Abe the Wizard

Abel was standing next to Flying Flame’s nest on the battle fort platform, and he was negotiating a deal with Flying Flame.

It was a deal, indeed. Abel was Flying Flame’s master, but the main ingredient for the dragon’s blood wall-breaking potion was the blood of a dragon. Flying Flame was much wiser now. After drinking multiple bottles of the soul potion, it knew better than to have its blood taken away for nothing.

Of course, Abel could just command Flying Flame to do his bidding. He could do that, but he didn’t like the idea of forcing his summoned creatures into doing something that they didn’t like. Asking for blood shouldn’t be commanded form.

Abel raised one finger, “I’ll give you one soul, potion.”

Flying Flame rolled its eyes at that offer. It really liked the soul potion, but one bottle wasn’t going to do much at all now.

“Fine. How about two?”

It was not like Abel was being stingy. It had only about more than a year since Flying Flame became a four-legged pseudo-dragon. It did not have enough time to stabilize its powers, so drinking too much soul potions would only do more harm than good. It happened to Black Wind before. After drinking an overwhelming amount of soul potion, it entered into a severely weakened state for a very long time.

Flying Flame shook its head again. It was not satisfied with the number Abel was giving.

Abel said with a stiff expression, “Three. That’s my final offer. If it’s not good enough, I’ll go to the Double Moon Forest and capture the dragon beast alive. That way, I won’t need any blood from you.”

Flying Flame hesitated for a bit. It was smart, but it didn’t have thoughts that were as complex as a human. More importantly, it did not consider something very important. It didn’t know the difference between the quality of its own blood and that of a dragon beast. A dragon beast was partly a dragon, yes, but the lineage was so thin that not even the Horadric Cube could synthesize a giant dragon’s blood from it.

Flying Flame was different, however. It was in a slightly lower rank than the giant dragons, but it was the top elite of the subspecies that it was in. Unlike Flying Flame itself, Abel actually knew that. When he saw the hesitation in its eyes, he took out three bottles of the soul potions from his portal bracelet.

There were three bottles of the soul potion on the floor. The purple crystals were enough to make Flying Flame’s eyes spark. As soon as Abel put them on the floor, it snatched them away with its front claws and put them inside the portal bag on its chest.

Abel was pretty proud of how fast he made this process go. Actually, it wouldn’t hurt to get any blood from Flying Flame. Besides, he still had the full-recovery potions with him, so healing the cuts was no problem at all.

Abel tapped on Flying Flame’s body, “I’ll let you do the cut yourself. Don’t worry. I’ll be here to heal you.”

Truth be told, Flying Flame’s body was just too tough. It would be hard not to leave an injury without using combat qi. Abel didn’t want to hurt Flying Flame too much, so he decided to let it do the job itself.

While pointing itself with the tip of its front claws, Flying Flame projected a white light that cut across the blood vessel on its wings. It was enough to make blood spurt out immediately.

Abel was quick to react. With a spare portal bag in his hand, he collected the blood that flew across the air. Flying Flame was not good at faking. Its expression soured as soon as it saw the amount of blood that was coming outside. Of course, seeing this made Abel quite hurt.

Seeing that there was already enough dragon blood being collected, Abel pressed on his belt to activate his full recovery potion transfer. Soon, a purple light flashed across where the cut was opened. When it disappeared, Flying Flame was immediately in full health.

But, it made some noises that Abel couldn’t quite understand. Abel tried to hear the translation coming from the soul chain, and he was quite surprised to hear what he heard.

“Come trade with me next time, Master!” was what Flying Flame was trying to say. Abel couldn’t help but laugh at that. To show his appreciation for Flying Flame’s statement, he took out many ration potions and placed them inside Flying Flame’s portal bag.

There was a part that Flying Flame didn’t know about. None of the hundred of soul potions Abel had were for himself. They were all for his summoned creatures. He would give them all out if he could, but making them drink them too quickly would only hinder the progress of their development.

Flying Flame screamed in ecstasy when it saw the number of gifts that it got. It roared, and if it wasn’t for the protection of the battle fort barrier, it would’ve made all the nearby horses and mount wolves lie flat on the ground.

Once Abel went back to the alchemy room that was on the top floor of his magic tower. He began preparing to brew his “dragon blood wall-breaking potion.”

The dragon blood wall-breaking potion would increase the chance of promotion from a knight’s commander to a knight’s head commander by twice-fold. Still, that was only if the potion was brewed with a blood of a giant dragon, and there was no way Abel could find a way to collect blood from a true giant dragon.

As he would have it, the only way was to synthesize Flying Flame’s blood with the Horadric Cube. After clearing up everything that was in the cube, he dropped Flying Flame’s blood into twenty-one bottles of crystal bottles. Of course, he already counted the amount when he healed Flying Flame with the full-recovery potion.

While taking a close look at one of the bottles, Abel could see a bit of blue glowing inside the bottle. As it turned out, Flying Flame was born with blue-quality blood. This meant that when three bottles were put into the Horadric Cube, it would create a bottle of gold-quality dragon blood. This hypothesis was tested to be correct. When Abel went ahead and synthesized the dragon’s blood, he created a gold-quality potion that was full of energy.

Now, Abel’s never seen the blood of a giant dragon before, but when he laid his eyes upon his creation, he could pretty tell that this was it. He had a question in his mind, and that was if he could try to synthesize the blood again.

To test out his theory, Abel synthesized all of Flying Flame’s blood into seven bottles of giant dragon blood. After that, he put three bottles of the giant dragon blood into the Horadric Cube. He pushed the synthesize button on the bottom right corner, which produced one bottle of a dark-golden quality potion.

It was a hit. This was no ordinary dragon blood. It was dragon blood that surpassed even that of a giant dragon. While holding the bottle in his hand, Abel could feel a constant zapping sensation that coming towards him. He was resistant to lightning, so it didn’t really hurt that much to him.

The dragon’s blood continued to boil inside the crystal bottle. If not for the lid, the contents would’ve spilled out already. Apart from the zapping sensation, Abel was starting to feel something different. It was hot. It was like the whole bottle was burning in his hands.

This was nothing short of being strange. The crystal bottle was no ordinary bottle. It was a special item that was just for the dark world potions. It had an ordinary appearance, but it was strong enough to resist all sorts of volatile solutions. Needless to say, this bottle was suppressing the volatile energy that was coming out of the dragon’s blood.

Suddenly, Flying Flame started standing up next to Abel. It was looking straight towards the Abel Magic Tower. Its eyes contained all sorts of different emotions. There was fear, expectation, respect, admiration, and other things. There was a new energy that was coming at where it was looking. From its perspective, it was like witnessing the birth of a proud king, and it was a lowly subject who happened to have the luxury to be in the king’s presence.