Abe the Wizard

Master Thorin was truly stunned by Abel's handwriting. He knelt down and watched the magic iron pieces in the cabinets on both sides. It took him a while to get up and shook his head. He continued to sigh: “Master Abel, your love for your adoptive father is beyond my imagination. The quality of the twenty magic iron pieces here, any one of which can be taken down directly as a magic weapon, is the same as the quality of the two magic weapons sold today. ”

Hearing Master Thorin's professional review, Lord Marshall couldn't help but squeal the corner of his mouth, laughing and asking: "As you said, Master Thorin, is this cow truck that Abel gave me worth at least a million gold coins? ”

Master Bentham stretched out his hand and patted Lord Marshall on his shoulder, saying in a toned tone: "Then be careful not to let anyone rob you of such a fortune. ”

Lord Marshall raised his head proudly and laughed out loud: "If you knew the weapon on me, you wouldn't have said that, as long as you weren't a knight of the rank of Knight Chief, it wouldn't be easy to leave me behind. ”

Abel shook his head and his Uncle Marshall turned on the show mode. You know that even if he attended the dinner, neither of the swords with him left. According to Lord Marshall, the knight's weapon left the body is doomed.

Master Bentham and Master Thorin had to look at the two swords that Lord Marshall was carrying. The two swords were too conspicuous and were not asked out of courtesy at the banquet, but at that time Lord Marshall took the initiative and the two masters became interested.

Both masters know that the best weapon Abel will surely use or leave to his family, and that the two weapons Lord Marshall never leaves should be Abel's forged artifact.

“Let's see, what kind of weapon makes you so arrogant?” Master Bentham's long-standing affair with Lord Marshall is totally unnecessary.

Watching the two masters so interested in their weapons, Lord Marshall was so proud that Master Bentham, though not a true master, was one of the best forgers in Toyota City, not to mention the true blacksmith master Thorin from the Blacksmith's Guild, a master from the Dwarves recognized all over the continent.

Unwrapping the two swords behind him, he put one of them on the table of the carriage, and the other one on his hand refused to put them on. Turning to Abel, he said with dissatisfaction, “This is a great sword of ice magic. It's not as good as this iron strip used in the car. How can you make me feel ashamed to hold hands! ”

Master Bentham smiled at Master Thorin, and Abel said with some helplessness, "I will build another one for you in the next few days, and you will use this sword first. ”

The two masters looked at the magic sword on the table and humbled each other. Master Thorin pulled the sword out of the sheath.

Master Thorin pulled out the sword and lightly bounced his fingers on the sword. Strangely, the sword was no different from the ordinary sword, and there was no reaction. Plus, Abel covered the inlay holes in the handle with ornaments. After seeing the sword, Master Bentham turned his head strangely to Abel and asked, "Is this the sword magical? ”

“Of course, this Magic Sword only responds to the attack, and Master Thorin's projectiles are not a real attack.” Abel explained.

“What magic attribute is this sword?” Master Thorin cares.

“There is no magic attribute, only the ability to repel the enemy!” Abel explained.

“Impossible. Impossible!” Master Thorin mumbled a little out of his mind, then took the Magic Sword and said to Lord Marshall, "Lord Marshall, please step out of the car with me to try the effect of this Magic Sword. ”

“Master Thorin, no problem.” Lord Marshall said to open the door and jump off the carriage.

When everyone got off the carriage, Master Thorin chopped the Great Sword of Magic into Lord Marshall's defensive position, even if he was already ready. When Lord Marshall crossed the two swords, Master Thorin flashed a white light in his hand, or he forced Lord Marshall to retreat ten steps to stop his body.

Master Thorin switched swords with Lord Marshall, as if he was not yet relieved, and tried again. This time, Master Thorin, like Lord Marshall, was also defeated by ten steps.

“This is a golden weapon, for God's sake, Master Abel, you created a golden weapon, do you know what that means? Only two of our Dwarf associate blacksmiths can build this level of weaponry.” Master Thorin went on to say excitedly: “You have become the finest Forge Master or Associate Master on the continent. ”

Abel wasn't too excited about Master Thorin, because his goal was no longer to upgrade the blacksmith level, and the wizard had become his primary goal, and everything else had become less important.

Master Bentham looked at Abel and arrived at the master step by step in front of him, and now Abel's level has risen again. He had to exclaim: "Abel, you are growing too fast, I can only look at you from afar. I hope you do not fail your forged talents. ”

“How much gold is this magic weapon worth?” One voice interrupted the words of the two masters, and Lord Marshall asked with some curiosity.

Master Thorin heard Lord Marshall gauge the gold weapon with gold coins. He could not help but stare at Abel's adoptive father and owner of the gold weapon. He shook his head: "The value of the gold weapon is hard to say, there are few records of auctions in history, and most of them are private transactions. If you really want to give a price, the price is at least 200,000 gold coins. ”

Lord Marshall shook his mind with some dizziness, and this price struck him again, when the value behind the gold coin had been calculated in tens of thousands of dollars, thinking about the income of the castle, thinking about his decades of savings, far less than the pieces of this magic sword.

But Lord Marshall remembered that this magic weapon was his own, and that Abel was his heir, and that he was in a good mood, standing tall, and strong.

Turns out Abel wanted to give his new shield to Master Thorin for judgment. Now it's just a previously crafted unattributed magic sword that surprised Master Thorin. If more magic weapons were produced, it would look a little too exaggerated, and Abel also found that he underestimated the value of these weapons, so he decided not to show Master Thorin any other magic equipment.

Upon returning to the castle, Abel remembered Prince Wyatt's ill-will and was relieved to call Lord Marshall to join him in Abel's private operating room.

“Abel, what is it?” Lord Marshall asked strangely.

“Uncle Marshall, I don't think Prince Wyatt will settle down like this, but you have to be careful in the meantime.” Abel whispered his fears.

“Rest assured, the sword in my hand is not afraid of him.” Lord Marshall does not care to say that he is not an ordinary knight who can return alive from the battlefield of the Orc, and his glory is exchanged through the corpse of the Orc.

Looking at Lord Marshall, Abel felt even more uncomfortable picking up a well-built magic shield from the console and passing it to Lord Marshall, saying: "This shield is for you, and you will carry it with you these days. ”

After taking over the shield, Lord Marshall looked happy. The weapons adopted by the Son were all precious. Anyway, these things were all Abel's. With this kind of psychology, he never refused what Abel had given him.

“What level of shield is this?” Lord Marshall asked.

“According to Master Thorin, this is a gold shield.” Abel thought about it and made his point.

“How did it work?” Lord Marshall went on to ask with interest.

“It allows you to counteract the temper attacks of the least advanced knights.” Abel explained.

“What else am I afraid of? Let Prince Wyatt come. I have two 200,000 gold pieces of equipment all over me, plus a million gold wagons. How does that prince compare to me when he doesn't even pay for a 50,000 gold magic weapon? ”

Lord Marshall had no idea how many gold coins were in his wallet at the moment, and his all-out equipment had made him look higher than the Budapest Mountains.