Abe the Wizard

"By this point, I am err... probably a head commander!" Abel said in an arrogant tone, flexing his muscles.

This news made the Lord of Marshall even happier than hearing Abel becoming an Earl, "My spirit, even my family in Bakong City has only ever had one commander before the inheritance had ended. You are already a head commander. It seems like our family will go down in history!"

"Master, shouldn't we ask the young master to come inside first? They still have a lot of guards outside!" Steward Lindsey reminded The Lord of Marshall.

"That's right, Abel, we'll go In first. You have too many guards. I'm afraid our castle might not be big enough!" Said the Lord of Marshall gazing towards the guards.

"Don't worry about them; they can camp outside!" Abel smiled and entered the castle with The Lord of Marshall.

As soon as they entered the castle, a troop of 20 warriors bowed and called in unison, "Welcome home, Master!"

"Stand up!" Said Abel, waving his hand.

The 20 warriors were all equipped with the same gear: a little round shield and a longsword. Those were some of the first magic weapons Abel had made. Most of those 20 warriors were middle-aged, and Abel knew them quite well. They were the first batch of old fighters brought home by The Lord of Marshall.

After countless battles, including the one with the novice wizards, some of those 20 warriors had died, and The Lord of Marshall had replaced them with some younger ones.

Therefore, by this point, this troop was basically some of the most powerful around Harvest City due to their powerful weapons.

Also, the younger warriors were all carefully picked out from the domain and equipped with Abel's weapons as well. They trained night and day and under the guidance of those old warriors, and they had also developed an endless loyalty for Abel.

"I'll give these 20 men back to you. I know you have so many guards outside, but it is still better to have your family's warriors fight for you!" The Lord of Marshall said with a smile as he pointed at the troop.

"How about the other troop?" Abel asked quietly.

The Lord of Marshall knew Abel was asking about those 10 death warriors in black armor who had guarded Abel and steward Ken back to Abel Castle.

"They're still in Abel castle protecting steward Ken just like you had commanded. If you didn't come back, they would probably guard it until the day they die!" The Lord of Marshall didn't know how to describe those death warriors as a knight, but he still respected their spirit a lot.

"Uncle Marshall, in the next few days, there will be some dwarf constructors coming here. I want to build my magic tower on that little mountain at the back. I want to turn that part of my domain into a ground for my magic towers. Those magic towers will guard Harry Castle, and I will make sure this place exists forever!" Abel pointed at the back.

The Lord of Marshall also had many sentimental feelings for Harry Castle. He built this place from the ground up with his wife. In the end, his wife had gone into an endless sleep here, so he would not leave it no matter what.

The Lord of Marshall then fell silent for a while before he said softly, "Abel, thank you so much,"

When he saw the atmosphere taking a sad route, Abel quickly changed the topic, "Uncle Marshall. I've brought some goodies back. Let's head to the inventory!"

"Ok, let's go. Let's see what new stuff I can add to my inventory!" The Lord of Marshall said with a big laugh.

"What precious things do you even have here? Ain't they all just old broken stuff from Royals?" Said Abel with a gentle laugh.

"What do you know? Just look at that rubbish carriage you came in today. It just looks nice on the surface, that thing probably isn't worth many gold coins anyway!" The Lord of Marshall bit back at Abel.

Soon the two entered the inventory in the basement. The Lord of Marshall arrogantly pushed open the door, and a magical light illuminated the inventory. He focused on Abel's expression, hoping he would be shocked.

He was right, Abel really was shocked to see this illumination circle ignited by mana gems. How did The Lord of Marshall get his hands on this?

"This is a treasured light. I had exchanged it with one of your magic weapons. Wasn't it a good deal?" Asked The Lord of Marshall arrogantly.

"Err..." by this point, Abel was ready to head to the Wizard Union to find out which wizard had scammed The Lord of Marshall. Although an illumination circle was not cheap, it was nothing compared to Abel's weapon.

"Uncle Marshall, I didn't think you would like this so much. In a moment, I'll tell the dwarfs to install one for you in every room!" Abel wasn't deliberately trying to hurt The Lord of Marshall; they would need to use these illumination circles everywhere in the future anyway.

"So, you are saying this thing isn't worth much?" The Lord of Marshall depressingly looked at the treasure light. He had been so proud of it for so long.

"They are not cheap, and it's very hard to get for most people. Don't worry; you didn't lose much money!" Said Abel in a comforting tone.

The Lord of Marshall hesitated for a little and continued, "Whatever, since you are here, make some more magic big swords for me when you have time. Those things are still the best to keep in my inventory!"

"Actually, what I've brought today is the most suitable thing to keep in your inventory here. Just make sure you won't let anyone else see it!" Said Abel as he took out a giant box.

"This is?" The Lord of Marshall stared at the box. Although it looked quite nice, he knew it was from the dwarfs at first sight. How could it be worth any money? Could the things inside be treasure?

The moment he stepped up to open the box, he was stunned by the enormous space inside. He pointed at the thing in shock as he stared at Abel.

"What is this thing, how come it is so big?" The Lord of Marshall said in a shaky voice.

"The history of this box is a little suspicious, so just put it away as soon as possible. This is a special dimension box, but it is precious because even ordinary people can open it. I will leave one here for you, and one in my father's place!" Abel didn't plan to hide anything, so he just explained directly.

"Yeah, one is enough. It will probably take a long time until I can fill it up anyway!" The Lord of Marshall was very happy with this box. He playfully opened and closed the box like it was some kind of toy.

"Also, I have 2 knight inheritance here. This one is for our family members to learn, and this is for the knights we own!" Abel said as he took out 2 stacks of lambskin parchments.

The Lord of Marshall closed the box. These knight inheritance much more important to him because there were no commanders in Harry Castle. He was only an intermediate knight, so he would need to go back to Bakong City if he wanted to progress any further.

This was why the Harry family in Harvest City remained a branch to the one in Bakong City. Just like most branched families in the Holy Continent. Unless they produced a powerful knight, they would forever live under the control of their main family.

He did not expect Abel to take out 2 inheritance at once, so he carefully accepted it. However, the surprise didn't end there. The first thing he saw as he flicked the page open was the name, Head Commander Hoover.

The Lord of Marshall was stunned; he immediately turned and asked: "This is the inheritance of Head Commander Hoover?"

"Yeah, he gave it to me," said Abel with a smile.

"Wouldn't it be a problem if we use it in our family?" The Lord of Marshall knew how important an inheritance was, so he asked again.

"Don't worry, as long as we keep it within our family; it's ok!" Abel had sketched out this inheritance from Head Commander Hoover's main inheritance record. However, he did not explain why Head Commander Hoover had let him do that.