Abe the Wizard

“Bathory, go buy some clothes for you first!” Abel pointed to a store selling clothes and said that it was not just Bathory's clothes, but also that he had to prepare a few new clothes for his official visit to Master Robin, who was already too small because of his growing body.

The sign of this store says custom human, dwarf and elf clothing. Unexpectedly, there are shops in the dwarf city that make clothes for humans. Abel walked into this Raphael clothing store with Bathory and left the black wind in front of the store.

When the closed door was pushed open, a crisp bell rang as the door was pushed, followed by a gentle voice: "Hello, I'm Raphael, and welcome to the Raphael Clothing Store! ”

Some of Abel didn't believe in his eyes, and there was a young female elf in front of him. In such a rough dwarf city, he just walked into a shop, but the elves opened it.

“Guests, you rarely go to a dwarf city, do you?” Raphael the elf couldn't help but smile at Abel's amazing expression.

“Yes, how did you know?” Abel nodded back.

“Because the dwarves are not good at doing business, most of the shops in the city are run by humans or elves.” Raphael explained with a smile.

“Please pick a few suitable plain clothes and tuxedos for me and this lady around me, and if not, please hurry!” Abel smiled pointing at herself and said to Bathory around her.

Raphael looked up and down at Abel and swept Bathory again. When he found the robe he was wearing, he couldn't help but glow. He exclaimed: "This lady's clothes are so beautiful, I don't know which master's handwriting is. ”

Neither Abel nor Bartlett answered her question, but smiled slightly.

Raphael could see the meaning of the two and was busy shifting the subject: “This lady's clothes are all ready to be worn, she can try them on now, and I'm afraid your clothes are about to be customized! ”

Because Abel was transformed by the dragon crystal, his strength improved further, and his muscles were clearly bigger than before, so he is now wearing a loose robe, even then he can't stop the body.

“Please, how long will it take to get it?” Abe asked.

“Five days!” Raphael smiled.

“I'll double the price, I'm in a hurry, when can you do it for me?” Abel didn't want to wait too long for a few clothes, and the money was rude, he said.

“Tomorrow!” Rafael glanced softly.

“Well, pick a dress for the lady first!” Abel shook his head slightly, and it looks like money can fix everything.

“Don't think I'm greedy, I can't help it!” Rafael explained as he picked out his clothes for Bathory.

“Oh, what's going on?” Abel looked at Raphael strangely, and the elf was very young and beautiful, and it was quite capable to open a shop so far away alone, but there seemed to be a reason from her mouth.

“It's not because Master Bennett's ‘shampoo’ and ‘moisturizer' are too expensive, I'm a young elf and I don't have much wealth, so I just want to be able to earn a lot of gold before aging, buy enough ‘shampoo’ and ‘moisturizer', how happy that is!” Rafael's eyes are filled with aspirations for the future, and the message from the city of Anjoust that Master Mara has returned to what he looked like when he was young, thanks to the use of 'skin wash' and 'moisturizer', as well as the Grand Duke of Edwina.

Abel did not think that the culprit of the elves' greed was himself. He had to laugh for a while. Although he had left the elves, he did not intend to cut off the medicines provided to the elves, which would better preserve his elf identity and also a good fortune.

A woman's choice of clothes, even if she has survived for more than 10,000 years, is very critical of the choice of clothes. Firstly, it must conform to the status of housekeeper. Bathory has not forgotten her identity, and secondly, it must conform to her aesthetics, which allowed the two women to discuss together for half a day.

Abel bored out the knight's inheritance and looked until Bartholi's voice came out in his ear: "Master, I have chosen! ”

“Pick it up!” Abel stashed away the knight's heirloom and looked at the rare reddish colour on Bathory's face, seemingly shy of the exciting selection she had just made, at a time when she changed her white plain clothes and the style was not flattering.

After Abel paid, perhaps because of his generosity, Raphael was surprised when he warmly sent him and Bathory outside the door and opened it.

A row of dwarf knights in gold armor are waiting outside the door, behind these dwarf knights, a magnificent carriage.

Abel walked out the door and heard a loud voice in the carriage: "Dear Abel Master, Muya City Pufu welcomes you! ”

“It's Lord of the City!” After Raphael had finished, he covered his mouth, looked at Abel, and looked at the Dwarf in Chinese clothes coming down from the gorgeous carriage.

“Lord Pufford City, I'm just a rootless man, you're too kind!” Abel bowed back and said, although he had no Chinese clothes on him at this time, no one dared to look lighter than him at this time.

Although the roads have been blocked, making past pedestrians very inconvenient, both dwarves and humans have shown great enthusiasm when Puffle City owners say so.

“Master Abel, he did escape!” This was the reaction of a businessman from the human world who heard Abel's name.

“Master Winemaker, he's here!” This was the first reaction of the dwarves after hearing Abel's name.

Either reaction makes it clear that Abel's reputation did not diminish as he was wanted, but rather became famous for it, because his departure made every magic weapon of his kind excellent, especially the kind of unique stability shown in its actual use, and made countless knights insane in their quest for a magic weapon produced by Master Abel.

And the increase in the value of the magic weapon has further boosted Abel's reputation, which today far exceeds that of most of the old master blacksmiths.

“Master Abel, do you hear me? The wine you make is very popular with us dwarves!” The owner of Pufu City said with a big smile.

“Unfortunately, I have limited capacity and production of wine is not high!” Although the owner of Pufford City meant a little wine, Abel didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't want to stay to make wine.

“I have had the privilege of tasting the master wine you have made. It is the best wine in the world. I have prepared a special wine dish in the house knowing that Master Abel has arrived. The wine must not be as good as yours, but the dish is the best chef in the city!” The Lord of Pufford City points to the gorgeous wagon invitation lane waiting beside him.

“Master Abel, how long has it been since I've seen you? I hear you've been here!” Just as Abel hesitated to speculate on the invitation of Lord Pufford, he heard a familiar voice.

“Master Thorin, why are you here?” Abel couldn't help but rejoice at first glance. This is his teacher, Master Bentham's fellow master Thorin, who was delighted to meet acquaintances here.

“I'm here to join the Masters of Chinatown at the Blacksmith's Guild. Didn't you get notified to crack the earth basin?” Master Thorin asked strangely.

“Master Thorin, I haven't been notified. I'm here to see Master Robin!” Abe shook her head and said.

“Master Abel, on behalf of the Blacksmith's Guild, I would like to formally inform you that you are invited to join the Master of Chinatown!” Master Thorin bowed very formally.

“Master Thorin, I accept the invitation!” Abel bowed back and said.

“Master Thorin, why don't you go over to my place and have a chat? We're old friends. You always have to give us that!” The owner of Pufford City didn't say anything to Master Thorin, grabbing his arm.

“Yes, Master Abel, let's go together. The owners of Pufford City and Bensertine are also friends, speaking of a family!” Master Thorin smiled and put his arms around each other with the owner of Pufford, then turned back and said to Abel.