Abe the Wizard

A day later, the two dwarfs on the Golden Flight had already taken turns resting a few times and had a little rum.

After the clouds flew over the Rift Mountains and before entering the Bimonthly Forest, several dwarves negotiated with Abel to land some prey and rest in this reasonably safe place.

The location of the temporary rest is very beautiful, overlapping mountain peaks on one side, covered with a layer of bright white snow like the waves of the sea, while on the other side is the stunning forest sea, lush and dense layers, surrounded by a stream.

The Six Brothers of Bolton and the Golden Flying Cavalry took the hunting task on their own initiative, and the chief of the knight and the Golden Flying Cavalry went hunting for absolutely nothing. In a moment, three deer, two sheep, and a bison were hunted back.

The dwarves lit the bonfire, and Abel once again offered a bottle of wine for each of them, exciting several dwarves to work on and bake enough roast meat.

Abel still doesn't feel hungry, he doesn't eat the barbecue he handed over, but gives him a dark breeze that's long overdue, and it looks like the ‘anti hunger' effect he's been drinking hasn't passed.

And Lorraine was sitting next to Abel, and she rarely ate meat, even if it was very light meat, and barbecued meat could not be imported.

“Roland, drink this!” Abel took a bottle of 'anti-hunger' out of his space bag and handed it to Lorraine, he said.

“Brother Abe, is this an 'anti-hunger'? Doesn't the color look right?” ‘Anti-hunger' is not a special drug, of course Lorraine has, but she has never seen such a milky ‘anti-hunger'.

But Lorraine knew that Abel would never hurt her, and even though she had a question, she opened the cap and poured the 'anti-hunger' into the entrance without waiting for Abel to answer.

“This is the first work I learned from you after alchemy, I tried it myself and it was a success!” Abel smiled and said with some pride.

You know, Abel used the synthetic energy of the Heradic squares, but only if he had succeeded in drawing the elementary alchemist pattern in his head and mastered the alchemist's spell.

It seemed that he had a gift for the alchemist profession, had no enlightenment, had no other special help, had learned the alchemist's primary knowledge very easily, of course, and that he was a tertiary wizard and had a strong spiritual strength, and had nothing to do with having Lorraine, who dumped all his primary alchemist knowledge on his teacher in one breath.

Abel and Lorraine did not speak very loudly, but just a little bit on the back of the cloud, and several other dwarves could naturally hear it. The six Brothers of Bolton did not know about alchemy, but the two dwarf wizards, the Kipling Wizard and the Etken Wizard, knew exactly what alchemist was.

“Master Abel, are you a Level 3 wizard?” The Etken Wizard asked Abel.

“Yes, the Etken Wizard.” Abel replied.

“I just heard that you are just starting to learn alchemy, you are also a third-level wizard and you are learning alchemy. You have a one-tenth chance of success with Wizard Graphics and Alchemist Graphics. You are also willing to fight. You are admirable!” The Etken Wizard bowed slightly and sighed.

“Etken Wizard, are you saying that Wizard Graphics and Alchemist Graphics have a one-tenth chance of coexisting, and what if they don't?” Abel and Lorraine looked at each other and found that it was the first time they had heard of it, Abel asked.

“Don't you really know? If the Wizard pattern cannot coexist with the Alchemist pattern, the two prints will collide with each other, then the Wizard pattern will be destroyed and the soul will be damaged!” The Etken Wizard looked at Abel with surprise as if he was really unclear, explaining.

When Abel heard about it, the cold sweat was pouring down, and there was no culture to kill people. The Morton Wizard didn't inherit alchemy, so he didn't tell him about it.

When I thought that I seemed to draw the primary alchemy pattern at the time, there was no difficulty, I just did it step-by-step, and there was nothing wrong with it. Everything was going very well. What was the reason?

Did Abel think of 'soul medicine', a medicine synthesized from Heradic cubes, based on the soul of a hell of a creature? After some time of drinking it, the Lord's soul seemed to have little feeling, but the weak little soul can already have a simple thought, indicating that ‘soul medicine' helps the soul, perhaps it is the 'soul medicine' that made him go through the most difficult alchemist graphing process.

But no, Abel remembered the sorcerers who were selling drugs at the Karal City Wizards' Trading Office. How did they manage to have the two prints coexisting?

“Etken Wizards, have I ever seen some wizards with alchemy, how do they deal with wizard and alchemist prints?” Abel bowed down and asked.

“The human wizard should do the same as our dwarf wizard, find an apprentice with a talent of wizards, and when he first became a first-degree apprentice wizard, begin to draw the alchemist's pattern at the same time, even if it fails, just to deprive the apprentice of the opportunity to become an alchemist, and as long as he refreshes his training, he can repaint the wizard's pattern to become a first-degree apprentice wizard.” The Etken Wizard explained with a smile.

“Thank you, Etken Wizard, for confusing me!” Abe bowed down and thanked him.

The dwarves who had just won the Abbott wine were very fond of the famous master blacksmith, and the Etken wizard knew nothing about it, and indefinitely answered Abbott's questions to the best of his ability.

The sky was dark, and Bernie came to Abel and sat across from him with the rum in his hand and said to Abel, "Master Abel, drink your rum, how can I drink anything else later?" ”

Abel slanted Bernie's glance, and this was coming to knock on his rum. Although there was still a lot of rum left, the rum was a gift from his teacher, Master Robin, who was going to visit Master Bentham. In his opinion, three barrels of rum were just in hand, and only one third of the barrels were actually left for him to drink and entertain his friends.

When Abel didn't pick him up, Bernie simply said, "Master Abel, sell me ten bottles, I want to bring them to my father! ”

As Bernie pulled a piece or two of fist-sized black ore out of the cup and threw it at Abel, he laughed and said: "I'll trade this for you! ”

Abel took over the black ore and took it in his hand. It's iron! Almost immediately, he called out the name of the ore in his hand, although he had never seen it before, before he practiced the iron ore thousand hammers to one hundred and thirty rough rough rough rough rough rough, all for a goal that was getting closer and closer to the iron essence, which was the ultimate and strongest way of being iron ore.

This iron is present in nature, but the vast majority of blacksmiths will never see an iron in their lifetime, and even a master blacksmith like Abel has only heard about it from Master Bentham.

“Bernie, you traded the iron for me, I'm afraid you're going to lose!” Abel said to Bernie with a smile, playing with the iron in his hand.

At this time, Abel was able to see that Bernie's identity in front of him was much more noble than he had previously imagined, because such a large piece of iron ore was difficult not to say, the way that Bernie had just taken it out, if Bernie didn't have a piece of space equipment, how could he have pulled such a large piece of ore out of his arms!

“Master Abel was wrong, you didn't say anything wrong when you offered me free rum!” Bernie saw Abel take down the iron ore and laughed.

Abel carefully put iron in a space bag, this iron essence, etc. has time to build a better weapon, a sword at the size of this iron essence is enough.

Once again, ten bottles of rum were removed from the space bag, and Bernie had nothing to hide, putting them all directly into the space objects in his arms.

“By the way, I remember why I'm here!” Bernie, who kept the rum, was about to leave and suddenly slapped his head and said.

Abel looked at Bernie silently, came to talk to him for so long, made a deal, and it wasn't business until he left.