Abe the Wizard

His Royal Highness Leander George has a tight eye and, as an important member of the royal family, of course he knows who that sign stands for, the Principality's guardian witch and the Magic Tower identity card of the Principality's strongest guardian witch, Morton's intermediate wizard.

How could Abel have an identity card for the Malton Magic Tower, and according to information given by the Royal Intelligence System, Abel should be an apprentice to the Wizards in the Evelyn Magic Tower?

If that were the case, then the original reparations would have changed. His Royal Highness King Leander George did not care how much the reparations would have been. The key was to have a closer relationship with the Morton Wizard, which would have helped to strengthen his standing. If the Morton Wizard had appeared and supported him, he would not have had to take so many guards out.

“Dear Baron Abel, there have been some minor changes in the matter of reparations!” His Royal Highness Leander George smiled and said to Abel.

Abel frowned lightly. Is it true that His Royal Highness the Great Prince is here to reduce compensation, and that the Principality is already so poor?

“Here's the thing, I don't think it's too good to plan to compensate you for a manor, and I'm going to compensate you for Goudé to express the Crown's apologies to you!” His Royal Highness Leander George continued.

Abel has of course heard of Château Goudé, also famous throughout the Principality of Carmichael, one of the finest wineries in the Principality, and produces many collections of Goudé wines at Abel's Triumph Boulevard residence.

“Your Highness, you are so generous!” Abe expressed her sincere gratitude.

“As long as you are satisfied, dear Baron Abel!” His Royal Highness Leander George saw the laughter on Abel's face, knowing that the reparations were well received by the other party, although the reparations far exceeded the original ones.

“Then in the presence of the Goddess of Justice and Order, there will be no more contradictions between us, may we be friends!” His Royal Highness Leander George looked at Abel with his right hand extended forward and turned again to the two magistrates.

“Your Royal Highness, there is no more contradiction between us, and I will be honored to be your friend!” Abel also extended his right hand forward and his right arm crossed in the air, touching each other.

“Under the justice of the Goddess of Justice and Order, the ritual was founded!” One of the magistrates spoke softly.

This ceremony of reparation before the goddess of justice and order is a highly accepted way of resolving contradictions between them, and after the ceremony, neither side can bring up the previous resentment.

“I will no longer be with you, dear Baron Abel!” His Royal Highness Leander George said goodbye when he saw that the matter had been settled and with Abel's understanding.

“Congratulations, Your Royal Highness!” Abel gave a farewell salute.

His Royal Highness Leander George left, but the middle-aged man who led Abel stayed, followed by his handover with Ken, who changed owners in a minute.

Ignoring the handover between Ken and the middle-aged, it would be a joke for Abel, a nobleman, to attend, and he turned to the familiar referee and asked, "Has the Benson family reparations come? ”

“Yes, Baron Abel! After yesterday's incident, the Benson family will deliver the compensation!” The magistrate smiled and said that, at this moment, after seeing how courteous the Knight Chief and His Royal Highness Leander George were to Abel, there were countless guesses in his mind, but one thing was certain, no matter what the guesswork, was that the identity of the Abbot had been a source of great concern to His Highness Leander George.

“Well, let's get this over with today!” Abel was very pleased with what Benson had done and smiled.

“Okay, I'm putting someone in charge with your butler!” The referee replied.

Abel stood for a while, waiting for Ken to finish the handover, and the waiter from the Arbitration Tribunal of the Nobility sent a cup of coffee.

Abel reckoned in his heart that he already had two estates in Gamba City, two shops on Tianjing Avenue, a mansion on Triumph Avenue and Goudé, so that he was now a wealthy nobleman in Gamba City.

“Lorraine, it's been a while since you waited.” Abel said with some regret to Lorraine that he thought it would just be a handover and that it had taken some time with His Highness Leander George to keep Lorraine waiting alone in the car.

“Brother Abe, not for long!” Lorraine's face was filled with laughter, but in her heart she loved the feeling of waiting, and being able to come out with Abel had satisfied her twelve points.

“Now let's go buy lots and lots of nice clothes.” Abel laughed exaggerated.

“That's a lot of gold, isn't it?” Lorraine said something for Abel's sake.

“You know, I just got a lot of gold coins, how could Lorraine not share some with me!” Abel grinned and rubbed his hand against Lorraine's head.

Unhappy that Abel rubbed his hair, Lorraine shook her head out of the way and her little face was full of happiness.

“This is it!” Abel is not very good at women's clothing, and so is Ken, but when Ken arrives in Gamba City, he already has a detailed understanding of the city, which is the basic ability of a professional butler who quickly finds the most famous women's clothing store.

“Buy some clothes first, then go home and ask the famous master to customize it for Lorraine!” Although Abel and Ken were aristocrats, the standard of living in the cities they lived in before was not high. Arriving in the first city of the Principality, they always felt a little uncomfortable. There were no tailors, and customized clothes didn't know where to go, so Abel demanded that Ken, and only Ken had time to find them.

Walking into the best women's clothing store on Tianjing Avenue, Abel discovered that it was very similar to the women's clothing store of previous generations, and several beautiful and expensive women's dresses, slim clothes, and some women's underwear were all displayed on the hangers of the store.

“Distinguished Guest, can I help you?” A beautiful waitress bowed down to salute.

“You take my sister to pick some clothes, all types!” Abel doesn't study women's clothes, and Lorraine is too young to let professionals choose.

“Yes, distinguished guest!” The waitress's eyes lit up, and all she could ask for was a luxurious guest, and a professional smile was more pleasant, "she continued.“ You can rest there for a while. ”

Because it was with Lorraine to buy clothes, Abe Jean-Can and the escorts stayed outside, and Abe followed the waitress's finger, where there was a special lounge for the men, where they could taste drinks and wait for their date.

“Your considerations are very thoughtful.” Abel smiled and exclaimed, indeed, the service was only available in a few stores, even in the original world.

I ordered a cup of juice, and Abel sat in the chair with the juice in his hand, looking bored and waiting for Lorraine.

The door of the women's clothing store was opened violently and walked into a group of guards, headed by a senior knight, who took a look around and looked at Abel and the few people sitting there, presumably without seeing a particularly identifiable aristocrat, shouting disdainfully: “The distinguished Lady Daisy will use this shop and ask everyone to leave! ”

“Who's so arrogant?” A young Chinese man whispered and muttered.

“Lady Dixie, the mistress of Her Royal Highness the Grand Prince, you can't piss it off. Let's go.” Another Chinese man persuaded.

“My god, what a disgrace!” Despite this remark, the young man in Chinese clothing stood up to take his date away.

Abel shook his head and a great prince's mistress could travel so far in the city of Gbarba that even a few people who were clearly aristocrats dared to exit.

“Brother Abe, how about these pieces?” Lorraine and the waitress came over with some clothes.

“As long as Lorraine is satisfied, wrap it up and let's get out of here!” Abel doesn't want any trouble. One more thing is worse than one less thing, and no one here knows who he is or loses his decency.

“Thank you, Brother Abel!” Lorraine smiled and took a few clothes and told the waitress to wrap them up and take them away.