Abe the Wizard

Lindsey was raised by the Harry Family in Bakong City. His ancestors had been the stewards for the Harry family for generations, and he only followed The Lord of Marshall to Harvest City once The Lord of Marshall got his own domain.

Since Abel’s business in Linamte City had to do with the number of resources the wizards in his family would be able to access in the future, Abel took it very seriously. He needed someone within his family to help him out with this, which was common among big families.

Although there were not many people within the Harry Family in Harvest City, their family in Bakong City still had quite a few outstanding businessmen, and that contract would just further secure their loyalty.

Afterward, Steward Lindsey took Abel to Harry castle’s side building while Bartoli stayed in Harvest City to take care of business. It was the place where Abel used to live.

Lindsey pushed open the door. It was like nothing had changed inside, and the floor was extremely clean. It was maintained very well by the servants.

Steward Linsey could see that Abel might want some time to himself, so he said gently, “Young master, I’ll go first!” and walked out.

Abel stepped on to the hard stone floor. The weapons in the rank were still intact. Since there were people maintaining them, their awe-inspiring presence still managed to come through.

Abel took a deep breath. The place still smelled like a preserving oil. Soon, nostalgia arose within his eyes as he looked around the room. This place had become his home not long after he came to his world.

Although it wasn’t as luxurious as his mansion in Linate City and Bakong City, the smell of home trumped all the luxury in the world.

That night, Abel did not enter the Dark World. After he took a shower, he hopped on to his giant down-filled bed and fell into a great night of dreamless sleep under the smell of the sun of sunshine in his blanket.

The next day, hazy sunlight sifted from the window and cast onto his face. He opened his eyes and saw familiar scenery. He was finally back home.

He pulled away his blanket and took a shower. Afterward, he arrived in front of his wardrobe and pulled it open. Inside was filled with clouds. Although some of them were for his younger self, it still had a full range of sizes. There were even some 2-meter tall ones.

The Lord of Marshall kept making new clothes for him even when he was not around. Although it seemed trivial, it still touched Abel’s heart. It was so nice to have a home.

He put on a common noble shirt and strode out of the building. At that moment, the Lord of Marshall was doing some sword training. A life of luxury did not make him forget about his identity as a knight.

“Uncle Marshall, let’s see who’s better!” Abel yelled as he picked up a knight sword from the weapon rack. His enthusiasm also increased upon seeing The Lord of Marshall training.

“Go ahead. Let’s see if your sword skills have gotten any better!” said The Lord of Marshall with an arrogant laugh.

He had forgotten that Abel had now become a head commander. He lifted up his sword and sped towards Abel.

Abel did a gentle flick upward with his knight sword and blocked The Lord of Marshall’s strike. Afterward, he horizontally swept with a sound breaking speed towards The Lord of Marshall.

The Lord of Marshall held his sword in front of his face and counteracted Abel’s horizontal strike. Then, he immediately unleashed a side strike. The technique was perfect since they were both official knights. Not only that, but Abel’s sword skills were also taught by The Lord of Marshall, so the risk of one of them getting injured was low despite how amazing the strikes looked.

However, The Lord of Marshall was not a mortal. Although he never stopped his knight training, his body still deteriorated against the test of time.

“Ok. There’s no need to compete anymore. You have mastered your sword skills like you have fought a thousand battles. Even the knights in Miracle City might not be as skill as you!” The Lord of Marshall yelled as he stopped his waving sword.

Abel could only smile upon hearing the Lord of Marshall. He might have looked calm, but he actually needed to undergo countless tight battles day by day. Although he mostly fought like a wizard these days, he still dwelled around life and death quite often.

“Abel, get ready. We’ll head to Bennett Castle soon. Where’s Black Wind?” The Lord of Marshall asked, suddenly realizing that Abel didn’t have his mount wolf with him.

“Here, I’ll let him out!” Said Abel as he gently padded his chest. Afterward, a black portal appeared in front of him, and Black Wind dashed out.

Black Wind began to howl and complain as soon as it was out. It had been locked up in the monster ring for 2 days, and it wasn’t used to it.

“Ok ok, I’ll give you something tasty later. Look, it’s Uncle Marshall!” Said Abel as the gently patted Black Wind’s head.

Black Wind lowered its head as a bow towards The Lord of Marshall and made a friendly look. The Lord of Marshall looked very surprised.

“Black Wind had gotten a lot bigger and smarter!” He said jealously.

Black Wind knew The Lord of Marshall was complimenting it, so it held its neck up high.

“Uncle Marshall, I’ll find you a good mount soon as well!” Said Abel with a smile.

In the past, Abel was worried about giving The Lord of Marshall a good mount since mounts were not a luxurious carriage. A good mount could attract a lot of unwanted attention.

The Lord of Marshall was only an intermediate knight at the end of the day, so even a royal war-horse would bring him a lot of trouble.

The Lord of Marshall was not Abel. Abel had become a Blacksmith Master long ago, so he had the entire Blacksmith Union as support, and no one would dare to mess with him.

But from now on, this entire patch of land belonged to Abel. He would also build his magic tower here, so the safety of Harvest City would no longer be a problem.

“Abel, you said it. I want a flashy one; white is the best. You know I love white colored things!” The Lord of Marshall knew it wouldn’t be hard for Abel to find a good mount with his current connections, so he just said what he wanted.

When Black Wind heard The Lord of Marshall like white, it looked at itself and looked at The Lord of Marshall again. Then it rolled its eyes like a human and went back to Abel’s side.

Abel could tell That The Lord of Marshall no longer had much potential to level up with his own ability, and he was worried that he would try to save up on those potions, so he said “Just use as much as those gold qi condensing potion, blood fusing potion, and essence condensing potion as you like. I have a good supply of them; I send you more the moment you finish it!”

“Those are golden potions, only elite alchemists could make them and their ingredients are very rare. Do you really think I wouldn’t know?” The Lord of Marshall rolled his eyes on Abel, thinking Abel was only bragging.

Abel then helplessly looked around and threw out a barrier circle. After it was ignited, he flicked with his portal brace, and a big pile of shiny gold potions appeared on the floor. There were at least a thousand bottles.

“This.. this….” The Lord of Marshall was stunned. Didn’t they say those golden potions were hard to make? Didn’t they say those golden potions were extremely rare? How come Abel had so many.

“I’m just worried I will attract unwanted attention for the family if I give it all to you at once, so I’ll just give it to you bit by bit. Even if you use all of these up, it’s ok; I’ll just buy more from my friend!” Abel said, pointing at the pile on the floor.

Of course, Abel was lying. He made all these potions. He wouldn’t have shown them if The Lord of Marshall was not so stubborn.

If The Lord of Marshall wanted to increase his longevity, the only thing he had to do was become a commander, then try to transform into a head commander.

This was what Abel wanted, as well. He couldn’t care less about the side effects of those potions. One bottle of ‘Full Recovery Potion’ was more than enough to do the job.