Abe the Wizard

“Master Abbot, your Baron has been restored, but the Principality of Carmichael has not been able to contact you for a moment, so it has not been possible to inform you!” The Duke of Ernest sees Abel still grumpy about the slaughter and helpless in his heart.

Abel was a master blacksmith at the time of the shredding, and most importantly, when the high wizard of Coliver forcibly demanded his passage, there was no way for His Majesty Ambrose to come down.

Who knows, this side just promised to cut Abel's throne, that side Abel became a master of blacksmiths, and more sadly, that the master, the senior wizard of Coliver, died and let the Kingdom of Saint Ellis take over.

Who has the bad luck of the Kingdom of Saint Ellis, this kind of thing that even senior wizards would be killed by, hasn't happened in hundreds of years, it just happened, and the fourth master of blacksmiths in the whole continent, the first master of blacksmiths in the human world, also appeared.

At the same time, the Kingdom of St. Ellis encountered two impossible events, which also left His Majesty Ambrose helpless.

“My aristocracy is restored?” Abel still enjoys being around a nobleman because it allows his family to live better in the world.

Abel's expression relaxed a little. A baron's identity was not really very important to him. It was mainly too boring. A master of blacksmiths was seized by a principality.

Baron status doesn't matter because he wants the title simple, like the Duke of Stelton in the Kingdom of St. Pould, where as long as Abel promises to settle, there will be countless titles and lots of enclosures.

“Not only has the title been restored, the former King of the Principality of Carmichael, Leander George, retired, and if you are still uncomfortable, the Empire can take it to your castle and dispose of it at your disposal!” The Duke of Ernest smiled.

Abel was shocked to hear that the Duke of Ernest was not trying to harm him, he took a king to the castle to be lynched, and then his reputation in the aristocratic circle would be over, and it would affect the Harry and Abel families he represented, the two families.

But when I saw Lord Ernest's sincerity, I understood that this was an attempt to annoy him. I couldn't help but laugh and say: "Retreat, don't let him show up in front of me! ”

“Master Abel, you are too tolerant!” The Duke of Ernest bowed and said that there was also a dark sigh of relief in his heart, and if the Kingdom of St. Ellis did dispose of one of its subordinate kings to Abel, the consequences would be absolutely far-reaching.

“Duke Ernest, if you'll excuse me, I'll take care of the others!” Abel did not intend to accept the seals of the Kingdom of St. Ellis, and he was not prepared to accept them, because he did not want to assume any responsibility for accepting the seals of the Empire, which, as everyone knows, were not free and would eventually be returned to the Empire in return.

“Don't you want to hear from His Majesty Ambrose, Master Abel?” The Duke of Ernest asked confidently.

He knew that the intelligence organization of the Kingdom of St. Ellis had studied all of Abel's information and had finally made this seal, perhaps not the best, but he believed it was the hardest thing Abel could refuse.

“Please say it!” Abel stopped, and Duke Ernest's words curious him, turning to the Duke of Ernest.

“I bestow upon you the Count of the Kingdom of Saint Ellis!” The Duke of Ernest said in silence.

At this point, the Duke of St. Pould's Kingdom, the Duke of St. St. Pould, sneered: "This is not a very generous condition, and I can make you the Duke on behalf of the Empire, if you will, Master Abel! ”

Abel did not care about the high and low rank, as long as he was alive, even a lord would not dare to underestimate, and too high a rank would cause trouble if he were not capable enough in the family and he was not there.

“Giving Feng Feng Harvest City as your territory, the Harvest City belongs to will become your territory, and the nobles in your territory will automatically become your subordinates, and if you do not want these nobles in your territory, the Empire can replace these noble territories.” The Duke of Ernest went on confidently.

“The harvest city is just a grain area, there are not many mineral resources, it can only be considered a general enclosure, you Saint Ellis kingdom is too petty!” The Duke of Sturton mocked.

But unlike the Duke of Sturton, Abel was in front of him, and Harvest City was his family, and this seal satisfied him twelve points, and the minerals might run out of days, but quality land was the permanent asset.

Harvest City is at the forefront of the whole Holy Land, far from war, and if his enclosure is confirmed there, coupled with his magic tower being built on Castle Harry, even a few more sporadic beasts can come and clear it quickly.

“Duke Ernest, does His Majesty Ambrose want me to go to Dunam to be sealed? I may not have time to go these days!” Abel counted the time, and now that the wanted man has been dismissed, and he is an official wizard, the matter of the Magic Tower is on the agenda, and there may not be time for long.

The Duke of Ernest was delighted to hear what Abe meant. He bowed down and said: "Don't worry, Master Abbott, His Majesty has told you that if you accept this seal, it will automatically come into effect. Of course, His Majesty Ambrose will always welcome you to his palace as a guest! ”

“Congratulations, Master Abel!” The Duke of St. Ellis did nothing unusual because of Abel's promise to the Kingdom of St. Ellis, at a time when his bow of laughter greeted Abel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a glass and drink together for Abel's Earl!” The Duke of Ernest was very motivated, and he took a glass of wine and said in his hand.

“Drink up!” Everyone here picked up their glasses and congratulated them.

In fact, as everyone here knows, this countenance is nothing more than an addition, and it has little practical significance for Abel, but the idea of nobility is rooted in everyone's mind, and it is also very congratulatory to be able to have a higher title.

“Master Abel, when will you serve, you can't make me drunk and not serve!” Bernie took a sip of wine and yelled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am rude, because my dishes are quite special, I must have made them first to taste the best, so I didn't serve them beforehand. Now that the people are here, let's serve!” Abel first bowed down to give a gift to everyone in the room, and the last sentence was true to the Alkwen butler, who was walking in because the guests were all there.

Soon the servants started walking in with huge plates, and today, because of the crowd, Abel asked the kitchen to put the boiled fish, the sugar and vinegar ridges, the rib soup, and the fried steak all on the table with large plates, and then let the guests pick them up with small plates, while the steamed eggs were filled with small bowls and pressed one bowl per person to the table.

All dishes are watched by a dedicated servant and the kitchen is promptly notified of any shortcomings.

As soon as the servants lifted the lids off the four giant plates, a strong aroma pervaded the entire hall, and everyone, be it a wizard or a nobleman, appeared intoxicated.

“Master Abel, you are the only one who can eat such authentic dishes!” Lorenzo's senior wizard exclaimed.

He was a guest here at Abel's, and he had eaten in a forgotten place, and of course he would be more impressed than he was.

Several servants were walking in with trays, with small bowls filled with steamed eggs, to the table, and the servants carefully placed the small bowls on the table.

“You're welcome, my dishes here are made by the royal chef of the Kingdom of St. Pould, and this level is absolutely superb!” Abel laughed and introduced.

“Brother Abel, the chef of the Empire does not have this level, you are being modest, who does not know that the dishes you have created are the best in Liant City!” The Duke of Stelton from the Kingdom of St. Pould hastily said.

“Master Abel, you're welcome. Eat this steamed egg first. You can't sleep at night every time you think of this smell. The steamed egg in the forgotten place is not bad, but it is far less than what you smell here!” Lorenzo's senior wizard reached for a bowl of steamed eggs and laughed.