Abe the Wizard

“Believe it or not, I'm not going to remove the camouflage here!” Abel glanced at Bernie and took a bottle of rum out of the package and threw it over.

Bernie grabbed the bottle with his hands and feet, looking at the incredibly familiar crystal bottle, and feared that only Abel would luxuriously fill it with this crystal bottle, which of course made the whole Dwarf craziness worthy of it.

“Or the original smell!” Bernie opened the box, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and his beard was covered with wine stains.

The Six Brothers looked at Bernie's mustache with a heartbroken look. If Bernie wasn't their young master, they would have beaten him to death for wasting this master's wine.

“Stop it, it's Abel!” Bernie waved.

Boston chuckled and jumped down the giant transhill armor and went up to Abel to salute him: "Master Abel, I'm so sorry just now! ”

“It's okay, it's okay!” Abel also jumped off the black wind and laughed with courtesy of Boston.

“By the way, Bernie, you haven't answered. Why did you come to Anjoust City?” Abel greeted the six Brothers and looked back at Bernie and asked.

“Master Abe, you didn't do this to me. I've been looking for you so hard!” Bernie heard Abel's problem and couldn't help but pour another sip of wine.

Bernie has been out for some time now, he has been staying here with the elves, nominally to resume trade with the elves, in fact trade with the elves is almost normal, the real reason he has been relying on the rum that Abel gave him, that is, what the dwarves call the master wine, is gone, even he has not had his own drink, and he cannot fault any of the big men who seek wine.

To find Abel, he sent all the men he could, and he never heard from even Lorraine behind Abel. Of course, nobody would think of the second daughter of the Grand Duke of Edwina. The Duchess of Lorraine was following Lorraine, the elf behind Abel. Although Lorraine disappeared, the Grand Duke's office had been searching in secret for such shame.

Now Abel was right in front of him, and he had this feeling that Titan was taking care of him, and he couldn't help but hold Abel and cry.

“Bernie, what do you want from me?” Abel looked at a Bernie who had found her loved ones and asked strangely.

“Master Abel, help!” Bernie stopped holding on, screaming with an anxious voice holding Abel's arm.

“Bernie, I'm an elf now, you're a dwarf, we're not that familiar!” Abel smiled and looked at some weird Bernie and said.

“Master Abel, can I get you some wine, if you want, as long as I can afford it!” Bernie begged.

“First of all, you should change your name. I'm Bennett the Elf. Stop calling me Abel. Few people here know who I am but you!” Abel patted his hand gently and snapped Bernie's arm open, "he said.

“Bennett! That's a familiar name!” Bernie gently repeated the name and saw the Alchemist medal on Abel's chest, incredibly pointing to Abel: “You are Master Bennett! ”

Bernie patted himself in the head with his hand and said annoyingly: “How could I not have thought that Master Abel had disappeared and Master Bennett had appeared, capable of producing that kind of wine? Of course, the alchemy level was not low, and it was natural to become an alchemist. ”

In the eyes of the dwarf, it seems that, as long as it produces unparalleled wines, it is entirely unreasonable to make other medicines, because there is little demand for medicines from the dwarf, and the need for wine is unlimited.

“Call me Bennett later, I don't have the wine you want right now, if you really want to take some more rum to my house, I'll make you a batch!” Although Abel doesn't understand the way dwarves think, Bernie has always been nice to him and can still help.

“Really, I knew you were still the one...” Bernie was about to say his name and suddenly thought of what Abel had just said and it stuck.

Abel looked at Bernie's embarrassment and laughed, and Bernie laughed, and the six Brothers felt like they were back in the old days fighting together, living together, laughing.

“Master Bennett, would you like a magic stone or an ore?” Bernie was warm in his heart, and Abel promised him the rum without saying a word, knowing that the rum would greatly entrench his position among the Dwarves, and of course he would not let Abel suffer, he asked.

“Bernie, can you get the Meteor?” Abel doesn't care about the rest of the ore. As his status gradually improves, he doesn't worry much about much anymore. Neither the Blacksmith's Guild nor the Alchemist's Guild can help him buy it, but unlike meteorites, only the Dwarves will collect this mineral falling from the sky, and the collection elsewhere is small.

“There may not be too many meteorites, as you mentioned, I will definitely find a way!” Bernie patted himself on the chest and said that getting some meteorites in his capacity was not a problem, but it was hard to tell in quantity.

“Send it to my house. I usually practice it in my house.” Abel nodded with a smile.

Meteor is probably just the finest piece of equipment for the rest of us, but for Abel, it's his biggest killer, and with enough Meteor, he can create enough Super Bombs.

“Master Bennett, it's a deal. I'm going to your house tomorrow!” Bernie exclaimed excitedly that he was eager to buy as much rum as he could at the moment. Unfortunately, the Pokémon didn't have any rum on their side, so he had to buy it from the Dwarves and send it to the Pokémon, but with more space bags, it wouldn't take long to get there directly.

Just as Bernie thought about it, Abel waved to Bernie and the six Borden brothers and said, "I'm leaving first, see you next time! ”

As Abel jumped on the back of the black wind, the black wind accelerated sharply, turning into a black lightning bolt disappearing in front of several people.

“The black wind is faster!” Bernie said with envy that the wolf was the best rider on land, and the black wind was the top of the list, much faster than it had just been.

Boston took a sigh of relief, and just now in front of Abel, a knight like him felt somewhat suppressed. The knight's inspiration told him that it was not an elf in front of him, but a terrible beast. At this time, Abel's departure made him relaxed.

“Master Abel is even scarier, and if we did, we might all stay here!” Boston whispered with emotion.

“No way, why don't I feel it?” Bernie looked at Boston with some scepticism and asked, "The first impression that Abbott gave him was that he was brotherly enough to help them escape in the most dangerous of times, and the second was that he was capable of creating a terrible explosion, that Bernie did not deny Abbott's genius in strength, and that he was the most terrible genius, but that he could not allow a knight like Boston to say that, you know, the strength of the Boston Six brothers together is more than a dozen knights long enough.

Boss Bolton could not explain his perception of inspiration to Bernie, who was not the chief knight, but he trusted his own consciousness, and exclaimed in his heart that he might only be able to watch Master Abel go forward in the future!

The black wind jumped up vigorously after about ten minutes of running, and then disappeared into the air. This is the cloud of white to pick up Abel. Sitting on the cloud of white, Abel's heart widened immediately. It seemed that everything was no longer important. After that, he sat on the cloud of white to travel the whole Holy Land.

At the top of a mountain, the cloud falls, and as soon as it stops on the ground, it constantly blames the master for not seeing him for so long, and Abel can only comfort him gently in the chain of souls.

White Cloud has grown because ‘Soul Medicine' has embarked on a completely different path from its kind, and that shield with invisibility has made it a Grade Spirit Beast, possibly the first heavenly sparrow ever to become a Grade Spirit Beast, and is continuing on an unknown growth path.