Abe the Wizard

“My lord, are you this?” Fink was jealously looking at the hot air conditioning vent and trying to figure out how to get the heat out. He was shocked by this sudden spell, thinking that he had been attacked and looked around and asked.

“Nothing, I'm practicing magic.” Abel took the knife out of the space bag and the jade stone and explained.

Fink is not an idiot, there was no spell, no gesture, the direct appearance of "Ice Sealed Armor" is definitely not ordinary ability, but he is now Abel's person, it is better to keep this apprentice's position for a long time, or keep his mouth shut as a bottle.

The next time, Fink looked at Abel carefully engraved the jade in his hand, suddenly leaving deep marks on the jade, sometimes accidentally pointing the knife at the finger, but never wounding the finger, always stopping at the moment to cut the finger.

But Fink has come up with a pattern, and every seven minutes Abel inspires the Ice Armor spell, and it all comes out of nowhere.

Abel's basic training in engraving is slow due to the influence of weak little souls, but the senior knight's perception of danger has helped him a lot. For distraction reasons, several engraving knives are about to touch his fingers, but the senior knight's perception of danger is stopped in a timely manner.

Located in the best position on Tianjing Avenue, the Golden Bank of the Holy Continent is constructed of the most snowy giant rocks, each rock is smoothly polished and mirrored, making the Golden Bank of the Holy Continent's Gunma City section distinguishable from the rest of the building.

Abel and Fink got off the wagon in front of the Golden Bank of the Holy Land, and Abel was about to take a snowy step up the stairs and suddenly became distracted again. If Fink hadn't helped him up in time, he feared he would have done the same in front of the Golden Bank of the Holy Land, in front of the city of Gomba.

“My lord, magic and fighting are not allowed in the Golden Bank of the Holy Continent.” Fink warned softly.

“Is that the rule?” At this time, Abel thought, "Fortunately, it was in the trunk. No one saw him do it. It was also forbidden to use spells in Gamba City.

Thinking about it, Abel stopped using the "Ice Sealing Armor" spell through his weak little soul, but didn't stop counting down to seven minutes. He thought that only in daytime magic towers and cities, where there was no danger whatsoever, could he practice the dual use. If he entered Camp Rogue, especially in the wild, the danger was everywhere, he couldn't practice the dual use, so he didn't want to stop practicing for a moment.

“Fink, get in there!” Abel glanced over and waited for his fink to say.

There are many similarities between the interior of the Golden Bank of the Holy Continent and the modern bank. A large counter made of black mirrored marble separates the interior work area of the Golden Bank from the exterior waiting area. The people who handle the gold coin business sit in the waiting area and wait for the call of the waiter.

Abel looked around novelly, much more advanced than he thought, and much prettier. Though it was just a division, there were images of the Goddess of Wealth and some legendary stories carved all over the wall, making the whole of Golden Bank look particularly solemn and solemn, and as soon as he entered it, he couldn't help but soften his mood and lower his voice.

A golden bank worker in a white waiter's suit politely gave a gift, some hesitantly measured two people, seemed unsure which of them to ask, and finally said to Fink: "Hello sir, can I help you? ”

Abel and Fink are wearing grey capes, except Abel's capes are made of cotton cloth, and Fink, fearing cold wool capes, makes the waiter better dressed and richer looking Fink thinks he's the lead man.

Fink glanced back at Abel and saw that he didn't care. He turned back and said to the waiter: "Please take us to collect the Wizard's offering! ”

The waiter's body was stiff and his voice trembled slightly: "Follow me, please! ”

Seeing as the waiter, the wizard's reputation outside was still frightening, and Abel's heart hinted that the man had followed the waiter through the wide staircase on the left side of the lobby to the second floor.

“Be careful, my lord!” Fink followed Abel somewhat uncomfortably to help him at any time.

“Nothing!” Abel waved, watching more under his feet, safely reaching the second floor.

“This is the VIP lounge, please wait and I will ask the financier to come and serve you!” At this time, the waiter had learned that he had just mistaken the man in charge and respectfully saluted Abel.

“It doesn't matter, we just need a break!” Abel smiled.

After watching the waiter bow down, Abel turned back to Fink and said, “I didn't expect the gold bank to be so spectacular! ”

Spectacular is Abel's first impression of the Golden Bank of the Holy Continent, whether it's the white mirrored walls on the outside or the embossed interior, at least in his view this is the most gorgeous part of the city, apart from the temple.

“My lord, the Gold Bank of the Holy Continent is the only Gold Bank in every mega-city. After centuries of continuous improvement, the branch of the city of Gbarbarbard becomes like this. It belongs to the Alliance of Continental Chambers of Commerce as one of the most powerful organizations in the human world.” Fink said softly.

At this time, the waiter who served on the side had already served coffee, which made Abel wonder how considerate the service was. Think about the past life when the bank had taken money. When it was not a neckline queue, he wanted to drink only himself to buy it. However, he had not entered the VIP area in that year, and did not know that the service there was also extremely complete.

Thinking about things, Abel had to shake the coffee in his hand and pour some coffee on the table.

“My lord, are you all right?” Fink hastily asked how strange Abel was on the road and seemed to be having some kind of affair, often with surprises.

“Pfft!” A woman couldn't help laughing.

Abel turned around and just as the woman turned around, she was wearing expensive gown. On such a cold day, she was just wearing an extra fur coat. He knew the woman who was the mistress of King Leander, Mrs. Daisy.

“Hello, Baron Abbott!” Lady Dixie had no idea that the person she had just laughed at was Abel, some panicked and kneeled for a ladies' salute, and she remembered the day her senior knight escort was killed by the young baron in front of her.

Abel and Lady Dixie were not familiar, so they did not speak, but bowed for a moment.

But the young man next to Lady Daisy caught Abel's attention. The young man was pale and wearing a broad leather robe with a dense and numb pattern on it. For ordinary people, it was just a few decorations, but Abel understood that they were all formative patterns. Although he didn't know what they were, it was the first time he saw someone painting them on his clothes.

Abel, although not of a high wizard rank, was strong enough to clearly perceive that the young man was not an official wizard, and to analyze the perceived situation was not much different from Carlos' rank, presumably around the third level of apprenticeship wizard.

Seeing Abel staring at himself, the young man nodded to Abel with a smile on his face, and gave a wizard ceremony on his chest. It seemed that the other party also saw Abel's identity, but it was also very good to guess that in the city he could dress like Abel and Fink and enter the VIP room, except the clergyman was probably a low-level wizard.

Abel politely returned a courtesy of a wizard. Although the young wizard across the street behaved very politely, he was able to perceive that the young wizard was not as gentle as he had shown, as if he was somewhat averse to Mrs. Daisy's recent offer to greet him.

But Abel didn't care. He was just proud that since he became a senior knight, the rise in perception could better understand each other's hidden emotions, which greatly benefited his future interactions with people. At this time, he couldn't help but think a lot. At this time, such as the previous knights' proactive engagement with him, he thought that it should be first that his truth exchanged with the other's affirmation, so he became a friend.

“Who's that?” The young wizard whispered to Lady Daisy beside him.

“He is Baron Abbott, a very powerful man in the Principality!” Lady Dixie doesn't know much about Abel, and her guess is that even the king's comity should be very powerful.