Abe the Wizard

On God's birthday, riding horses on Triumph Avenue, Lord Marshall, dressed in gold bull armor, glistened in the sun and surrounded his body with golden light, even the white horses underneath him dyed gold.

Albert quietly lagged behind Lord Marshall and paralleled the two butlers who also rode the horses. Today is Lord Marshall's glorious day, but his vision is far higher than that, whether as a young intermediate knight or a master blacksmith, enough to give him his rightful place in any principality.

The palace was not as gorgeous as Abel had imagined. It was also a white-walled red top, more than just huge and majestic. Under the guidance of the royal palace clerk, Lord Marshall and Abel walked into the political centre of the Principality of Carmichael, a place of concentration of power.

Through the palace gate, the curtains were printed on a white stone pavement, with statues of twelve knights beside them, Ken gently told Abel that the statues were founding knights, the third of which was the founder of the Harry family.

Walk forward and you will reach the Palace Hall of Parliament, which is where the awards were made, and when Lord Marshall and Abel arrived, there were other awardees waiting, and the nobles slowly entered.

Unlike the exterior of the palace, the concourse hall is the ultimate in luxury. From the moment he entered the concourse hall, Abel felt impacted by the golden light. Whether it was the wall or the engraved pillar, it was wrapped in gold, even the crystal lamps hung in the air were golden, and the lights lit also emitted a golden light.

The rooftop, 30 metres from the ground, is a huge painting of the gods fighting demons.

The ground is made of dark golden material, polished like a mirror to clearly see the reflection of man, and the golden colour of the entire chamber appears again on the ground.

Lord Marshall's golden bull armor blends strangely with his surroundings in this environment, as if he were a statue here.

“Marshall, why didn't you come home?” A handsome old man, like Lord Marshall, walked up to them and told them that he knew not only Lord Marshall, but he was very familiar with what he was saying.

“Father!” Unexpectedly, every time I talk about the Harry family in the city of Gumba, my mouth is full of old man Lord Marshall, at that time like a mouse saw a cat, the voice was small and shriveled, and there was no sign of pride on the road.

“Pull your chest up, what it looks like, you're a family chief now too.” The old man unnecessarily took a hard shot on Lord Marshall's back. Lord Marshall's bowing body suddenly straightened out, and then the old man said: "Well done recently, I can't believe I traded my kung fu for Lord. I have time to go home and meet your mother. ”

“You must be Abel. I'm Brooke? Count Harry, Marshall's father, we're a family!” Count Brooke smiled affectionately at Abel, who was seen as his own son, and Lord Marshall as an outsider.

“Hello, Grandpa Brooke!” Abel bowed in a hurry.

“My own family, don't be so polite!” Count Brooke lifted Abel up and laughed.

Count Brooke looked around, and the nobles didn't come much, and they were talking softly about something, and nobody noticed too much about it, and he turned to Lord Marshall and said softly, “Are you as reckless as you were when you were younger? Can you go to Gamba City at this time? ”

“Father, what's wrong?” Lord Marshall asked somewhat less clearly.

“Leave Gumba City early after the award and do not stay too long.” Count Brooke doesn't explain much, just say it.

Abel looked at Count Brooke with a serious face and could not help but imagine what a huge change would have occurred recently in the city of Gbarbarbard?

“His Majesty King Spender George, the great Duchy of Carmichael, is here! ”

With the voices of the waiters, all the nobles at the venue stopped talking and returned to their places, leaving only five medals in the middle of the huge hall.

Wearing a red silk gown and a dark red cape, King Spender George of the Principality of Carmichael walked into the lobby, when everyone had bowed down to greet him until King Spender George sat on the throne in the middle.

Abel had discovered by then that King Spender George's face was very ugly, and even in red Chinese clothes, he could not stop the condition on his face, and by his mental energy sensation, he felt the king's fire of life fading and fading.

“Lord Marshall Harry Knight!” The waiter shouted.

Lord Marshall, dressed in golden armor, went one step ahead in the eyes of all, kneeling down on one knee, bowing his head, respectfully kneeling before his king, with a solemn look on his face.

King Spender George stood up, took a long sword from the waiter and gently patted Lord Marshall's left and right shoulders, saying, “Lord Marshall, you will wake up from the nightmare and fight for the lofty ideals! ”

Lord Marshall raised his head and said aloud: "My loyalty to you! ”

Perhaps for Lord Marshall, this was the most important thing of his life, and the ceremony was solemn and sacred, but the royal decoration ceremony was much shorter than Abel had imagined, with only a long sword waved by the king, and the whole process had been accomplished in two short sentences of dialogue.

Abel did not agree very much with this ritual, and he knew that it was a simplified symbol of the conquest and forced allegiance of men and women from the early days of mankind, symbolizing that the king had conquered the recipients with his sword, and that the king had the power and power to punish the infidels.

This was followed by the award ceremony of three other awardees, and Abel, who was finally wearing blue armor, knelt before the king.

When King Spender George's sword rested on Abel's shoulder, Abel clearly felt the sword tremble, and the old man in front of him, who was physically ill, had spent too much energy conducting the ceremony.

“Master Abel, you are the youngest eagle in the Principality of Kamei, you are an unparalleled genius, and I ask that you always remember that you are from the Principality of Kamei!” King Spender George spoke softly before the ceremony and went on to say: "Lord Abel, you will awaken from the nightmare and fight for the lofty ideals! ”

Abel shouted, "My loyalty to you! ”

Just now there were a few voices of children that rang through the hall, so young Lord Seal that all the nobles were admiring his youth.

King Spender George took out a crest, a golden Oriental dragon tray on a black base, and hung it on Abel's chest.

This crest was designed by Abel and left to the palace. In any world, he thought he was the heir of the dragon, so the crest depicted an eastern five-clawed dragon.

When Abel and Lord Marshall left the palace, the sunny sky became a little dim, and the clouds began to cloud the sky, returning to the residence of Triumph Avenue, where thunder had been heard and lightning had broken through the sky.

Abel was very confused at the moment, and the inspiration in the underworld made him feel the uneasiness and agitation of the city.

I sensed the location of the white cloud in my heart. The white cloud is now dozens of miles from the sky cloud in Ganba City. From there to around Abe, the white cloud can fly in a very short time. This leaves Abe's heart a little down. Anyway, there's no problem retreating. At best, it exposes the existence of the white cloud.

Twenty more knights were ordered to serve with ten Black Armor fighters, to tighten their guards and increase the number of patrols, and Abel returned home in peace.

The city of Gbarbard was washed by heavy rain until evening, as if to hear the city mourning and the heavy atmosphere over the city.

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