family member came, they couldn’t know the soul centipede better than him.

Now,

It’s time to resolve this trouble!

Ten Thousand Buddha Temple — Vajra Seal!

Hands forming a seal, smashing inward towards the soul centipede melded with his flesh, the formidable power erupted subtly.

"Boom!"

The soul centipede shuddered violently.

Carl’s face also paled, a trace of blood on his lips, with Life Source replenishing the lost vitality.

"Zzzzzz..."

The Third Tier soul centipede realized it was the critical moment and started to struggle frantically.

Even if it dies,

it wants to drag its owner and the target together in death!

"You cursed thing!"

Carl’s eyes widened, shouting angrily, dozens of tendrils emerged from his back, transforming into hand seals that rushed forth.

Myriad Buddha Hands — Twelve Consecutive Strikes!

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

"..."

"Puff!"

Carl spewed blood, instantly drained, with the soul centipede within him also suddenly stiffening, paralyzed.

"Again!"

Myriad Buddha Hands — Thirty-six Consecutive Hits!

Countless palm shadows descended from the sky, engulfing Carl instantly, fierce power surged into his flesh.

This strike landed on a defenseless body.

If not for cultivating Life Source beforehand, even a Silver Body would be crippled.

Now...

Carl slumped onto the ground, eyes blank, body slightly convulsing, yet still maintaining some life essence.

Beneath him, a finger-sized red centipede curled up trembling endlessly.

"Ha..."

Carl struggled to get up, found a container to store the soul centipede:

"Three and a half years, finally solved you."

"Expected ten or eight years, who knew so soon, seems pressure indeed fuels motivation."

If not for the soul centipede constantly threatening his life, Carl certainly couldn’t have mastered the Third Ring Witchcraft Life Source so quickly.

Not to mention, this time not only did he master the witchcraft, by slight refining, he could turn the soul centipede into his ace.

Misfortune might as well be the resting place of fortune.

"Next..."

"Holy Demon Transformation Seventh Layer!"