Abe the Wizard

At Abel's current level, every time he replenishes his magic at Camp Loger, it takes ten minutes to fill it up, and if he's at the Magic Tower, he's afraid it's going to increase a lot.

With the constant use of magic, Abel became more and more familiar with the 'fire' spell and the number of errors was less and less frequent. As long as it was a mistake that had been made, it would not happen again in the next exercise. It was this gift that kept him moving forward. Here, the abundance of magic also made it easier for him to draw the 'fire’ spell.

Unconsciously, Abel has continuously consumed clean and filled from the magic, then consumed clean, again filled and cycled twenty times. The progress of the 'firebomb' spell is nearly one-fifth. As long as he can practise here, he believes that the first spell can be used soon.

At this time, Abel discovered that his head began to ache a little. Turning to the hourglass on the ground, he found that ten hours of hourglass was almost over. Time was passing so quickly. The training of wizards made no one realize the passage of time. No wonder those wizard apprentices outside the magic tower could sit there for years. In such a magically rich environment as Abel could not feel the passage of time, and where there was less magic, the wizard apprentice would hurry to practice all the time.

Picking up the hourglass, Abel used the town transfer reel to go back to the house in Gamba City. The hourglass on the ground was only half an hour away, and he had already walked through all the hourglass that he had brought into Camp Logh. Twenty-fold more time than Abel had in his heart, which meant that he could spend twenty times more time learning knowledge than the average person, which meant he didn't know if life in Camp Logh would be reduced. The problem would only be known if he waited another two years, because he was in the process of being long, and if life in Camp Logh would be reduced by twenty times that amount of time, he would have grown up quickly as an adult.

In any event, this result has satisfied Abel twelve points, has allowed him more time to master more knowledge faster than others, and with so much magic, Camp Loger is his world alone. Think about how many more people have the opportunity to acquire a world that belongs entirely to them?

Abel decided to spend another night at Camp Rogue today, practicing for almost ten days, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no food at Camp Rogue, thinking that he had walked out of the room.

“Brother Abe, are you out?” Lorraine, playing with the black wind, saw Abel, his eyes lit and he said to Abel.

“Lorraine, I've been too busy these days to spend time with you. When I become a wizard, I'll take you home.” Abel had intended to send Lorraine home when he had the strength to defend himself when he became a knight chief, but since seeing Sam's level 5 witchcraft apprentice, his self-defense goal has been upgraded to official witchcraft, and the deeper he learns about the world, the more he feels his strength is weak, a feeling that makes him need to intensify his training in meditation and magic.

“Brother Abe, I know it's a long way home. I'll wait for you!” Lorraine looked at Abel with a smile.

When Abel heard “I'll wait for you," he shook his head and threw his thoughts away. Lorraine was just a young elf, and he didn't mean to say it.

Abel didn't notice that Roland's little face turned red and his mouth was full of laughter.

Find the butler Ken and ask Ken to prepare some easy to preserve food. As for drinking, there are many red and fruit wines that have been synthesized multiple times using Heraldic squares in Abel's space bag. Each is incredibly rich and melancholy. Ever since Abel was able to synthesize such super beautiful wines, he has not drunk anything else.

After a while, Ken found some hard bread, biscuits and other foods. Almost enough for Abel to eat for ten days. He also brought a large bucket of milk, and Abel didn't say anything when he saw it, which was Ken's good intentions.

Speaking to Ken, Abel went back to the room, locked the door, threw all the food into the newly arrived personal locker, sent the scroll through the town, and returned to Camp Loger, where the sky was the night, and I didn't know what was in the sky of the world, Abel didn't see the moon or the stars, some were just hidden lights, so that the night here wouldn't reach out to the five fingers.

Abel first took some wood and charcoal out of his space bag, which he had originally intended to use to forge weapons, but now he has a much more advanced furnace fire, which is useless, and he raises a pile of bonfires in a pond in the middle of the square, where people sit by the fire and start meditating.

Meditation practice can only be done once a day for anyone, and supplementing magic with meditation can be done more than once a day. Abel doesn't want to give up the advantage of a 20-fold time lag. By hourglass, he already knows that this Rogue camp lasts 24 hours a day the same as Abel's world, which gives him a better grasp of meditation practice once a day.

Abel calculated in his mind that a meditation exercise would take place in Camp Rogue, because the concentration of magic, one exercise, was several times in the Tower of Magic, plus twenty times the time, that is, if he had been practicing in Camp Rogue, he would have practiced dozens of times faster in the Tower of Magic, which is unlikely to happen, of course, because he would not have been able to stay in Camp Rogue, but would still be able to enter Camp Rogue from time to time to practice more than ten times faster than other trainee witches.

So Abel was calculating every meditation time, and he didn't want to waste any chance of meditation.

After meditation, the study of the 'fire bomb' spell began again, with the right finger swinging in the air, and the magic appeared in space with the 'fire bomb' pattern, each more than the previous one, each with a little progress.

Two days later, Abel discovered one thing, and it's unlikely that the milk that he put in his personal locker didn't change its taste because two days later, because the milk of this era wasn't the milk that the world used to add preservatives to, and usually just one day apart, the milk would rot and spoil, and it couldn't be consumed anymore.

Does this personal locker have the same effect as the Heradic squares, so that what is inside can be kept still for time?

Abel took out a burning piece of wood from the fire heap, put out the fire on it, threw it into the personal storage box, after practicing several ‘fire bomb' spells, then took the wood out of the personal storage box. Surely, the part on it that reflected the fire light due to the fire burning did not extinguish due to time, but also reflected the light as before it was put into the personal storage box.

God, this is a big discovery, and Abel has always had to take up the most important Heradic squares of his body every time he made the Blast Sword, so he couldn't synthesize anything else, so he had to find a way to waste it every time he didn't get a chance to use the Blast Sword.

Knowing that the Blast Sword is a powerful attack for Abel, and that there is also the most horrible means of attacking the Super Blast Sword, now that you have a personal locker to keep with you for a long time, it greatly enhances Abel's ability to attack.

Exactly because of the long practice of the 'fire’ spell and the occasional use of meditation to restore magic, his mind was a little tired, plus he had not been able to exercise his weapon for many days, which made him very uncomfortable.

Standing up, walking to the blacksmith's shop, looking at the anvil and the giant hammer on it, Abel's fingers had to shake gently.

Well, for no reason, Abel has decided to take some time to forge, which is what his physical instincts are strongly demanding of him.

Throw a piece of raw iron found in a blacksmith's shop into a fireplace beside it, and Abel began his first forge at Camp Rogue.

The strength of the earth fire was completely beyond Abel's imagination. In just a moment, the raw iron had softened. If he hadn't taken it out quickly, there might have been a joke about the raw iron being melted into the ground fire.

The pliers clamped the raw iron and felt this huge hammer in their hands, 100 pounds, imagining a female blacksmith using this hammer, whose power would make countless men blacksmiths in the Holy Land sweat.