Abe the Wizard

Lindsay was cultivated by the Harry family in Ganba City, whose ancestors were the Harry family housekeepers, and only came to Toyota City with Lindsay after Lord Marshall had a territory.

Abel attaches great importance to the industry because it may involve the resources of all future wizards in the family, and the use of family-trained professionals to manage business is the usual means for large families.

Though the Harry family of Toyota City is thin, there is still some talent behind the Harry family of Gamba City, and the deed in Abel's hand adds an absolute guarantee of loyalty.

Butler Lindsay took Abel back to the second tall building on the left side of the castle, where Abel used to live, because Bartholi was left to handle business in Toyota City.

Lindsay pushed the door open and Abel walked in, and there was no change in the setting and before leaving. The floor and furniture were very clean and tidy and should have been the result of constant cleaning.

“Young master, I'm out!” Lindsay whispered that he could tell at this point that Abel wanted to stay quiet and then bowed out.

Abel stepped on the stone floor and came to the front of the armory. The weapons on it were still there, just because they were regularly maintained, every weapon gave off its natural air.

He took a breath of oily air, looked at the hall, filled with nostalgia, and soon after coming to the world, it became his home, perhaps less luxurious than Liant City, or even the residence of Gamba City.

But it smells like home, and that alone makes any other luxury incomparable.

Uncle Liao rarely entered the dark world that night. After taking a bath, he lay on a feather bed and sniffed the sun on his quilt and went to sleep. He slept peacefully that night without dreams.

The next morning he was awakened by the sun, which shined through the window and through the white gauze curtain onto his face. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar room, which only woke up in his head, and he went home.

When he pulled the feathers open, Abel washed them and came to the closet, opening the closet, which was full of clothes, from the size he was walking through to the size he was getting bigger and bigger, available in almost every size until he was two meters tall.

It seemed that although he was not in the house, Lord Marshall was constantly making new clothes for him according to his height, and although it was a small matter, the silk touched him and made him feel like he had a home.

In a suit of nobility, Abel walked out of the auxiliary building, Lord Marshall was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and it appeared that his rich life had not left him with the training of a knight.

“Uncle Marshall, let's play!” As Abel saw Lord Marshall practicing, he could not help but march up, and he took a knight's sword from the armory beside him and said in his hand.

“Come and see if your swordsmanship has improved!” Lord Marshall laughed proudly.

It seems that at this moment he forgot that Abel was already a pseudo-great knight, and that his knight's sword was flat in his hand, and a piercing was coming towards Abel.

Abel blocked Lord Marshall's knight's sword in a slit motion from the bottom up in front of him, and then turned around and swept, with a broken voice, the knight's sword rushed towards Lord Marshall.

Lord Marshall blocked Abel's sweep in front of him, and then slashed the sword into Abel's body. Both of them acted very standard, or both were from Orthodox knights, and Abel's swordsmanship came from Lord Marshall's teachings, so the rehearsal was brilliant but not dangerous at all.

Lord Marshall, however, is still old, and although his training as a knight has never stopped, his body has begun to degenerate unconsciously because of his age.

“By contrast, your swordsmanship has become very pure and seems to be like a hundred wars, that most knights who have stayed in Miracle City do not have the same combat experience as you!” Lord Marshall screamed and stopped the sword in his hand.

Abel listened to Lord Marshall say this, just laughing, and who knows how easy it is to look. He has to fight intensively almost every day. Although it is now basically a witch's way of fighting, how many times in the early days he wandered between life and death.

“Abel, get ready. We'll leave for Bennett City in a minute. Where's your black wind?” Lord Marshall was saying that he was suddenly thinking of Abel's wolf, and he couldn't help but ask.

“In there, I let it out!” Abel's hand slapped gently in his chest, a black hole appeared in front of him, and then the black wind ran out of it.

As soon as the black wind came out, he yelled at Abel softly and complained twice, but this time he locked it up for two days, which made him very uncomfortable with being held in very little space by the Beast Ring.

“All right, all right, I'll get you some good food. Meet Uncle Marshall first!” Abel rubbed the head of the black wind and said with a smile.

The black wind nodded towards Lord Marshall, a look of greeting that surprised Lord Marshall.

“Black winds are bigger and smarter than ever!” Lord Marshall looked at the black wind with envy and said.

The black wind heard Lord Marshall praising it and lifting his neck with pride.

“Uncle Marshall, I've been waiting for a while to find you a good ride too!” Abel smiled.

The fear of finding a good ride for Lord Marshall in the past was that he would be in trouble. Riding is not a carriage, and the carriage could not be seen on the outside. If Lord Marshall rides a good ride, it is likely to be confusing.

After all, Lord Marshall is only an intermediate knight, and a royal horse of war on this strength would cause him trouble, not to mention anything else.

Unlike Abel, Abel had a master blacksmith early on, and every man who struck his mind had to take into account the reprisals of the Blacksmith's Guild.

Nevertheless, there will be no problems in the future, as this area is his territory, and with his intention to build the Magic Tower here, the security of the entire Harvest City will not be a problem.

“Abel, you said it yourself. I want a little wind, preferably white. You know I love white!” Lord Marshall knows that Abel has a lot to do with him now, and it's not hard to get a better ride, and he's not being polite with him.

The black wind heard Lord Marshall say he liked white, he looked at himself, then Lord Marshall, and then humanized his eyes and returned to his master.

“Recently you have been using golden blood melting agents, blood toners and coagulants. Never mind, I have a stable source of those drugs and as soon as there are fewer in the family, I will fill them up!” As Abel can see, Lord Marshall's own potential is running out, and promotion is almost impossible without drugs.

Fearing that Lord Marshall would not be allowed to use the Knight's Refinery, he explicitly told Lord Marshall that there was a great deal of medicine.

“It's a golden drug, a drug that senior alchemists can refine, and the ingredients are hard to come by. Do you really think I don't understand?” Lord Marshall glanced over at Abel, apparently feeling that Abel was bragging.

Abel, helpless, looked around, threw an isolation matrix at his fingertips and activated it, and then he stroked it over the space bracelet, and there was a bunch of golden drugs on the ground, a bunch of different drugs, almost a thousand bottles.

“This...” Lord Marshall was stunned by the golden quality medicine in front of him, didn't you say it was difficult to make a golden quality medicine? Didn't you say that materials for gold quality drugs are extremely rare? How could a pile appear.

“Because there are too many medicines in here, I am afraid that they will cause trouble, so I want the family to use some, so I'll make it up to them. It's okay to use up here, I'll buy some more from my friends!” Abel pointed to the golden quality agent on the ground, "he said.

Abel was, of course, lying, and these drugs were his usual handiwork, and they were there all the time, only because of Lord Marshall's concerns, which is why he took them out to show them.

If Lord Marshall is to increase his life expectancy, the only way to do so is to become a Knight Chief and then find a way to impact the Great Knight Chief.

This is also why Abel wants him to take more medication shocks, and the side effects of those medications are simply not considered by him, and any side effects will disappear as long as a bottle of 'full revitalizer' is used.