Abe the Wizard

After seeing Grand Master Abel, Wizard Lorenzo gave up his original idea of stealing the business, even if it allowed him to earn a lot of money. It was a crazy idea to start a feud with a Blacksmith master, and the benefits were still unknown.

“Did you just say the property belongs to Grand Master Abel?” The three elite wizards glanced at each other, weighing the potential risks and profits in their own minds.

“Wizard Lorenzo, what was the reason for the wizard’s promotion? Have you figured it out?” The elite wizard Nigel asked.

“For this, I specially arranged for someone to go and buy a steamed egg and come back.” Wizard Lorenzo said.

“The steamed egg was analyzed by a few elite alchemists and came to the conclusion that the cooking method used in the steamed water egg was so special that they couldn’t explore it” Wizard Lorenzo continued.

“But it was certain that there was a special additive in the steamed egg, and it was this additive that made the dishes of the Forgotten Land taste extreme.” Wizard Lorenzo continued.

“Was the additive agent helpful for wizards promotion?” Elite wizard Nigel asked.

“After several analyses, several elite alchemists determined that this additive agent, in principle, does not allow the wizard to be promoted. It neither increases mana, nor does it increase mental strength, nor does it affect the body. The only difference was the deliciousness.

And the fact that as many as three wizard promotions have been recorded has also puzzled several elite alchemists, who agreed that it was highly likely to be a coincidence.” Elite Wizard Lorenzo then replied.

“How can this be a coincidence? If an alchemist refines a promotion potion, as long as are three successful records, then this potion can be confirmed as a successful promotion potion!” The Elite Wizard Allenby looked like he didn’t want to give up the idea of obtaining the Forgotten Land.

“I forgot to remind everyone here: that shop belongs to Master Abel, and all of the ingredients were imported from the Dwarves through the Blacksmith Guild’s teleportation circle.” Elite Wizard Lorenzo had begun to make his position clear, and he did not want to be involved in this action.

“How does Master Abel have such a relationship with the Dwarf Clan?” Wizard Allenby said.

“Is it possible to know who was supplying him with the ingredients?” The Elite Wizard Allenby pursued.

“The Goff family. This was provided by the Intelligence Service’s personnel within the Blacksmith’s Guild, and Master Abel has a very good relationship with the Goff family.” Elite Wizard Lorenzo replied.

Offend a Blacksmith Master and Goff family of the Dwarf Clan to get a shop, and the shop was still profitable because of an additive agent. In fact, in the final analysis, it was to obtain such additives.

The only way to get profit was to forcibly seize the additive: to forcibly seize the items of a Blacksmith Master, and the most likely outcome was a war with the dwarves, a war with all the wizards of the world and even the Grand Knight Masters.

At the same time, they thought of the story of that most famous blacksmith of the Dwarven clan, Master Harrington, whose one of his newly forged magical weapons were snatched away by the Head commander duergar, Lowell.

Master Harrington had issued a bounty, the price of which was only a favor to him, and the end result was almost all of the head commander, along with a multitude of intermediate wizards and elite wizards, going after the Head Commander Lowell.

All duergar tribes that had helped the Head commander Lowell the duergar were eventually razed to the ground, and on the fifth day of the mission, he was iced into a block of ice by an elite wizard and given to Master Harrington.

Since this incident, no one in the Holy Continent had ever dared to underestimate the power that a Master could have. And if we offended Master Abel, they could also be treated in this way.

“I give up!” Elite Wizard Nigel said as he raised his hand.

“I give up!” Elite Wizard Allenby said as he raised his hand.

“I give up!” Elite Wizard Eddington said with a raised hand.

Just as the wizards’ guild in Liante City had been spared an unnecessary hassle for Abel for reasons of sufficient intelligence, in the middle of a villa in the outer circle, a bloated, fat man was sitting on a huge chair made of ironwood.

“We have lost a lot of business during. I heard that the Forgotten land has robbed us of countless points. What’s going on. Shouldn’t the shop increase the price of raw materials for the purchase? How are they making money?” The bloated, fat man was the head manager of the catering Alliance, he said with a thick finger pointing at a commander standing in front of him.

Liante City was a strange city, and it was a felony for any merchant, even a successful merchant, to point his hand at a commander in any other city. Here, in this city, where the points were used as money, the knight commander just stood on his knees.

The knights of the Liante City had no formal aristocratic education, knights with no formal knightley inheritance who have only the fighting power of a knight, but not the faith of a knight. They were more aptly described as a kind of mercenary than as a knight.

“My lord, there was no way for us to suppress the price of the raw materials of the Forgotten Land coming in because their raw materials are not from us at all.” The Knight Commander explained.

“What, who’s stealing the import channel of ingredients?. I paid so many points to the three empires every year for this import channel. I will have the magistrate go and seize him.” Hearing this, the head manager shouted while his huge body heaved in his chair–the ironwood to let out a cackle.

“Sir, we can’t afford to offend them!” The Knight commander whispered carefully.

“Who was it, there aren’t many people we can’t afford to offend in this town, this is a blatant robbery of my business! Don’t you stop me! I’m going to ask some questions to whoever’s responsible for this.” Head manager Welfare said. He knew how deep the waters in Liante City were, but this trade route was something that he had paid a fortune of.

“It’s the Dwarves who were supplying the Forgotten Land with ingredients through the blacksmith guild’s teleportation circle.” The knight commander spilled the news of his inquiries.

“It’s those nonsense shorties; what’s that restaurant all about?” head manager Welfare immediately gave up on the idea of making a dent in the import channel of ingredients, the Dwarves could not be offended, and with a contract with the three empires that did not include the Dwarves, that contract had no binding effect on the Dwarves.

“I looked it up, and it’s owned by an intermediate wizard.” The Knight Commander replied.

Welfare’s fat face was full of sinister intent, “Intermediate wizards, A little tricky to deal with but not impossible. First, send someone to ask them to join the catering alliance; if not, use the old way to mess with them until they come to us on their own.”

It’s the same old trick every time. Yeah, even if the target was an intermediate wizard. Like, it could go two ways. One, the wizard would be prohibited to resist with spells (pretty easy this way). Two, even if the wizard fought back with spells, Welfare could always hire a bunch of intermediate wizards to do his dirty works.

In front of the counter in Forgotten Land, Manager Mahler was looking at the restaurant accounts, and he was quite satisfied with his current life. Since business in Forgotten Land had improved, he had doubled his remuneration with all the shopkeepers in the shop, and of all his peers he knew, none had earned more than he did now.

The most important thing was that every day he could eat the dishes that the wizards would have to queue up to eat, and for these dishes, he was willing to do the job even if he didn’t get paid for it.

Just yesterday the shop owner Bartoli the wizard had also added a defensive magic circle to their kitchen and divided the control cards of the magic circle into five, allowing each person in the shop to have one so that if there was a wizard promotion in the future, they would no longer have to hide outside the shop, just enter the defensive magic circle.

Garen and Mike were also energetic. They had both signed up for knight training classes, and the generous reward allowed them to learn the basics of knighthood from now on, only after the night was over, of course.

This has been very satisfying for the two of them. They were busy, but in a good mood, always with a smile on their faces. The shop’s atmosphere was very harmonious.

The two brothers Fink and Barney, didn’t have knight and wizard credentials, so they wanted to earn enough points and then pick up the family’s offspring as well, believing that their status could be changed by selecting well-qualified children from the offspring.