Abe the Wizard

Abel had become the king of Duchy of Carmel for a year. There were countless legendary stories about him, and the Duchy of Carmel became a special territory.

However, Abel had not shown himself publicly in Duchy of Carmel for 2 months. Normally this would cause a disruption in power but not in the Duchy of Carmel.

Abel was a wizard, a horrifyingly powerful one. There were rumors of him killing 6 elite orc priests as well as destroying an entire orc city. With a wizard like this as a sovereign, his duchy stayed without riots even if he never returned.

And with the magic contracts, the duchy’s stability was guaranteed.

Abel sat on the top floor of his magic tower. He looked frustrated. His rank 10 wizard pattern had been in a fulfilled state for 2 months. He had to find a way to breakthrough, but he could not feel it.

Not only was his wizard rank, but his head Commander lightning combat qi was also fulfilled.

This was even more confusing than leveling up as a wizard because he didn’t know where he could even go next.

Even though he was a single attributed Head Commander on the surface, he knew he was a double attributed one.

The first energy he grasped could not merge through combat qi, so he had always appeared as a single attributed head commander.

His dimensional force could only be unleashed at once in one powerful blow. Even elite wizards and elite priests could not counteract it.

The downside was that he no longer knew where to go as a head commander when it came to his training.

His body had been altered by a dragon core. He surpassed human limits. No matter how hard he trained, his body would not grow.

If he wanted a breakthrough, he had to know where he could go as a head commander.

He slowly walked from the 16th floor of his magic tower to the first floor. He did not ask tower spirit Flora to teleport him, nor did he use the short distance teleportation circle. He took each step by foot.

Perhaps he would be able to find the hope to breakthrough this way. When he arrived on the first floor, he teleported to Harry castle.

The knights bowed at him, and he gently nodded back at them as he walked towards the treasury of Harry Castle.

“Your Majesty, Lord Marshall, is inside!” The 2 guards guarding the treasury bowed.

“Open the door!” Abel bellowed back. Those 2 knights were family knights; they were loyal to the Harry Family.

The door swung open, and Abel stepped in. Everything in the treasury was Lord Marshall’s treasure. No matter how little Abel cared about these things, he would not move any of them.

They were Lord Marshall’s pride, the leftover weapons of his enemies. They all held great sentimental value.

“Abel, what brings you to the treasury today?” Lord Marshall asked, smiling as he was cleaning his treasures.

“I want to free up some potions; I’ve made a lot of them lately!” Abel smiled back.

Abel had a lot of time in the past year, especially since he stopped exploring the Dark World due to his ability problem.

Still, he did not waste that time. Other than doing training, he kept making weapons and potions. They would be the foundation for the Duchy of Carmel in the future.

With the sales of his lotion and conditioner, he no longer had to worry about ingredients. The elf alchemy union had more than enough for him to use.

His alchemy skills were developing quickly. Last night, he had fulfilled his elite alchemy pattern as well.

He kept pouring out potions from his portal bracelet. He only had 2 portal boxes. One was in the Bennett Family, and the other was here.

Normal people could use those portal boxes. It was the best way to store large amounts of value for a family. Abel poured out a few thousand bottles of potion, and they only took up a corner in the box.

Abel, how come you have time to make this many potions. Doesn’t it affect your training?” Lord Marshall asked, worried after seeing the scary amount of potions.

“I have fulfilled my most recent wizard level. Meditation won’t boost me. It’s all down to luck now!” Abel smiled and shook his head.

“You’ve grown so much these past few years; it’s ok to take it easy!” Lord Marshall reminded.

“I know, but I never had a long bottleneck like this. I’m just not used to it!” Abel nodded.

If another wizard had heard this, they would have felt incredibly incompetent. Abel had never been stuck in a bottleneck ever since he became an apprentice wizard. His longest period in one was only10 days.

It was normal for wizards to be stuck in a bottleneck for years, especially for lower rank wizards. Being stuck for 100 years was not unheard of.

“Abel, we have enough potions for the family to use for more than 100 years. You are still young. Why don’t you take a break from alchemy and live like a normal youngster for a while? Go out for a walk and play around!” Lord Marshall suggested.

“Uncle Marshall, alchemy is a type of training. I will need to go to the elves soon. I won’t be back for a few days. I’ll leave the family business to you!” Abel smiled and explained.

Actually, Abel had been going back and forth between the Duchy of Carmel and the elves’ Orwell Palace without anyone knowing. He really liked the environment of Orwell Palace. It was a peaceful place free from people’s interruption.

The gorgeous landscape relaxed his soul, which was better for his training.

“Abel, be careful. You are no longer alone. You have a family and a Duchy!” Lord Marshall looked at Abel and said softly.

Afterward, Abel left the treasury and went back to his magic tower. He then teleported to Orwell Palace’s basement through the large teleportation circle and transferred to the first floor through the short distance teleportation circle.

“Master!” Loka, the elven warrior, bowed.

Loka had become a top-level warrior. He had mastered the strange wind attribute, all thanks to the ‘dragon blood wall breaking potion.’

Abel admired the breakthrough of those elven warriors. They didn’t need a mana environment; they could rely on the forest’s natural force.

Loka was lucky to grasp the wind attribute. It could speed up his movements and strengthen his attacks.

Elven warriors were already known for their speed, so the wind attribute had given Loka another leg up.

He was the only elf who successfully broke through in Orwell Palace. Although Abel’s potions supported the others, their bodies were still too weak for a level up.

“Is everything in the Orwell Valley going fine?” Abel nodded and asked.

Steward Brewer was busy working in the Orwell Valley, so the only one he could ask was Loka.

“Master, everything is in normal operation. The fruits ripen every month, and they are safely stored in the basement!” Loka bowed and replied.

Since Loka and Steward Brewer had never left Orwell Valley this past year, they were not aware of the elves’ decrease in fruit production. They didn’t know that Orwell Valley had become the source of food in Angstrom City.