Abe the Wizard

Master Bentham and Master Thorin had an appointment with Abel for more than two hours to pick up Master Bentham and go back to the castle, while Abel took a carriage to Auction House in Edmund.

“I'm looking for Ms. Yvette.” When he entered Edmund's auction house, Abel said to the waitress who received him without seeing Yvette.

Because Abel was taken directly from the blacksmith's shop to Toyota City by Master Bentham, wearing a work suit made of grey cotton cloth, and some Mars stained during the assessment process. The clothes on the cotton cloth showed some traces of fire, and when he was younger, the whole person looked like a civilian.

The male waiter did not discriminate against him because the male waiter saw that Abel had come down from a carriage, whatever his status, and that he could not afford to ride in a carriage to the auction house, so the male waiter kindly arranged for Abel to sit in a chair in the reception hall and serve him a cup of coffee, and went upstairs to help find Yvette.

“Who are you? How can even civilians sit at our Edmund auction house for coffee?” A sharp voice came, Abel looked around, hesitated for a moment, and found out that he was talking about himself. Abel had become accustomed to the identity of the world. Since coming to the world, no one had ever reproached him like this. He couldn't help but frown and look at the man who spoke. He was a dry, skinny, 30-year-old man, wearing a black dress like a sticker on his body, and his whole body bent like a prawn.

“Are you talking about me?” Abel was very unhappy to ask, with natural dignity in his tone.

“Pretend to look alike.” The skinny man saw the Master of Blacksmiths medal on Abel's chest again. At first glance, he could not help but laugh at the style of the Medal of Blacksmiths he had never seen before. “Bring a Medal of Blacksmiths, you also find a more elegant one. Bring a fake one here to cheat me, someone to kick me out. ”

“Sir, please get out.” The two guards came over and said to Abel.

“If Edmund's auction house does not give me a statement today, I will apply to the Arbitration Tribunal for my powers.” Abel pulled a white unicorn crest out of his clothes, held it in his hand, and showed it to several people.

Seeing the crest in Abel's hand, the two guards rushed back in panic, and the dry, skinny man was pale.

No one in this world dares to impersonate the crest, because impersonating the crest is a sin of necessity. The crest represents nobility and only nobility and its heirs have the right to use the crest of the family.

The claim that noble arbitral tribunals protect the rights of nobility and that noble arbitral tribunals will come forward to defend the legitimate rights of nobility when the dignity of nobility is violated is civilized, but the practice of noble arbitral tribunals is brutal, with people burned every time noble arbitral tribunals come forward for violating the dignity of nobility.

“What's going on here?” Evette walked down the stairs lightly and saw the scene in front of her, while the two guards saw her, her body shrunk a little backwards.

Evette glanced around at Abel's clothes and understood the big picture and said with apologies: "Hello, I apologize on behalf of Edmund's auction house. ”

When Yvette's eyes swept through Abel's chest, his eyes solidified and some incredibly asked, "Are you Master Abel? Thirty-sixth master blacksmith in the mainland, just evaluated by the master blacksmith? ”

“Mrs. Evett, I'm Abel, and I didn't know Edmund Auction House was well-informed.” Abel has some exclamation for the speed with which the message travels, which is fast approaching the rate of dissemination of Earth information from previous generations.

“Master Abel, just received a message from HQ that you passed the assessment at the Harvest City Blacksmiths Guild and HQ specifically asked our division to pay attention to you.” Evette took a look at the tall, thin man and went on to say, "You've been treated unfairly, and our auction house will give you a statement. ”

The tall, thin man who hears this has been completely paralyzed to the ground, and Yvette's words have determined his fate, but no one cares about this except himself.

Abel came to the Edmund auction house this time with the Medal of the Master Blacksmith. His seven hundred practice swords and a luxury version of the Fire Magic hundred practice sword were to be sent to the Edmund auction house in one capacity so that the auction house could better publicize them and achieve the highest value.

“Ms. Yvette, I brought some of my own forged weapons and wanted to leave them to your bank for auction.

When Abel heard the words, Evette's eyes lit up, what a great opportunity this was for the new master blacksmith's work to be auctioned at the Edmund auction house, and it was up to her to take care of the matter, and this performance was very helpful for her promotion in the future.

“Thank you for your trust in Edmund Auction House and we will auction your work at the highest auction size.” Evette, delighted to say.

“There is only one condition that these weapons should not be auctioned in Harvest City.” Abel offered a condition.

Evette began to have some doubts, but then she realized that there was an extra Harry Armshop in town, and Abel's full name was Abel? Harry, the armory is owned by the Abbs.

“Master Abel, no problem.” It doesn't matter where she auctions Evette, as long as she handles it, there should be a lot of credit.

Several auction house guards removed several weapons from Abel's carriage at the door, pointing to the seven hundred training swords, and said: "These are my handiwork, all ordinary hundred training weapons.” Again, pointing to the luxury version of the Fire Magic Hundred Rehearsal Sword: “This weapon is a fire magic sword made using dwarf technology, and after some decoration I call it the luxury version of the Fire Magic Hundred Rehearsal Sword. ”

“Is this a magic weapon?” Yvette certainly knows about magic weapons, but magic weapons are extremely rare, high-end weapons that are rarely seen at the headquarters of the Edmund auction house.

Evette pulled the sword out of the sheath with some curiosity. The sword was a little too heavy for a lady like Evette. Evette had the sword in her hands and wanted to put it on the counter to take a closer look. Her move scared Abel and Abel hurried: "Careful! ”

Yvette's hand slipped, the fire magic sword fell from his hand to the ground, a red light flashed from the sword's body and ground contact moments, “Ba," the sword had fallen to the ground, and look at the place where the sword had just come into contact with the ground is already a scorched black, the air filled with silk fire.

Abel picked up the fire magic sword from the ground and put it in the sheath. Yvette was also stunned by the scene just now. If this was put directly on the counter, then the counter would still burn a big hole. Thinking that Yvette had to slap herself in the chest. If she burned the auction house counter, she would be blamed, she would have to be scared after a while. The power of the magic sword was terrible. If this sword was cut on people, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Master Abel, for your weapons, I will charge a commission of two percent of the total price.” In order to thank Abel for her reminder to settle the commission directly to the minimum, two percent of the commission is already in her hands.

“Thank you, Ms. Yvette.” Abel had already asked for the details of the auction at the Edmund auction house, and had learned of Yvette's kindness.

Evette handled the formalities for Abel, and seven hundred practice swords and that luxury version of Fire Magic hundred practice sword stayed at the Edmund auction house.

And then Abel went to Harry's Arms Shop and handed over two hundred practice swords to the supervisor, who didn't ask, and the manager of the arms shop was the business expert.

Take a look around the clock and ask the rider to pick up Master Bentham at the Blacksmith's Guild and return to the castle.