Abe the Wizard

When senior Edwin wizards came with senior Anthem wizards, I didn't think they would be uncomfortable with the four senior wizards in Liant City because of the gift issues, but they didn't have much to do with each other, nor did they have much exchange of interests, so I didn't care.

At that time, senior Nigel wizard had learned that the parchment in Abel's hands was a revocation of the wanted instrument, and he could not help but regret it for a moment. If he had known that, he should have communicated directly with Abel in person at the beginning, at a time when Abel urgently needed points, perhaps the staff had been made.

And what price can Abel pay to make a staff for him now? He doesn't have much certainty anymore. Points are no longer a problem for Abel. The speed at which Abel earns points makes everyone who knows what's going on.

But no one dares to touch Abel's interests, even more so after this party.

“The Chancellor of the Kingdom of St. Pould, the Duke of St. Stephen, the Archie Mid-level Wizard, is here!” The voice of the Alkwen housekeeper came and stunned everyone in the room.

The arrival of the Archie intermediate wizard was well understood, and Albert sent him an invitation to thank him for his work in dealing with Abel's dining alliance.

But the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of St. Pould, the Duke of St. St. Pould, is a very noble status. This is the Prime Minister of the Empire, the first person under the Emperor, especially in the Kingdom of St. Pould. The Emperor does not ask much questions. The biggest hobby is to have fun, the power is in the hands of the Duke of St. Pould, and he is also the emperor's own uncle.

It is very rare that such a powerful figure from the Kingdom of St. Pould should also come to Abel's banquet, especially without an invitation.

“Master Abel, I bring greetings from His Majesty the Emperor of the Kingdom of St. Pould, and may our friendship last!” The Duke of Sturton bowed to Abel and said that his smile was very approachable and seemed nothing like a prime minister with the power of a great empire.

“Duke of Sturton, please bring back my sincere thanks to His Majesty Emperor Manfred of the Kingdom of St. Pould and thank you for coming to this dinner!” Abel bowed back and said.

“Master Abel, I had no idea you were so young!” The Duke of Sturton smiled and approached Abel, leaving the two at a very subtle distance, which would be disgusting, and farther away, which would make people feel alienated, "he said.

The Archie intermediate wizard, who came with the Duke of St. Paul, was a few steps behind as if he had no presence. He had no intention of taking the head of the Duke of St. Paul at all. Although the Duke of St. Paul had no great force, his identity was very noble in the Kingdom of St. Paul and he was of royal descent, which was incomparable with his royal branch.

“Duke of Sturton, for a blacksmith, youth is not a good thing and will not be trusted!” Abel joked that everyone knew that being a master of blacksmiths, even the most powerful blacksmiths on the Holy Land, even if they were younger, would not be trusted.

“Master Abel, I hear you are not comfortable in the Kingdom of St. Ellis, and if you want to change the environment, our Kingdom of St. Pould has prepared a rich enclosure and earl for you, and your magic tower will be built by the Empire!” The Duke of Sturton did not chat any more, but simply said what he meant today.

The Duke of Sturton is here today to dig, and he comes with enough attraction to bring Abel back to the Kingdom of St. Pould, where he has sufficient standing to represent the sincerity of the Empire and has expressed enough goodwill in previous reparations.

The Duke of Sturton's voice was not small, and senior Edwin and Anthem wizards heard that the faces of the two senior wizards had changed, which was clearly a naked robbery.

“Duke of St. Ellis, Master Abel is from our kingdom of St. Ellis. You are acting inappropriately!” The senior Edwin wizard bowed down and said he was very polite, but very angry in his words.

“My god, Master Abel, is a man of the Kingdom of St. Ellis? I really don't know, I just remember that Master Abel escaped after being wanted by the St. Ellis Wizards Guild, which is why I invited him!” The Duke of Sturton said with an innocent face.

“We have dropped the wanted list for Master Abel, and it is too late to get your message!” Edwin's senior wizard mocked.

“I am aware that the Kingdom of Saint Ellis has agreed that the Duchy of Carmichael has cut off the title of Master Abel, and I hear it is also the power of your sorcerer's guild!” The Duke of Sturton was ironic.

Just as Abel, the master, couldn't watch enough to prepare himself for persuasion, the voice of the Archwen housekeeper came at the door: "The Duke of Ernest, the Kingdom of Saint Ellis, has arrived! ”

Abel is not familiar with the Kingdom of St. Ellis. He does not know who the Duke of Ernest is, but being a Duke should be an important figure in the Kingdom of St. Ellis.

“Abel, the Duke of Ernest is the brother of His Majesty the current Emperor Ambrose, who can represent His Majesty in a certain way!” The Malton Wizard gently introduced Abel.

To be honest, Abel doesn't even recognize the great nobility of the Principality of Carmichael very fully, let alone the Kingdom of St. Ellis, the emperor of the Kingdom of St. Ellis. He also heard for the first time today that before the Kingdom of St. Ellis was high, he had no right to approach it.

And now he doesn't need to get any closer, because the world is just a better place for him to live for his family, and the world he's after can't give him any more.

“Welcome, Duke Ernest!” Abel bowed and bowed.

“Pardon me, Master Abel, but I've heard that the food here is unique, so come and taste it, and please forgive me for being so rude!” The Duke of Ernest is very polite and very low profile.

Abel had no empathy with him, but since he had come, he was a guest, and he offered a gift to let the Duke of Ernest into the lobby.

The Duke of Ernest saw the Duke of Stelton in the Kingdom of St. Pould with a changing face, and he came here because the Imperial Intelligence Organization had given His Majesty Ambrose a piece of information, and the Kingdom of St. Pould had given Master Abel the finest villa in the city of Ryant, as well as twenty-seven hotels, which was definitely a big pen.

There was no way to put it before His Majesty Ambrose, because the Imperial Sorcerer's Guild had a wanted warrant for Abel, but at this juncture the Sorcerer's Guild revoked Abel's wanted warrant, which made him decide to intervene in the matter and must not let the Kingdom of St. Poult take Abel.

That's when the Duke of Ernest came to the feast on behalf of Abel, who knew he would meet the Duke of Sturton at the feast.

“Duke of Sturton, your body is as strong as it used to be!” The Duke of Ernest had a standard aristocratic smile on his face bowing down to salute him.

“Duke Ernest, why did you come to the party? Did you get the invitation too?” The Duke of Stelton, seeing the Duke of Ernest, said in a warm bow.

“Duke of Sturton, I heard you weren't in the invitation, didn't you?” The Duke of Ernest responded sharply, but the smile on his face hasn't changed a bit.

Abel listened to the two dukes and couldn't help but fight a cold war. He seemed to see two old foxes fighting each other for a fish, and unfortunately that fish was him.

He shook his head and threw it away. He was leaving the two old foxes to chat with Bernie for a while, when the Duke of Ernest turned his head and said to him, "Master Abel, I have brought you the seal of His Majesty Ambrose. ”

“Duke Ernest, you must know that my noble title in the Principality of Kamei has been severed, and now I am not a nobleman, I can only give the seal until I have regained my nobility!” Abel stopped and smiled, saying that his noble title had been severed and that it was simply impossible for the Kingdom of St. Ellis not to intervene.

If the title of a war baron were to be so severed, the world would not have so many centuries-old and millennial nobles, whose titles were basically permanent in the world and could have been handed down all along.