Abe the Wizard

“How beautiful!” Even for men such as Carlos, looking at the intermediate red gem on Camille’s hand, his eyes began to glare in wonder.

“Of course, this was my reward from Mr. Morton for my promotion to rank 4 as a novice wizard!” Camille said proudly, with a particular emphasis on the word rank 4 to mock Carlos.

“I’ve had a feeling recently that my rank 3 novice wizard pattern is almost filled up to rank 4. You better watch out, I will catch up to you very shortly!” Carlos said, realizing Camille’s mockery.

“Well, are there any magic gems that are even higher quality?” Abel asked softly, interrupting the conversation, wondering if there were any gems that exist in this world that would possess a perfect rank.

“Of course, the best magic gem is known as the elite magic gem. However, even in the biggest gem mines, it is extremely difficult to find just a few pieces of them. For me, I have never seen these kinds of gems before in my life, and I’ve only heard rumors that some large organizations will have a small collection of them. These gems are the source of energy for a large scale magic circle. So, It’s is not easily attainable for ordinary wizards.” Camille replied, then paused and said, “It’s the eleventh floor. You can go now!”

Abel looked up and saw that the staircase in front of him which was blocked by a large wooden door carved with strange animals and bird patterns, which he had never seen before.

As he gently pushed the door open, and it was dark inside. When Abel took his first step into the door, he immediately felt a sense of weightlessness. After a brief period of weightlessness, Abel was teleported into a mysterious room.

Was this some kind of teleporting array? Though Abel had just heard Camille talking about something related to teleportation, the feeling was not nearly as intense as being here physically. This feeling wasn’t as intense as when Abel was entering through the portal to Rouge’s Encampment, but it was the first time he had been teleported by a teleporting array.

“Not bad, you stayed calm. This is the mentality a wizard needs.” Within a flash of a figure, Wizard Morton had appeared before Abel.

Abel was no longer surprised by the way people appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, like Wizard Morton in this instance. To this date, he still couldn’t understand how people can appear out of thin air like this, but it seemed like the elites really liked to appear this way.

“The honorable Mr. Morton, how are you!” Abel bowed.

“Abel, will you be my disciple?” Wizard Morton asked, speaking directly without any greetings or ceremony.

Abel had never expected the wizard to ask such a question as he had just met him, but Abel promptly reacted and said, “I will ask the honorable Mr. Morton!”

“From now onwards, you won’t have to follow the rules of the noble etiquette within the tower. Wizards don’t have much time to be polite, you see. From now on, you’ll call me teacher,” said Morton, with a small grin on his face.

“Yes, teacher!” Abel immediately responded.

“You are my sixth disciple, and above you, there are three senior brothers and two senior sisters. Your first brother is a level 6 wizard and is the fourth wizard of the Duchy of Carmel. He is currently guarding the miracle city in the valley of Mount Budapest. As for your second brother and third sister. Here, Morton paused a little, sighed, and said, “They both followed me long ago, and now their life is coming to an end, so they have been closing their doors for years in search of a chance at survival chance!”

Wizard Morton then looked at Abel and said, “You are still too young, and may make you not understand the importance of your life. When you become a level 1 novice wizard, your life expectancy was raised to 150, and every time you rank up, you gain 10 years of life. This may seem like it’s a long time, but if you don’t make the most out of every second, such a mighty long lifetime can be gone in a flash.

“Thank you for the wise instruction!” Abel was no ordinary 13-year-old boy, and his desire for life was much stronger than anyone else’s.

“The reason your two elder brothers and sisters ended up like this was that they underestimated the importance of training when they were young. As they got older, the difficulty of practicing increased too, causing them to stuck between level 5 and level 6 wizards. I wanted to provide them with potions to force their ability to increase to a rank 6 wizards, but they didn’t agree.”

Wizard Morton looked at the doubt in Abel’s eyes and sighed, “The potions are the fastest way to force a wizard to increase their ability to the next rank, but after that, they will never be able to increase again. This is why they would rather die with their proudness than use the potion to increase their ability.”

When Abel heard what Morton said, he couldn’t help but think of the three disciples of Yvelines magic tower. Those three were crazily trying to earn money so that they could buy these increasing rank potion. This may be their goal, as they thought reaching level 6 was already good enough for them. However, uncle Sam, the 4th disciple at Yvelines magic tower, had his goal higher, he wanted to use his own efforts in leveling up as a wizard.

Thinking of uncle Sam, Abel asked, “Teacher, has Novice Wizard Sam has been stuck with level 5 novice wizard for so many years?”

When he heard Abel ask this, Morton laughed. “For someone with your personality and your relationship with Novice Wizard Sam, I wondered when you would ask this question.”

Abel smiled with a hint of shyness but kept looking at Morton as if he was waiting for an answer.

“Alright, I’ll tell you about Novice Wizard Sam’s main problem.” Wizard Morton looked at Abel with great appreciation. Knowing that he could help his former teacher ask such a question presented Abel as a caring person. This was what you wanted your disciple to become if you ever had one.

“Novice Wizard Sam is a hard to come by genius. To be honest, I’ve known wizard Yveline for many years, and I must admit, he is not a particularly good teacher. But despite that, under the guidance of Wizard Yveline, Novice Wizard Sam still reached the peak of a level 5 novice wizard through his own dedication. He was just one step away from being a rank 6 official wizard, which is something to be cherished.”

Morton then shook his head slightly and added, “But his disadvantages are too obvious. He has learned only one spell, “Fireball,” and has not learned another. Every day, he worked extremely hard behind closed doors and rarely goes out and walk around.”

Abel knew about this, the only spell Novice Wizard Sam practiced was “Fireball”, and it was the only spell Novice Wizard Sam had taught him.

“I’ve heard that he almost lost his life in an adventure when he was young. He hasn’t left Bakong City since then. The Wizard Morton seemed to disapprove of this behavior on Sam’s part.

Abel couldn’t help thinking of The Lord of Marshall’s rescue of Sam, and it was after that event, they became best friends. Was it because of that particular event that made Sam never want to venture out again?

“He worked his way up through his genius to the peak of a rank 5 wizard. But without experience and the lack of flash of realization when it came to magic, his rank 5 novice wizard journey was incomplete, and this is why he is currently stuck.”

Wizard Morton then looked towards Abel, and whispered, “To be honest, I actually wanted to find the opportunity to remind Sam about this matter. But since he was a disciple of Wizard Yvelines, I couldn’t directly tell him about these things. Now that you mentioned it, I am very glad I could finally answer it. I sincerely hope he can successfully increase his rank. If he does, we will have another official wizard within the Duchy of Carmel.”

Afterward, Abel bowed to wizard Morton and said, “Teacher, the answer that you gave me today will be the gift that I will be giving to Sam. Thank you so much for your unselfish mentoring.”

“Sam is still young. If he changes his way of thinking, then the Duchy of Carmel will have another formal wizard.” After finishing his last sentence, Wizard Morton changed the topic immediately and said, “When you’re a rank 1 wizard, you should learn every magic spells possible. It could save your life at some point in the future.”

Abel nodded, as he agreed strongly to what WizardMorton has stated. Spells differed only in power, but they all had their special purposes and uses.

“There are no useless spells, only useless wizards. In the three types of spells that exist, the fire spell is the most violent and explosive. Ice can slow down your opponent’s speed with decent attack damage. Electric spells are the fastest of all 3 in magic spells. Its speed makes it literally impossible for your enemies to defend, and it also has the ability to numb the enemies. The only disadvantage is that it has the lowest power output of the three spells.”