Abe the Wizard

“Isn't that Abel?” Carlos no longer had the grief he had just expressed, pointing to Abel.

“What do I do?” asked Abel.

“Don't you have a space bag? Help us get these bodies back.” Carlos pointed at the body on the ground and said.

“Abel, don't listen to him. Space bags can't be so ruined!” Camille objected.

“Camille, it's okay, I have another space object.” Abe heard the two laughing.

“There's another one, where you get so many space objects.” Carlos jumped up and grabbed Abel's arm and asked.

“It's a trophy to fight with the teacher, I'm the only one, and the teacher seems to have two space bags.” Abel spoke heavily of the two space bags, causing Carlos' eyes to stare at each other.

Abel took out the spatial phalanx, loaded seven bodies on the ground, and Camille curiously extended her hand, placing Abel intellectually on her hand.

“This thing is disgusting!” Despite what Camille said, he looked over and over with his spatial phalanges.

“Camille, what did you say the teacher loved most?” Carlos asked suddenly on one side.

“What did you say?” Camille didn't understand for a moment.

“What do teachers like best?” Carlos' expression seriously asked again.

“How do I know that teachers have been holding red wine in their hands every day lately, as if they like red bars.” Camille said something inaccurately, then asked: “What are you asking me to do with this? ”

“No... nothing!” Carlos said somewhat unnaturally.

“Oh, I see, you're hitting the teacher's two space bags idea.” How could Camille not know what Carlos was thinking when she saw Carlos' expression and lived with him for so many years?

“No, I didn't!” Carlos argued cunningly and went on to say, "Where do you think I should go to buy the best wine? ”

“Teacher's red wine. Look at the sign. That's Goudé's red wine. You can go buy some.” Camille thought about the suggestion.

“Camille, you're looking very carefully. I'll go back and get some good wine from Château Goudé.” Carlos said excitedly.

“Cough!” Abel coughed twice, some embarrassed to say, "You're talking about Château Goudé, which is in my name. ”

“Oh, you're so rich, I know the wine from Château Goudé is in short supply, so I won't spend any money, just bring me two bottles.” Carlos stared at Abel and yelled.

Camille blocked her face with her hands and couldn't look directly at Carlos in front of her.

“Well, these two bottles of wine are for you.” Abel took two bottles of his own wine from the space bag and delivered it to Carlos.

Carlos took two bottles of wine and held them in his arms, like a space bag.

“Let's go back!” Camille looked at Carlos and turned around and said to Abel.

On the way back, Abel and Camille exchanged carving minds, and the black wind held up pressure, riding side by side with Camille's horse, while Carlos followed the horse, wondering what he was thinking.

Neither Camille's war horses nor Abel's black wind knew the way home, so although it was dark, Abel was not prepared to stay outside, but continued to drive directly back to the Magic Tower at night.

It was already the middle of the night when we arrived at the Tower of Magic. It was all dark. We got off the horseback in front of the Tower of Magic. Abe heard the whining of the black wind. It was strange. The chain of hearts connected the black wind and wondered what the black wind was complaining about.

“Wine, wine.” The black wind kept pounding.

When Abel looked back, he saw Carlos holding two empty bottles through the lights of the Magic Tower. The man had swayed, but he had not fallen under his horse.

“Carlos, how did you get the drink from the teacher, now how did you cheat on the space bag from the teacher?” Camille asked with a smile.

“What space bags, good wine, good wine!” Carlos mumbled with a silly smile raising the bottle in his hand.

“It's over. I'm sure the teacher will see that Carlos will have a tough day tomorrow.” Camille had a smile on her face even though she had finished her mouth.

Abel took Carlos off his horse and grabbed two empty bottles from him and threw them on the floor. One arm clamped him and said to Camille, "I'll take him back to his room first, and you can rest. ”

On the third floor, Abel knocked on the door, and Carlos' apprentice, Peggy, opened the door and saw Carlos in the mud, shouting, “My lord, what's going on? ”

“It's okay, it's just too much, it's too much, just let him sleep.” Abel gave Carlos in his hand to Peggy to say.

Abel was so relieved that he drank too much wine that he would never hurt himself, so he ordered Peggy to go back to his room.

Rebel wouldn't dare go into Camp Rogue here and waste another night, but meditation is indispensable.

The next morning, when Abel and Fink came to the floor, they heard Carlos' loud voice.

“Ha ha, I'm promoted, I'm promoted!” Carlos laughed and shouted in a quiet magic tower.

Camille is sitting far away on the other side of the table, focusing on breakfast on the plate.

“Abel, Fink, I'm promoted.” Carlos sees Abel and they run up and open their arms and prepare to hold them.

Abel turned around and easily avoided Carlos' hug, but Fink couldn't escape and was hugged by Carlos.

“Come on, listen to me. It's good for you.” Carlos enthusiastically took Finkla to his seat and began to talk about how to advance and how to advance quickly.

“How did Carlos get promoted overnight?” Abel asked Camille softly.

“When he woke up in the morning, he was screaming that he had drunk yesterday and woke up in the middle of the night to find that he was full of magic. He never slept again and spent the night painting the Grade 4 apprentice wizard pattern successfully.” Camille will speak out somewhat puzzlingly.

Abel is not surprised that Carlos was able to paint a fourth-level trainee wizard pattern in one night. This fourth-level trainee wizard pattern is estimated to have been studied by Carlos since he was promoted to the third level. It was so long ago that he could easily paint it. I just remember that Carlos said it would take a few months to get promoted. How can he say it was promoted?

All of a sudden, a man flashed, and the Morton Wizard appeared on the first floor, and a few people rose to salute him.

“You guys go back to your rooms.” The Morton Wizard pointed to several Wizard Apprentices and said.

After several wizard apprentices left, the Morton wizard looked down and said to Abel: "I told you, don't give away your wine. How can you forget? ”

“Yes, it's my fault, teacher.” Abel lowered his head to mistake.

“Teacher, that, that.” Carlos stood up like he didn't know how to say it.

“Carlos, speak up, swallow up like that.” The Malton Wizard scolded.

“Yes, sir, red wine was not given to you by Abel. Abel asked me to give it to you. Halfway through, I kept thinking about what kind of red wine my teacher would like. I secretly opened a bottle and tasted it. It tasted so wonderful, I couldn't help but drink it all.” Carlos spoke of yesterday in a sigh of breath, and he didn't want Abel to be scolded by his teacher because of himself.

“Do you think your qualifications are good enough to be promoted a few months in advance?” The Morton Wizard looked at Carlos coldly and asked.

“Hey, hey!” Carlos grinned with some embarrassment.

“The two bottles of red wine that Abel gave you were his secret wine, which was useful for conditioning your body. Yesterday you drank too much and your body meditated unconsciously, while red wine conditioned to convey the unmanageable forces piling up all over your body into the meditation channel. If I hadn't helped you out in time, you would have died yesterday from the power riot.” The Morton Wizard scolded Carlos.

Carlos's face suddenly grew pale and stood up to salute the Morton Wizard: "Thank you for saving my life! ”

“You will no longer mention Abel's red wine, whose utility is of great importance to the wizard's body, even to senior wizards.” The Morton Wizard looked around at the three men and said,

“Yes, sir!” Camille and Carlos were busy.