Abe the Wizard

“Your identity is not enough to judge me!” Abel's voice came from the robe, full of sarcasm and ridicule.

“Please show your identity to prove this!” The two magistrates were not angry, and as long as they were not fools, no one would dare talk nonsense in places like the Noble Arbitration Tribunal.

“Yes!” Abel picked a crest out of his arms and handed it to the two magistrates, and Richie stretched his head to see what it was, but one of the magistrates blocked his gaze with his body.

Perhaps after two blinking hours, a magistrate handed the crest back to Abel with his hands and said in a very solemn voice: "I'm sorry, distinguished Baron, you will be treated as you are! ”

“Baron?” When Richie heard the word, he had to look dark. Some of them couldn't stand it. What kind of man did he offend himself? Is there such a young baron in the Duchy of Kamak?

“Fake, must be fake!” Richie cried out loudly that he had staked almost everything on him for the matter, whether it was taking the risk of offending Sam as a trainee witch to evict his wizard apprentice or using the family's influence to direct the sheriff to serve him with the family power in the organization of the noble arbitral tribunal, which had dire consequences, either of which could be directly killed by Sam as a trainee witch or abandoned by the family.

“Two distinguished Goddess of Justice and Order servicers, Mr. Magistrate, in your presence, Richie has insulted my family's crest and defied the majesty of the Arbitral Tribunal of the Nobility!” Abel said softly.

“We can no longer deal with this matter, please wait for the distinguished Baron, I will ask the duty master to serve you, please sit down and have a cup of coffee first!” A magistrate commanded the waiter to serve Abel coffee and gave another magistrate a glimpse.

Another magistrate withdrew to Abel's salute.

Watching Abel sit down and taste the hot coffee, Richie already knows it's not good enough to sit here and taste the coffee, a status far from what the Baron can give, which means that the Baron must still have a more prominent identity.

“Distinguished Baron Abel, Distinguished Master Abel, Chancellor Randall at your service?” Behind the magistrate, a middle-aged man, also dressed in the uniform depicting the Statue of Justice and Order, walked in. He only had a few more gold threads on his uniform, which made the uniform look more noble.

“Distinguished referee, Mr. Randall, because the Bensons made a ridiculous accusation to me that I, a Baron of Military Acts, a master blacksmith, stole Richie's gold coin and insulted the Bensons' seal!” Abel's voice was full of irony.

“Mr. Ricci, you said that Baron Abbott stole your gold coin and insulted your family's seal. When and where did he steal your gold coin and insult your family's seal?” Magistrate Randall asked Richie.

Richie wasn't ready to be asked suddenly, it was just an outing. If Abel could be taken out of Ganba City and sent to Murray City, and then he arranged for someone to kill him halfway, things would be perfectly done. But at this time, he was asked the question by referee Randall, who was not related to the Benson family. For a moment, he couldn't help but look at the chill in referee Randall's eyes and say, “Yesterday in the magic tower, it was in the magic tower that he insulted my family's crest. ”

Abel gently took the robe cap off his head and revealed the young, somewhat excessive face, full of laughter: "Mr. Richie, you seem to have forgotten, you were expelled from the Tower of Magic a few days ago, and in your capacity, did you carry a family crest? ”

The family crest can only be carried by the heirs and the owners of the family. Other family members want to use it, they can only display the crest through a wagon with a crest, a flag, etc.

“Arrest Richie!” The referee, Randall, said out loud that with his voice just falling, the two referees pressed Richie forward, and by that time they had lost sight of Richie, and it was first and foremost to try to keep themselves in front of Baron Abel.

“What do you need for this!” Magistrate Randall turned to Abel and asked.

“If the Bensons do not offer adequate compensation for the matter, I will initiate a family arbitration!” Abe spoke softly.

But Abel's sentence was not as moderate as he said in referee Randall's ear. Family arbitration was intended to refer the matter to the chief magistrate of the noble arbitration tribunal, and the ruling family would compensate the winning family for half of its assets. This judgment was not a simple judgment, but a match between two family connections and strength, who could influence the chief magistrate, who would be the ultimate winner.

Richie, who was tied backwards, heard Abel's words, and he couldn't help but feel some joy on his face. Abel's family had never heard of him. How could he compare to the noble Benson family? If family arbitration were to take place, the Bensons would be victorious.

“Never mind, we are willing to pay Baron Abbott a satisfactory compensation!” An old man's voice came in, and as the voice came in, an old man in Chinese clothes came in.

“Homeowner!” Richie stared at the old man in Chinese clothes.

The old man in Chinese clothes glanced coldly at the strapped Richie and turned to salute Abel: “Dear Baron Abel, I deeply regret the appearance of such a scum in the family, the Benson family would like to compensate you for two shops on Tianjing Avenue and a manor outside the city of Gbarba! ”

Both the referee and referee, Randall, were stunned by Benson's pen, and Richie was trembling with Cerser, when he realized that the young baron named Abel across the street was a very noble man who even the Benson family didn't want to mess with, and he was now making a big mistake and had no room to swing around.

Tianjing Avenue is the main road of the city of Gangba. Each of the shops on both sides is worth more than 100,000 gold coins and is still priceless. No one will give up the best shops of the Principality of Kamei. The land outside Gangba is extremely expensive and each estate has its own characteristics. Although it is not known which estate, the power of the Benson family could not be too ordinary.

“Dear Lord Benson, I accept your compensation!” Abel replied.

The owner of the Washington Benson family heard that Abel had agreed to compensation, so it was only then that he took a breath of relief. Others wondered, how could the owner of one of the four great families of the city of Ganba not know the relationship between this young baron and the Great Knight of Hoover?

Though the story was concealed, Benson's master knew all the details, including the Hoover Knight's salute to Abel, including the Hoover Knight's promise to Abel that nobody would attack Abel in Gamba City, and so on, but today he received information that Richie, his own family, was using his family's power against a young wizard apprentice named Abel, and Benson's master hurried in just in case this young wizard apprentice, who Richie had dealt with, would be the Abbot, and he did hear the Abbot's dissatisfaction when he arrived here.

Neither the family arbitration nor the future revenge of the Great Hoover Cavalier is acceptable to the Benson family owner. The Great Hoover Cavalier said earlier that Abel would not be attacked again in Gamba City, and then his family members defamed Abel. This is beating the long face of the Great Hoover Cavalier. If the Great Hoover Cavalier knew about this, the Benson family owner couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

So Lord Benson hastened to come forward and seek Abel's understanding with great reparations in order to resolve the matter quickly.

“Thank you for forgiving the Benson family's offense, Richie will be sent to Murray City and never returned!” Lord Benson said to Abel.

“I am satisfied with your decision! The Bensons and I will be friends!” Abel smiled.

Out of the aristocratic arbitration tribunal, Abel refused to give it to the referee, Randall hired a cab outside, sat in a carriage, and Abel was amused. Sam's trainee wizard asked him to come back and find some more resources available, and someone sent the resources, as if to come back tomorrow to the aristocratic arbitration tribunal for another matter of compensation.

Everyone else was afraid of noble arbitral tribunals, while Abel was fond of noble arbitral tribunals, which would be able to convert many of his unclear assets into readily available resources that could be placed in plain sight.