Abe the Wizard

“Master Abel, you're working really hard!” At the end of a knight's training, Master Thorin's voice came from the side.

“I just can't relax, I'm active!” Abel laughed and put the sword in the space bracelet.

Just then, a dwarf waiter walked in and bowed down to Master Thorin and said: "Master Thorin, a guest outside said he was going to visit Master Abel! ”

“Who needs news so soon?” Master Thorin asked the dwarf squire.

“Master Thorin, the chief of the Lester and Gerard families!” The dwarf attendant replied.

“Master Abel, the Leicester and Gerard families are a large family in Muya City and they can help you a lot if you want to stay here!” Master Thorin saw Abel's confusion, explaining.

“Master Thorin, I don't have time to waste on these things, I won't see anyone here!” Abel came out of the aristocratic circle, and he knew very well how many dwarves were waiting to visit him once such a visit had begun, even if it was not enough for him to spend all day and night on it.

“Looks like Master Abel doesn't want to stay in Muya City, and Lord Puffle's mind is in vain!” Master Thorin laughed.

“I'm not staying in Muya City, I have my own plans!” Abel smiled.

“In fact, Master Abel, you can stay in the Dwarves. The Dwarves are an inclusive race. As you can see, there are humans and elves in our city. They can all live with the Dwarves normally. You are in great trouble in the human world. Although the Blacksmiths Guild has appeared, it is also difficult to change the decision of the Wizards Guild!” Master Thorin persuaded softly.

“Master Thorin, I will return to the human world, it is only a matter of time before I become stronger!” Abel said confidently.

“I will not persuade you, if you have plans, then don't worry, you don't have to worry about these families, the true rulers of the Dwarves are the Blacksmith Guild and the Dwarf Wizard Guild, the Blacksmith Guild has always supported you, the Dwarf Wizard Guild and the Human Wizard Guild are not a system, and the Wizard Guild of the Kingdom of St. Ellis does not fully represent the Human Wizard Guild, and your title of brew master is deeply loved by all Dwarves, including those Dwarf Wizards.” Master Thorin shook his hand with a smile.

At noon, Bartoli retrieved a few custom-made costumes and gowns from the Rafael clothing store. When Abel wore the gown, it was magnificent, yet elegant and mysterious. Bartoli greatly appreciated the craftsmanship of the Rafael elf tailor in the eyes of his nobility.

Even Abel, who has little research into clothing, feels that the dress is no worse than that of the maestro of the Principality of Carmichael. No wonder people often say that elves have a natural touch to beauty. Whether it's architecture, decoration or clothing, they can bring beauty to its fullest.

Two carriages departed from the hotel in the afternoon, one with Abel and Master Thorin and Bathory, and the other with three barrels of Master Robin's wine, which he had prepared as a gift and one of the Dwarves' favorite gifts.

A short distance from Master Robin's residence, Abel had heard the sound of a hammer striking an iron block, the sound of a flame burning, and the sound of hot iron nourishing in the water, which made him seem to have returned for a while to study forging around Bentham, and those sounds were very friendly to him.

“Master Thorin!” Just walking to the door, a young dwarf dressed in a short grey suit saw Master Thorin screaming, then turned around and ran inside, yelling: “Master Thorin is here, Master Thorin is here! ”

“Master Abel, this is the teacher's youngest apprentice, Ceci, and you're laughing!” Master Thorin was deeply disrespectful to Ceci's behavior, some helpless explaining with a smile to Abel.

“Son of a bitch, I told you, don't be rough, you'll never be a good blacksmith!” A rough voice came and saw only a dwarf with a white beard and a thick body following Ceci, who could not help but teach him a lesson, while Ceci led the way forward and made a ghost face.

“Master Abe, the teacher's temper is much better now. He used to do it directly!” Master Thorin turned to speak softly to Abel.

“Thorin, I knew I'd come back to see this old man. I thought we'd wait till the master's party!” Master Robin held Master Thorin's shoulder in front of him and slapped him so hard that Abel seemed to hear the beat of iron.

“Teacher, be gentle, your body is still so stiff!” Master Thorin said as he retracted his shoulders.

“Haha, of course, I am the most forged age right now, and I will not stop my hammer without building a hereditary piece of equipment!” Master Robin smiled and let go of Master Thorin.

“Who are these two?” Master Robin recovered from the joy of meeting his disciples and saw Abel and Bartoli next to Master Thorin ask.

“I am Master Bentham's apprentice. My name is Abel. Harry, I'm here to see you on behalf of Master Bentham!” Abel bowed down and bowed in courtesy.

“Bentham is a master, of those apprentices, he is the hardest one, unfortunately not talented enough, his master is just what the people around him call him, can't be a master!” Master Robin heard Bentham's name and thought about it, shook his head and said.

If anyone else were to say that, Abel would have clashed with Master Bentham, but the dwarf elderly man in front of him was in the best position to say so, because both Master Bentham and Abel's own forging skills stemmed from this old man.

“By the way, your name is Abel. Harry!” Master Robin suddenly thought of something and looked at Abel with surprise and said, "Master Abel? ”

Master Robin looked at Master Thorin and saw Master Thorin nodding to him. He couldn't help but laugh: "Come in, Thorin. Why didn't you tell me Master Abel was here? ”

“Master Robin, please call me Abel. I'm still your next generation disciple!” Abel advanced Master Robin, he said.

“Regardless of Bentham, we are still living together for life, the tradition of the Blacksmiths' Guild, as long as we are not disciples, as long as we become masters are equal!” Master Robin went into the courtyard with everyone, and he couldn't help but laugh happily when he heard Abel, because in any case, as long as Aberken said that, the master blacksmith was already a blacksmith in his department.

“Master Robin, this is my butler Bartlett, and I brought you a little gift back there!” Abel introduced Bartlett's identity again and pointed to the wagon behind him with three barrels of master liquor, he said.

Master Robin heard the gift in front of him. Another identity of Abel is the most famous master brewer of the Dwarves. The master brewer is highly sought after by the Dwarves in the Dwarves. Although Master Robin has not drunk it, he has been famous for a long time. Now he can't help but rejoice in seeing the drums.

“Guys, stop. Come here.” As soon as Master Robin entered the yard, he shouted, and several dwarves forging in front of an open-air blacksmith's shop stopped what was in their hands, knowing very well that Master Robin would not have let them stop forging if it had not been particularly important.

“You are lucky to have two master blacksmiths today, one master Thorin, who you are very familiar with, and one master Abel!” Master Robin introduced.

Master Thorin visits the teacher once or twice a year, so he is a regular visitor here, but Master Abel is the legendary master of blacksmiths with the closest legendary abilities to the master, and several dwarf blacksmiths curiously gauge the young human being who is smiling with them.

“Get three barrels of wine in the back of the car to my room!” Master Robin shouted again.

This is probably the most important reason he asked his disciples to stop the forge in their hands. Master Robin led the three of them to the lobby. Halfway through, he didn't feel comfortable looking back and shouting: “Be careful, if you touch me, I'll peel your skin! ”