Abe the Wizard

“My knight's strength, I suppose, is a pseudo-great knight chief!” Abel did a muscular gesture and said proudly.

“My god, the Harry family of Ganba City has only one knight chief. The inheritance is only until the knight chief is cut off. I didn't think you were already a pseudo-great knight chief. Looks like we will have a great knight chief soon!” Lord Marshall is happier to hear this than to know that Abel has become an Earl.

“Master, shouldn't we call the Young Master into the castle first, so many guards are standing outside!” Housekeeper Lindsay softly cautioned.

“Yes, Abe, let's go in first. It's just that you have so many guards. The castle can't accommodate so many people!” Lord Marshall looked at the guarded cavalry and said.

“Leave them alone, they'll camp outside the castle!” Abel smiled and walked into the castle with Lord Marshall.

“See, my lord!” As soon as he entered the castle, Abel saw a team of twenty people standing in line in the castle, and when he saw him, twenty people said aloud on one knee at a time.

“Get up!” Abel waved.

The uniform equipment used by all 20 of them, the small round shield and the one-handed sword, were all made by Abel in the early days to guard the magic shield and the one-handed sword of ice magic at Harry Castle, most of them middle-aged people, who were very familiar with Abel and were the first veterans to return with Lord Marshall.

Only after several battles, especially with trainee wizards, some of the twenty veterans died, and Lord Marshall later selected several reassuring young men from the Territory to fill those vacancies.

That brings us to the 20 men in front of us, who are almost the finest fighters in the area of Harvest City because of their superiority in equipment.

Especially the youths who later joined them were selected from the middle tier of the territory, practiced almost as hard as Abel could with his own equipment, and in the constant teachings of the old warriors, they also had tremendous loyalty to Abel.

“I still gave you these 20 men back, even though you have so many knights out there, I believe it is true to fight, but be assured your own warriors!” Lord Marshall smiled at the twenty warriors in front of him.

“Where's the other team?” Abel asked softly.

Lord Marshall knew that Abel was asking the ten equally full-body, magically equipped, black dead men who Abel had asked to protect the butler Ken to return to Abel Castle.

“The Black Dead have accepted your orders and protected Ken in Abel Castle. Perhaps if you don't come back, they will guard Abel Castle until death!” Lord Marshall, somehow describing the dead in black, as a knight, did not understand the dead, but admired their spirit.

“Uncle Marshall, a Dwarf construction team will be here in the last few days, and I will build my magic tower on the hill behind the castle, and that area will be a magic tower rally in my territory, and those magic towers will guard Harry Castle, and I will make Harry Castle permanent.” Abel pointed behind the castle and said.

Harry Castle does have extraordinary significance for Lord Marshall, who built it with his wife, who eventually stays here forever, and who has always guarded it.

“Abel, you have a heart!” Lord Marshall was silent for a while and said softly.

Looking at the atmosphere a little heavy, Abel shifted the subject: “Uncle Marshall, I'll bring back some good things when I get back. Let's go to the treasure trove! ”

“Okay, let's go, just go see what's new in my treasure trove!” Lord Marshall saw what Abel meant and turned to laugh.

“What else do you have here, some crap that the royal family used?” Abel smiled softly.

“You look down on my stuff. Look at that shitty carriage you're sitting in today. It's beautiful out there. How many gold coins is it really worth?” Lord Marshall also did not let Abel go, "he said.

As they walked, they said that they soon arrived at the vault underground. Lord Marshall opened the vault door proudly, and a magic light lit up the entire vault. He looked proudly at Abel's expression and seemed to want to see Abel's surprise.

Abel was truly amazed at how Lord Marshall got it using a magic stone-driven illumination matrix.

“This lamp, I bought it for one of your magic swords. How is it worth it?” Lord Marshall asked with a very proud smile.

“This…” Abel is ready to find out which sorcerer dared to trick Lord Marshall into coming here. A lighting array, though expensive, is far short of the price of a magic sword he forged himself.

“Uncle Marshall, I didn't expect you to like this. I'll talk to the Dwarf Craftsmen and let them put one in each of your castles!” Abel did not want to strike Lord Marshall, but this illumination matrix will be used everywhere in the future, not to mention in the future.

“You mean this isn't worth it?” Lord Marshall looked at the magic lamp he was proud of and asked softly.

“It's not worthless, in the world, such lighting arrays are also very rare, and the price is very high, and you don't lose much!” Abel consoled.

“Anyway, here you are, help me build some more magic swords, I put them in the treasure trove, or the real one!” Lord Marshall thought about it and opened himself up.

“Don't let the second person see what I brought back today, you better get the safest place!” Abel said as he removed a large box from the space bracelet.

“What's this?” Lord Marshall looks at the chest in front of him, although it looks nice and you can tell it's Dwarf style at first glance, but what is the value of such a chest? Do you have a lot of treasure in it!

When he thought of it, he went up and opened the box, and was immediately frightened by the huge space in it, and he pointed at Abel.

“What is the origin of this box and why is it so big?” Lord Marshall asked in astonishment.

“There are some problems with this case, so it's best to put it away quickly. This is a special space case that ordinary people can open. This is the precious thing about this case. I'll keep one for you here, and I'll keep one for my father!” Abel did not hide anything, he said to Lord Marshall.

“This one is enough, so much space, how long will it take me to fill it up!” Lord Marshall was very satisfied with being able to have such a box, which he was happy to open, close and open, and he kept opening and closing, and he had a great time.

“In addition, I have two sets of knights inherited here, one from the family core and one from the sidelines and the knights who rely on us!” Abel took out two sheep's books, he said.

Lord Marshall closed the case, at a time when two sheep's books in Abel's hand were countless times more important than this case. Although the Knight inherited Harry Castle as a direct knight, since Harry Castle did not really reach the Knight, he inherited them to the intermediate knights and went to study with the Harry family in Gamba City.

That is also why Castle Harry is an important branch of the Harry family in the city of Gbarbarbard, because inheritance is controlled, which is the same as most families on the Holy Land, a branch family that, without the presence of a powerful knight, will always be subject to the main family.

Unexpectedly, Abel took out two sets of knight inheritance at once. He carefully took the knight inheritance sheep book and couldn't wait to open the first book and see it written on the door page, inherited by the Hoover Grand Knight.

“Is this the legacy of the Great Knight of Hoover?” Lord Marshall was suddenly shocked, and he looked up and asked.

“Yes, it was given to me by the Great Hoover Cavalier.” Abel smiled.

“Is it okay to take it out like this for the family?” Lord Marshall knew the importance of this inheritance and asked hastily.

“It's okay, as long as it's for my own family!” The Knight Heritage was written by Abel on the basis of the Knight Heritage of the Great Knight of Hoover, who did not explain why the Great Knight of Hoover had given him the Knight Heritage.