Abe the Wizard

City Ruler Poford finally had the chance to ask about Abel’s mysterious female companion, “Master Abel, who’s this?”

“I am master’s steward. My name is Bartoli!” Bartoli said with a smile and bowed.

City Euler Poford never expected such a graceful noblewoman to be Abel’s steward. It was easy to learn the act like a Noble, but the temperament was tough to learn.

There was a saying within nobles there states ‘three generations makes a noble’. Therefore, just from the temperament of this steward named Bartoli, City Ruler Poford was certain her past identity was an extremely high ranking noble.

Unlike the City Ruler, Master Thorin had his eyes on Bartoli’s Magic Staff. His face turned from confused to excited. He wanted to say something to Abel. But he saw City Ruler Poford, and quickly stopped himself.

The carriage was roomy, and the four of them sat comfortably. But, the seats were a little low, so Abel wasn’t too used to it. Along the way, City Ruler Poford kept introducing the unique beauty of Miuah City to Abel. It seemed like he wanted him to stay. This was not surprising since Abel was a wanted Blacksmith Master who could also make amazing wine. Miuah City would be lucky if they could keep a gifted man like this.

Imagine, Bernie from the Goff Family had gotten so much benefit from the Master wine. Besides status benefits, he could drink that wine, the joy of the world.

Master Thorin had grown distracted at that

moment.

Bartoli was also sitting quietly, leaving only Abel to smile and nod to the words of City Ruler Poford. If Master Thorin didn’t introduce City Ruler Poford as the friend of Master Bentham, he probably wouldn’t interact with him much.

During the banquet, Abel took out a bottle of Master Wine to let the City Ruler and Master Thorin enjoy themselves, and that was about it. The entire time, City Ruler Poford had been trying to get to know where Abel was going in the future and suggested the benefits of staying in Miuah City.

Although Abel had declined the offer of staying in the City Palace for the night, he could not resist Master Thorin’s strong invitation. So, he went to Master Thorin’s place instead.

Master Thorin had bought up the entire courtyard of a hotel. There were 2 extra rooms, perfect for Abel and Bartoli.

When Bartoli was preparing a place for Black Wind to rest outside, Master Thorin arrived in Abel’s room.

“Master Abel, I know this is a little bit rude, but I still need to ask you. Did you make the magic staff that Ms. Bartoli has?” Said Master Thorin with a yearning gaze.

“Master Thorin, I didn’t get my magic staff making formula from an illegal source. Is there any problem?” Abel said in a confused tone.

Abel had gotten this magic staff making formula from the dwarfs’ Goff Family through an exchange. As one of the most powerful families among the dwarfs, the Goff Family has the power to give a human a dwarfs secret technique.

“No, no. You misinterpreted my words. I just wanted to confirm that it was you who made the magic staff.” Said Master Thorin quickly shaking his head.

Abel wasn’t planning to lie, so he told Master Thorin the formula of the staff “This Magic Staff is called Blackfire. I used the soul of a Black Python as the base, and made some alterations!”

“Can I take a look at it?” Master Thorin was slightly embarrassed, but he still couldn’t stop himself.

“Please wait, Master Thorin!” Although Abel wasn’t sure what was the intention of Master Thorin, he would still accept most of his requests, since they were fellow Blacksmith Masters. He just wanted to see the Magic Staff, so these requests were not too unreasonable anyway.

“Bartoli, come here!” Abel didn’t speak very loud, but at the same time he called through the soul chain as well.

“Master, you need me?” Bartoli’s voice quickly emerged from the door.

“Yeah, come in!” Said Abel softly.

After Bartoli entered the room, Abel said “Bartoli, let Master Thorin have a look at the Blackfire Magic Staff!”

Bartoli placed the magic staff of Master Thorin’s hand.

Master Thorin then began to examine it with his power of the will.

Blackfire

Unleash o level inferno every time

+50% damage to undead

His face immediately changed. It wouldn’t be much if it was a low ranking spell, but ‘inferno’ was a beginner spell. If it could be unleashed every day, then this magic staff basically had the power of a beginner wizard.

The thing that shocked him the most was that since only a Wizard with a similar rank could use this magic staff, Bartoli had to be a beginner wizard at least.

Maybe even an extremely powerful noble family could not afford to have a Wizard as a steward. Every Wizard was arrogant due to their high status in the Holy Continent for countless years.

Master Thorin handed the Blackfire Magic Staff back to Bartoli, but he kept thinking about Abel. Only a mindless Blacksmith like Abel would not be aware how big of a deal this magic staff was.

Still Master Thorin was still very excited. He was the disciple of Bentham, who was the disciple of Master Robbin. Although Bentham was only a disciple by name, Abel was still in their school of forgery, so Abel’s success was basically their success.

“If possible, please bring this Blackfire Magic Staff with you when you visit teacher Robbin. If I am lucky enough, may I go with you? I want to pay a visit to the teacher as well.” Master Thorin chose his words carefully. His tone had completely changed after seeing the magic staff.

“Of course, but I need to wait till tomorrow for my suit to be ready. As you can see, I didn’t bring much with me on this journey!” Said Abel helplessly. He was trying to ease the awkwardness by being a little funny.

“Teacher will definitely be very happy to know you care about him!” Master Thorin was very touched when he heard that Abel had ordered a suit just for this visit. Although Abel was a junior to Master Robbin, all Blacksmith’s they were considered equal as long as they were masters.

“Master Thorin, here are a few bottles of wine. Please take them with you!” Said Abel, placing a few bottles of master wine on Master Thorin’s hand.

Originally Abel would put these Master Wine in Black crystal bottles, but now he just put them in normal bottles after he realized how expensive those crystal bottles were. On top of that, he didn’t have anything to put his potions in, so he just used those crystal bottles instead.

There was not a single dwarf who did not like wine. Although no one knew who started this legendary saying in the Holy Continent, Abel knew Master Thorin was no different from the look on his face.

Abel rested for the night and did not enter the Dark World. He only used the low level mana gathering circle to meditate for a little. Although he had not had a good night of sleep in a long time, he suddenly thought that it might be a good idea to add a bed in the Akara’s tent as he was laying down.

Early the next morning, Abel felt like dwelling in his bed since he hadn’t slept in one in a long time, but he still got up. After showering, he arrived at the courtyard. By that time the sun had risen, most of the humans and dwarfs were still in bed.

Abel’s strength had increased way too fast, so he couldn’t waste any time. He had to get back to his knight’s training immediately. At that moment, he took out a normal knight sword and began waving it around in the courtyard. He stabbed, swept, slashed, blocked, and all kinds of basic knight moves. He was back at his beginner knight days.