Abe the Wizard

As soon as Abel entered the courtyard, he saw a huge fountain, and the lights from somewhere lit up the dancing fountain with a magical glow.

The servants of the main city of the city who lead the guests, each wearing a black servant uniform, all polite and attentive, while the guards who patrol the area, wearing a half armor, carrying a long sword, reveal at least a level four or more practitioner of fighting spirit, the Viscount nobility is highlighted everywhere.

Professionals include warriors, knights and assassins, all based on the practice of fighting, generating some special abilities.

Warriors are ordinary professionals, and most of the people who practice fighting are warriors, who can use swords, hammers, long guns, and almost any other weapon.

The most powerful are knights, good education and abundant resources that enable them to possess the most comprehensive training and the finest equipment, and horses and armor are their standard.

Assassins are the smallest of them. In addition to practicing fighting, they also learn a lot of hidden means. Assassins' fighting is more intense, at the cost of shortening the duration of fighting.

In the Principality of Kamei, titles are very difficult to obtain, a generation of His Majesty the King suppresses the number of nobles, and a series of provisions have been made to reduce the inheritance of territory and titles, such as the provision that women cannot inherit titles, the non-enclosed titles, the lowering of the rank every time they inherit, or the reclamation of enclosed land if there is no heir, etc. In countless years of continuous repossession, countless noble families have disappeared.

In order to obtain the title, there is only one condition: to do great work for the Principality. This is particularly difficult in times of peace, when, after the war, war was won at the expense of a large number of quasi-noble deaths.

So in recent years, the contradiction between kings and nobles has grown, with the great nobles constantly increasing their strength, while kings seek opportunities to strangle the nobles who dare to challenge them.

Just look at the title of the Lord of the Harvest City and you will know that the noble title of the Principality of Kamei is lowered. The title of the Lord of a large city is the Viscount. A city the same size, in the neighbouring Duke of Thunder, is at least the Duke.

Of course, these things are far away for Abel, only in the carriage when he came, when the Marshall knights talked to Abel about the city owners, and Marshall, as a knight who gained his land in battle, didn't care about them, just as a funny thing to say.

Only when Abel saw the defense of the city's main palace did he think of the great nobility that the knights of Marshall were constantly strengthening in order to fight against the king, and he saw the defense of hundreds of these men, each of whom was a professional, even if only a lowest ranking warrior professional, who could play a mighty battle power over an army of thousands.

The crowd in the lobby disappointed Abel with the food from the main city hall because of the winter, only pastries and barbecue were served at the buffet table, and there was plenty of red wine available.

With the appearance of Lord Dickens, the liquor convention officially began, starting with the Viscount's message, although there were many people in the lobby, but Viscount Dickens, the chief knight, through his strong fighting, let the message reach everyone's ears, which, according to the Knight Marshall, is an annual demonstration of strength, both financial and powerful, which will enable Viscount Dickens to better manage this vast land.

This is Abel's most boring wine party. Abel doesn't know any of the people here. Only after the Marshall Knight took him to meet some of his best friends, Abel went back to the corner and watched the world's premium parties quietly. No wonder he didn't prepare any food, because very few people came here to pick up food, all with red wine and talk to people.

In this environment, Abel's eyelids grew heavier and slowly fell asleep. He wandered the streets all day long. At this time, the noise was like a hypnotic song, and he was not woken up by the Marshall Knight until the wine was over.

The Marshall Knight laughed at Abel when he returned, and the Knight did not believe that a Grade 5 intern knight would fall asleep at the bar tired of shopping.

The next morning, the Horseman of Marshall boarded the carriage with Abel, preparing to return to Harry Castle, and when he left the courtyard, the butler Robin sent the carriage out the door, while Abel stretched out his head from the carriage and waved goodbye to Robin.

The move allowed the servant, who had been watching the yard all night, to confirm that Abel was leaving and flew to report to the owner.

“What, they're headed south? See?” When Joshua heard the servant's report and confirmed it, he summoned his men immediately.

Joshua's father was a lord, because of his managerial skills, he had purchased more than a dozen storefronts adjacent to the main road in Toyota City over the years, had almost a 50 per cent share of the Toyota City ready-to-wear market, was a true aristocratic businessman, and his financial strength had given Joshua, the lord's only son, better conditions for training, and Joshua, 19, was already a fourth-degree trainee knight, who had always dreamed that Joshua would be able to fight to become Lord of the Earth.

Because of this, the Lord was never stingy with Joshua's growth, and only by helping Joshua to buy a hundred training swords could he see the Lord's input into him, and Joshua, who had lost the bet, did not dare to tell the Lord about it, only to think of avenging him before taking the opportunity to speak to him slowly.

A team of twelve men were ordered, all strong servants of the house, each with a long sword, while Joshua rode a fiery red war horse, and a line of thirteen pursuers set out.

The Horseman of Marshall is tasting a bottle of wine from his friends in Harvest City in the carriage, moving gently as the carriage fluctuates up and down, while the wine in the glass is not moving. Abel was trying to learn the knight's posture at the moment, but the wagon in the world was too hard to absorb a shock. Sometimes a vibration came and he didn't come and react, and the wine in the glass began to shake violently, but Abel was not discouraged, he watched the knight carefully, and he was not happy to imitate.

Though not fast, the horse was also faster than the carriage for a short time. Thirteen people had quickly approached the carriage, and Joshua's cold face revealed a smile.

“Interesting, someone dared to chase my carriage.” The Marshall Knight stopped the glass in his hand with a cold smile on his face.

Abel also felt an anomaly from the ground vibration, and he looked at the Marshall knight. As he came out with the Marshall knight to attend the party, he did not bring a long sword, just took out his hand and loaded it with an arrow, ready to fire.

“Get in, stop the wagon, and drag the people inside out.” Joshua commanded twelve servants.

If Joshua had seen the carriage from the front, he might not have done so, and the carriage had a noble family crest in front of it.

Twelve servants raised their swords and waved towards the carriage. The driver knew that the Horseman of Marshall was in the car, so he was not in a hurry, but warned out loud: "This is the Harry carriage, and the attack on the carriage will bear the fury of the Harry family. ”

The twelve servants who rushed up did not know about the Harry family, and if the horseman's carriage was said to be known, it was estimated that they could, so the twelve did not stop their horseshoes and rushed towards the carriage, stopping the carriage.

Joshua had caught up with him, and he saw the very prominent white unicorn crest on the front of the carriage at first sight. With a hint of chill coming straight from his back to the top of his head, he led an attack on an aristocratic carriage. The words of the wagon driver had not been heard clearly, but when he saw that the wagon had a fearless look, he knew that the other party must have had a good start.

Having reached this point, the attack on the aristocratic carriage has come to an end, Joshua is already on a tiger, and he has to assassinate the machine. If he kills both the driver and the little blacksmith in the car, who knows he did it?

“Kill them all.” Joshua spewed three words harshly.

Twelve servants stood still. They usually just helped the master bully people. At most, they interrupted their hands and feet, but they never killed anyone. But the master also had to obey his orders, so twelve people shook their swords at the driver in a messy way.