Abe the Wizard

“Your Eminence, I am telling the truth.” Abe saw some disbelief in the middle-aged wizard, afraid that the wizard's lord would blame Sam for his apprenticeship. The wizard hurried on and explained: “I just entered the Evelyn Magic Tower four days ago. ”

“Did you really learn the firebomb spell in just four days?” Abel said it was a good inquiry, and the middle-aged wizard didn't think he'd cheat on himself and had some surprises in his speech.

It seemed like something came to mind, and the middle-aged wizard went, "You haven't met Evelyn yet, have you? ”

Middle-aged wizards remember that in recent days Evelyn wizards were not in the magic tower, but had been running away.

“Yes.” Abel felt relieved when he saw that middle-aged wizards no longer seemed to be pursuing their use of magic in the city. The middle-aged wizards in front of him were putting too much pressure on him.

“You show me again with a 'flare’.” The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel and said.

“Your Eminence, here?” Abel looked around, and the middle-aged wizard told him that magic was forbidden in the city.

“Yes, right here.” Seeing Abel's confusion, the middle-aged wizard laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if I'm here to do magic.

“Yes, Your Excellency.” Abel's heart is spitting in the dark, and the middle-aged wizard just got into trouble with him for it, and now he's asking himself to violate the rules again.

Like feeling Abel's spit in his heart, the middle-aged wizard's repression reached Abel again and said, "Hurry up! ”

Abel was pressed down, almost unconsciously reaching out his finger, instantly drawing a 'firebomb' spell pattern in front of him, and then the spell pattern burned and turned into a fireball flying towards a large tree beside him.

In the "Boom!” sound, the tree, which was decades old, was hit by a fireball, and the trunk of the tree was instantly struck out of a depression by a fireball and started to burn.

Abel knew that he had made a mistake when the 'flare' went off and should have chosen to fire it manually first, but by then the 'flare’ had been fired.

The middle-aged wizard stared at Abel and could instantly fire a 'flare' spell in four days. Even if this is the lowest basic spell in the entire spell system, it is unlikely that it will happen. He slowly presented a surprise in his eyes. This genius is a genius that no one has discovered yet. He should have received his own magic tower sooner. He didn't realize that he could hardly come up with a magic tower, and this kind of good thing would have happened when he came out.

“Did you just not read the spell?” The middle-aged wizard thought of a question and looked at Abel with a puzzling look.

“Yes, Your Excellency.” Abel thought about it and went on to say, "Because the spell is in the Higher Elf Language, which I've learned before, I just have to meditate in my heart. ”

When Abel saw that a middle-aged wizard had just used magic to blow up his own firebomb, he didn't say a spell, and he didn't think it was particularly powerful, and he couldn't expose the existence of the Heradic squares, so he explained.

The middle-aged wizard shook his head and looked sharply at Abel and said, "Son, don't lie to me. I've never heard of anyone in the human race who can master the Higher Elf Language. ”

Abel had just begun to think that a middle-aged wizard had discovered something wrong in his speech, but he could not help but relieve himself when asked about the High Elf Language.

“Distinguished Sir, I do master the High Elf Language.” Abel spoke in Higher Elf Language.

Although the middle-aged wizard could not understand what Abel was saying, he had been exposed to the spell for many years. The words in the same language could still be distinguished. The doubts were lifted and a satisfactory smile appeared on his face.

“Son, what's your name?” The middle-aged wizard asked with a smile.

“My name is Abel, Abel. Harry." Abel replied.

“Abel? Seems to have heard the name.” I don't really care much about anything other than witches. I didn't think about it for a second. "My name is Morton. Tomorrow you come to the Morton Magic Tower, and I'll be waiting for you there. ”

When Abel heard the name "Morton," he was in shock. Although not many people said it, Abel saw respect and awe in the face of everyone who said it. This is the most powerful wizard in the Principality of Kameh, an intermediate wizard of the eleventh grade, located at the highest of the three magic towers.

Emotions of joy, excitement, excitement, etc. began to rise in Abel's heart, but he remembered that he was now a wizard apprentice of Sam's apprenticeship in the Evelyn Magic Tower. Is it appropriate to leave the Evelyn Magic Tower like this?

“Distinguished Morton Wizard, although I am passionate about the Morton Wizard Tower, I would like to begin by explaining everything to Sam as a trainee wizard, who can only go to your Wizard Tower with his permission.” Abel said with a little chirp.

“Oh, of course, Evelyn's there. I'll say it. You just talk to Sam, the trainee wizard, and he'll let you go.” Morton Wizards don't believe Sam trainees who dare to block his invitations.

“Is this your place?” The Morton Wizard only then noticed the surrounding environment asking.

“Distinguished Morton Wizard, yes, this is my temporary residence in Gamba City.” Abel replied.

“Not bad, seeing as you live here shows that your family is doing well financially, which is good for your witch training.” The Morton Wizard looked at the luxury room and said.

“I'm sorry, I forgot to invite you in. Please come in and rest.” Abel gave a gift, but it was a bit of a laugh to do it in armor.

Thought the Morton Wizard standing in the window wouldn't come in. The big man in this capacity could not be invited, and Abel was just being polite.

Who knew that the shadow of the Morton Wizard had stood in the house and smiled at Abel and said, “It is rare that you have invited me so sincerely that I should come in and sit down. ”

Abel hurried ahead and led the Malton wizard to the living room, where the butler appeared, "Master, what can I do for you? ”

“Bring me a bottle of wine from my room and prepare some refreshments.” Abel turns around and looks at the Morton Wizard and asks, “Will you look at this? ”

“It's okay, it's your call.” The Morton Wizard looked with interest at the layout in the room.

The mansion was obtained from the royal family, and the interior is the finest, whether it's a sitting leather sofa or a painting on the wall, small enough to have a cup, all of which the nobleman can possess.

The Morton Wizard couldn't help but think that this was a particularly wealthy aristocratic disciple to be charged, so as to save him from running around for money in the future.

After a while, Ken served some snacks with several servants, although without the sophistication that the Magic Tower was prepared for, it was kind of mindful.

Ken opened the wine and placed it on the decanter and looked at Abel and asked, "Master, is this wine drinking now or later? ”

“Go straight up, don't wake up.” Abel had not spoken yet, and the Morton Wizard spoke directly to Ken.

Ken also sees how noble today's Guests are, and although he doesn't know where they're coming from, Abel's attitude has explained everything, and rarely sees the owner treating them that way.

“Yes, sir.” Ken poured wine for the two of them and bowed down.

“You have a good life. Why are you a wizard?” The Morton Wizard raised the glass and asked.

“Because of life, Morton Wizards, since I heard that wizards can live up to 300 years, have made up their minds to become a wizard.” Abel won't give a reason to open the town roll, but life expectancy is one of the important reasons why he chose to become a wizard.

“Haha, it is true that many young people choose wizards because of this, but most of them do so because of the demands of their families, and very few young people like you start worrying about life.” The Malton Wizard smiled lightly at the wine.

“Hmm?” The Malton wizard suddenly stopped and sniffed the wine with his nose, sipping it again and slowly tasting it in his mouth.

Abel did not speak, and it was through his synthesis that the Morton Wizard drank red wine, a noble guest who of course entertained him with his best.

“Is there any more of this wine?” The Morton Wizard asked, not at all embarrassed, and asked directly.

“Of course, I have a few more bottles in my room and if you like, I'll have them delivered.” Abel sees that the Malton Wizard has a particular preference for red wine.