Abe the Wizard

“Powerful!” Muttered the young wizard with a mocking tone, and stated: “Don’t ever talk to him again.”

“Yes, Mr..!” Ms. Daisy gently replied with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She was originally the mistress of King Liandre, living a life that everyone admires. However, after King Liandre became the king, he married a princess from the Duchy of Koror. This princess was very good at her game, and she made King Liandre totally fall for her. Just like that, Ms. Daisy was out of luck, and her status began to take a downfall.

Originally she thought she was lucky to meet this respectable Wizard Mr., but who could have guessed this kind looking wizard was actually very bad-hearted. He liked to torture her for entertainment. When Ms. Daisy just remembered how scary Abel was for killing her elite knight, she suddenly forgot what the wizard of her and greeted Abel. It seemed like she would be tortured badly after this.

Abel’s great hearing allowed him to hear what the two were saying. Although they didn’t seem to like him too much, from what he could tell, it was just the expression. He guessed it was just the personality of that wizard, so they shouldn’t have much conflict if they don’t make contact with others that much in the future.

By that point, a bank assistant had lead that wizard to take care of this business, and Abel’s assistant had arrived too.

“My name is Julian. I am the bank of the Holy Continent’s head accountant. Please show your identity card,” said accountant Julian to Abel as she led the two into a guest room. She was a woman with a clear face around the age of 30.

Abel took out his magic gold card and his identity card from his waist and handed it to Finkle; he didn’t say a word.

Finkle then handed Abel’s magic gold card and identity card to Julian and said: “my Mr. is here to collect his wizard givings!”

“Please wait a moment!” Julian knew that Abel was a noble at first glance, and certainly not a noble with a low status.

Actually, there was a simple reason why Abel didn’t speak. He was trying to practice multitasking. The more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make, so he let Finkle take care of everything.

Julian put the identity card into a gap, igniting a small magic circle. The information of Abel emerged from a jade on the magic circle.

“Mr. Abel, you have not collected the givings for the disciples from Morton’s magic tower in 4 months. Do you have any questions?” Said Julian turning back to Abel after checking his information.

Abel didn’t speak; he just smiled and shook his head.

“I will order someone to bring on your givings, and I will transfer the gold coins on to your magic gold card!” Said Julian as she bowed.

Abel then took out another identity card and placed it on the hand of Finkle. Finkle was a little confused, this identity card looked like the identity card of Yveline magic tower, but it was not the identity card of a disciple, nor a wizard follower.

At that point, Finkle didn’t know what to say. He only placed the identity card on the hand of Julian.

Julian felt a little strange as she receives the identity card as well. Normally wizards only has one identity card, but this young wizard had 2. She put the identity card on the gap to examine. If it didn’t clearly show the details of Abel, she would most likely have guessed a thief had come here to collect givings.

“Mr. Abel, there is a month of giving from Yveline magic tower you haven’t collect. Do you have any questions?” said Julian, her voice sounding even more gently. She had worked here for a long time, so she fully understood what it meant when a magic tower decides to give a wizard givings.

When Finkle heard the words of Julian, he immediately turned to Abel and looked at him with eyes full of fiery passion. When he used to roam around the three magic towers, he knew that givings from a magic tower was a qualification of that wizard. Normally you didn’t need to do much to get the givings from a magic tower. A magic tower would automatically give you givings during times of crisis when they think they could help.

It didn’t matter where Abel had gotten this identity card. It showed that he was already qualified by Yveline magic tower. Furthermore, it showed that Wizard Yveline must trust Abel’s future a lot, to give him an identity card for givings.

“No question!” Abel said softly.

Although Julian might not notice, Abel’s finger was jumping uncontrollably every second under the table. Finkle could see it very clearly, and he knew, Mr. Abel was making mistakes again.

After a while, an assistant brought on two wooden boxes, he then bowed and left after he placed it on the table.

Julian opened one of the boxes and said, “These are four bottles of ‘constitution potion’, eight crystal cores, and I will now transfer 40,000 on to your magic gold card. These are your givings for your four months as a disciple.”

Abel was a little surprised. Other than the ‘constitution potion,’ he was also given two crystal cores every month. Although these were only normal fire crystal cores, they did not sell them on the market. If you really wanted to buy it, you would have to pay an extra 20,000 gold coins for teleportation and buy it from the wizard exchange ground.

“Mr., other than being the disciple of Morton’s magic tower. The disciples for other magic towers only get one bottle of ‘constitution potion’ and 10,000 gold coins per month. They don’t even give out any crystal cores,” Said Finkle with eyes full of admiration looking at Abel’s givings on the table. These resources for wizard training were very hard to come by for an ordinary person. If you wanted a ‘constitution potion’, the only way was to go to a black market and pay the price a few times higher than the normal value. But even then, it was not certain that you could get one.

Julian then opened the other box and said: “This is a red intermediate magic gem, and I will transfer you another 20,000 gold coins!”

Abel was shocked that there was a red intermediate magical gem being given to him. Red Intermediate magic gems were normally the givings for official wizards. If he was given one of them every month, she would have 12 of them in a year, that meant Yveline magic tower was giving him a big gift.

The appearance of intermediate magic gems in the givings from a magic tower was nothing extraordinary. This was because most wizards who were qualified by a magic tower was official wizards. Gold coins meant little to nothing to official wizards, so the only thing that’s attractable was an intermediate magic gem.

Finkle’s eyes were about to pop out as he looked from aside. A deeply shocked expression emerged from his fat face as his sight locked on that red intermediate magic gem. When Abel saw Finkle, he couldn’t help but give him a pad on the shoulder and said with a smile, “You haven’t seen much, have you, Finkle.”

As a wizard follower roaming outside of magic towers, Finkle never even had the chance to see any of these elite wizard resources. Therefore, his expression was totally reasonable. It was only a spoiled person like Abel would treat an intermediate gem like it’s nothing.

“Here are your identity cards and magic gold card, please keep it well!” Said Julian as she handed the cards back to Abel.

Abel stuck out his hand. But, he was suddenly interrupted by weak little souls again and directly grabbed Julian’s hand.

“Mr. Abel, you…?” In a flash, the face of Julian became red. She immediately pulled her hands away and looked at Abel with slight discomfort.

“Sorry, sorry!” Abel’s face was fully red. This could only end badly for him; every time he tried to multitask, something would go wrong.

Seeing Abel’s immediate apologies, Julian began to wonder if Abel was intentional or really had grabbed her hand by mistake.

“Mr. is having some problems with his training. He is always thinking about it, so he often gets distracted. Please forgive us!” Said Finkle as he immediately stood up and bowed.

Among this awkward embarrassment, Abel put his givings, identity cards, and magic gold card away. But as he was throwing his givings into his portal bag, Finkle and Julian’s expressions began to change again. There was no question. This bag was a portal bag. How could such a small bag swallow that much stuff?

Every official Wizard could only obtain one portal bag, and normally these portal bags would be bought back with a high price by the Wizard Union when the wizard died, unless if the offsprings of that wizard was also a wizard. There was only one way a portal bag was left without an owner, and that was killing an official Wizard.

Every portal bag owned by an unofficial wizard signified the death of an official Wizard. With the deep yearning for official wizards in this world, you could just imagine what the two were feeling when they saw Abel’s portal bag.