Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds

Even though Du Lu had a good temper, he couldn't help but feel displeased and subconsciously ignored Carl.

"Sorry!"

Just as he was about to speak, a weary Carl walked in from outside. His face showed fatigue as he said, "Something delayed me. I'm late."

"Carl!" Amy's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "You've arrived just in time. We just introduced ourselves and were about to discuss what to do next."

"Oh!"

Carl's eyes flickered slightly. He steadied himself before speaking, "Then I'll introduce myself too."

"Carl, Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, Great Knight, majoring in Water Magic of the Natural School, with a minor in Martial Arts."

"Hmm?"

"Eh!"

"Ah..."

Everyone was stunned.

A trace of blankness also appeared in Du Lu's eyes. "What did you just say?"

"A Great Knight?"

He had heard from Hibell that Carl had recently become an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, but she hadn't mentioned anything else.

"Yes." Carl nodded. "My Wizard Talent is poor. Fortunately, my Knight talent isn't bad, and now I am a Great Knight."

As he spoke, his body shook, and his Battle Aura surged.

The tangible surge of Battle Aura made everyone present catch their breath.

A Great Knight!

An indisputable Great Knight!

"...Good!" Du Lu, stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Very good!"

"A Great Knight combined with an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice is no worse than an ordinary Advanced Wizard Apprentice. Very good!"

"With such a powerful ally, taking action will be much more convenient for us."

Du Lu thought, Carl is so strong, yet Hibell asked me to look after him. With this kind of strength, he should be the one looking after others, not the other way around.

「...」

Dempsey was a faithful devotee of the Master of Dawn and a local bishop who had mastered seven Divine Arts. He was also the leader of the Luo Ta City resistance.

Even though Kolon's troops had already occupied this place, those loyal to Gando and the Master of Dawn were enduring hard times.

Dempsey still hadn't given up hope. He led the remnants of the resistance, struggling against Kolon.

CLATTER...

A pile of long cylindrical objects was dumped on the table by the resistance members.

"This is..." Du Lu asked, puzzled, "What is this?"

The people from the Black Swamp all looked baffled. Only Carl seemed to recognize it, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This thing...

"Firearms!" Dempsey said, his face solemn. "Manufactured by the Kolon military. They use gunpowder to propel iron projectiles and inflict damage."

"Even a Knight, if surrounded by a few of these without wearing armor, would find it hard to survive."

It really is a gun!

Carl picked up one of the firearms, his expression complex.

A gun!

The firearms from his memory!

And not the primitive fire-lances or matchlocks—these were clearly flintlock guns!

Properly constructed flintlock guns!

In his memory, flintlock guns were epoch-making weapons that had completely changed traditional warfare.

"Over these years, the King of Kolon has vigorously developed so-called 'technology,' creating many strange things," Dempsey said. "These firearms are one of them."

"And there are even more powerful cannons!"

"The reason the allied armies keep suffering defeats on the battlefield is because of a certain group of soldiers in the Kolon army."

"They wield flintlock guns and can directly confront Cavalry composed of Knights. Due to their large numbers and the support of long-range cannons, no army can stand against them."

Technology?

Guns and cannons?

Could it be that the King of Kolon is also a transmigrator?

Carl pondered.

Judging by the King of Kolon's actions, it indeed seemed likely.

From birth, he was blessed by the Divine, possessing wisdom beyond ordinary comprehension. He became king at a young age, aiming to revive the imperial glory of centuries past and initiating wars against other nations.

After some thought, he gently shook his head.

Probably not.

The King of Kolon's deeds were widely known. They didn't show many characteristics of a transmigrator; he seemed more like a monarch of great ambition and strategy.

Moreover, this world had the term 'technology' very early on. Sigerno City had nearly modernized factories.

The principles behind various mechanical creations weren't lacking; development was just slow due to suppression by the Church.

Developing firearms was actually quite normal.

Besides, the people of Kolon were known as Fire Stealers; their understanding of gunpowder already surpassed that of other kingdoms.

"Come!" While Carl was deep in thought, Priest Dempsey called over a resistance member, saying, "You, demonstrate how this thing works."

"Yes!"

The resistance member complied. He skillfully picked up a flintlock gun, loaded gunpowder, and pulled the trigger, aiming at a nearby wooden board.

From his practiced movements, it was clear Gando's side had also recognized the power of flintlock guns and learned to operate them.

BANG!

With a muffled explosion, the smell of gunpowder filled the air. Simultaneously, the wooden board ten meters away was instantly shattered.

That wooden board was nearly as hard as a Knight's plate armor.

The Wizard Apprentices who witnessed this paled drastically.

Without casting Defensive Magic, even they would hardly survive a shot to a vital area.

They then imagined every Kolon soldier in the city armed with a flintlock gun; even an Official Wizard would likely be riddled with holes.

"The power of these flintlock guns is immense. Crucially, they're simple to fire; even an ordinary person can quickly learn to use them."

Dempsey sighed. "It's because of these things that our resistance has struggled to make headway in close combat."

"Fortunately, you've come!"

He looked at Du Lu, his eyes bright with hope, "With Wizard Apprentices taking action, we can surely send that Demon, Bob, to hell!"

"This..." Du Lu, previously full of confidence, now looked somewhat pale. Hearing this, he gave an awkward smile.