Abe the Wizard

When Bartoli passed through the teleportation circle at Harry Castle, she immediately moved herself to the Liante City Blacksmith Union branch building. This was just when the three wizards left Liante City.

Wizard Lorenzo screamed in despair, “Is Nigel mad? Does he even know what he’s doing?”

“Maybe we’ve been bullying him too much, you know? Maybe he feels like he has to find someone to back him up,” Wizard Allenby said sarcastically.

Wizard Eddington rolled his eyes, “We’ve been bullying him? What- if it wasn’t for us, he would’ve been sent to god-knows-where a long time ago!”

Wizard Eddington was right. Nigel didn’t have any schools or wizard’s subgroups. If the three of them hadn’t been backing him up in Liante City, he would’ve been chased out a long time ago.

Still, what happened still happened, Nigel tried to cover up a murder case with the authority he’s been granted. Worse yet, it was a murder case that’s directly related to Abel, a grandmaster blacksmith. Since everything was already on record, there was no way to pretend that none of this has ever happened.

Wizard Lorenzo turned to ask, “How about this? Try to contact Grandmaster Abel first. Tell him that Nigel is coming to him with two advanced wizards from the Blizzard line. I reckon that’s where they are headed.”

“The Blizzards have always been a bunch of burglars and thieves. They’re probably trying to have their way with Grandmaster Abel!”

“Don’t even think about it, then,” Wizard Allenby said immediately, “Hurry up and call Grandmaster Abel. If we are quick enough, we can probably get the two dwarven wizards to come. Both of them are in rank eighteen, so there shouldn’t be a problem for them to put the Blizzards in their place.”

Wizard Eddington shook his head, “Only if they’re quick enough.”

Wizard Lorenzo murmured to himself, “Well, well. I guess it’s the time to see what Grandmaster Abel’s really got.”

Suddenly, a knocking noise came from outside the meeting room.

“Who is it?” Lorenzo WIzard called to ask.

Bartoli came in and greeted, “Good to see you all here. Master, I am Bartoli, an intermediate wizard. As Grandmaster Abel’s butler, I have come here on behalf of him.”

“See, the grandmaster’s a clever man,” Wizard Lorenzo turned to smile at the other two, “Welcome!”

When Bartoli walked in, she quickly scanned across the three wizards with a glance. With that, she knew that none of them were involved in the murder case. After living for ten thousand years, she could basically tell what others were thinking just by looking into their eyes.

Bartoli performed a wizard’s bow to them, “Greetings, my three honorable wizards. On behalf of my master, Grandmaster Abel, I have come here to make an inquiry about the incident that happened at the Forgotten Land restaurant!”

Wizard Lorenzo explained, “Madam Bartoli, I’m so sorry to have to notify you like this. If it’s the culprit that you’re looking for, a lot of it has to do with Wizard Nigel. He abused his authority to cancel the alarm siren when the murder case happened. And if it wasn’t for him, the real murderers wouldn’t have been able to leave Liante City so quickly.”

“I’ll now tell you who committed the murder crime. There were two of them. One is Wizard Bunker, a rank seventeen wizard. The other one is Wizard Jallel, an associate of Bunker that is also a rank seventeen wizard. They were both from the same group, and they left Liante City right after they committed this atrocity.”

Since they were connected with the soul chain, Abel could hear exactly what Bartoli was hearing. After hearing Wizard Lorenzo’s explanation, he ordered Bartoli to ask about the whereabouts of the three wizards.

Instead of asking on her own behalf, Bartoli spoke on behalf of her master, “There is something that my master wants to ask you, Master Lorenzo. He wants to know where the three advanced wizards went.”

The three paused a bit when they heard what Bartoli was saying. It was just Bartoli that’s standing in front of them, but somehow, Abel could hear everything that they were saying. Anyways, since the question came from Abel and not just a butler, they had to answer in the most appropriate way that they could.

Wizard Lorenzo bowed towards Bartoli (actually Abel), “A token of my respect to Grandmaster Abel. Now, I’ve already conducted an investigation with the city’s surveillance system. Right now, these three advanced wizards are heading towards the duchy of Keyen with a teleportation circle.”

Bartoli returned the bow, “My master wants to say thanks to you all. He also wants to let you know that he will remember the help that you’ve offered, and once this is over, he’ll come in person to give his thanks.”

Right now, Abel was sitting inside Harry Castle with a dreaded look on his face. He was now facing three advanced wizards. They were all at rank seventeenth, which meant that they would be the strongest enemies that he’s ever faced.

Abel turned towards one of his knight servants, “Heed my order, soldier. Send everyone into the teleportation circle. Once you’re done, signal the horns.”

“Yes, sir!” the knight servant replied.

Soon, all three of Abel’s castles were filled with the sound of horns. Everyone that heard it knew what was happening. Since they had done the evacuation drills before, they managed to get themselves out of the castle very quickly.

Whether it was Harry Castle, Abel Castle, or Bennett Castle, after everyone went inside the teleportation circle, Abel generated a barrier around them with his tower spirit. Then, one at a time, he teleported them safely towards a secret hideout at Harvest City. Once they were there, there would be enough supplies for them to last for a few months.

To make things even more perfect, the teleportation circles didn’t make anyone faint. Abel was using all the best stones, so none of the common people that were teleported felt sick.

Lord Marshall came over with a knight’s sword in his hand, “What happened, Abel?”

Abel tried to play it down, “Nothing much. A few wizards want to make a mess out of me, and I’m afraid that they would try to go after my family. Please, now that most of the people are already evacuated, you should follow them. Stay somewhere safe.”

“What? Abel!” Lord Marshall said loudly, as he swung his sword around, “I’m not that old yet! If there is an enemy you need to fight, you should tell me to join you!”

Abel smiled as he pointed towards his magic tower, “It’s fine, Uncle Marshall! Just look at that. That’s all I need to handle this fight between wizards.”

Lord Marshall paused a bit before speaking, “I don’t want to be a nuisance, but remember this: you are the only heir of the Harry Castle. Make you stay safe out there.”

Then, with a rather somber look on his face, Lord Marshall turned back and started walking towards the teleportation circle.