Abe the Wizard

The people of Castel Harry, Castel Abel and Castel Bennett were notified that they had returned to their respective castles by sending the Falun Front, most of whom were unaware of the perils involved, and as ordinary people, the experience of a single ride on the Falun Front would keep them in mind for the rest of their lives.

“Abel, is this over?” Instead of returning to Castle Bennett, the Knight of Bennett remained in Castle Harry, his eyes looking at the light of three overflowing souls and asking.

“Father, it's over!” Abel's voice revealed a hint of kindness and his father's care moved him.

“Abel, what is that?” Lord Marshall stood beside him pointing to the light of his soul rising from the sky.

“Uncle Marshall, that's three powerful souls left here!” Abel also looked directly at the light of the soul in the sky, and the high wizard's soul would be so gorgeous in this world until he died, "he replied.

Lord Marshall no longer asked, seeing two more dwarf wizards just when he returned, and seeing the dwarf happy, it was certain that Abel's side should not be damaged, that all the enemies who had died were the ones who had committed the crime, but only because of his knowledge that he did not know what kind of enemies would die.

Yes, it is a terrible scene. Perhaps the light of these three souls is a beautiful miracle for ordinary people, but Lord Marshall and the knights of Bennett both know that they will leave the castle to take refuge because of an enemy attack. Now that they have come back, they see the light of these three souls. The enemy who fought Abel is so terrible, so terrible that they will be so glorious when they die.

“Father, Uncle Marshall, rest assured, the trouble has been solved!” Abel smiled and said to the two of you, but in his heart he was thinking that there was no trouble, at least on the Holy Land.

Four hours, exactly four hours, Abel, three dwarf senior wizards, Morton wizards, Evelyn wizards and Murphy wizards, as well as other trainee wizards, did nothing but stare silently at these three soul lights.

Watching the souls of the three Lv.17 senior wizards spill slowly, even Lv.18 Wallen and Larkin senior wizards can't ignore the light of the three souls to drink.

Several low- and middle-level wizards, such as Morton Wizards, are in awe of the souls of powerful high-ranking wizards, while the three high-ranking dwarf wizards are in awe of the simultaneous deaths of three high-ranking 17-year-old wizards.

At night, Bathori cooked a table of dishes herself. Of course, according to the customs of the Holy Land, she used a plate for each guest. For the light of the soul that had spilled out at night, she was the last person to think about it, but she had seen countless deaths.

Nor was Abel idle. He synthesized three barrels of the Master and upgraded the Master to a Boutique Master.

If the original master wine had a shadow of rum, but the synthetic master wine had turned into another wine, because of fear of any special new effects, he also gave Bartoli a taste of the boutique master wine, and concluded that it was satisfactory.

Because Abel's own body has been modified by dragon crystals, he has immunized himself to many things. The result of Bartoli is that the original ability to eliminate the cold air has been strengthened. This is a slight improvement, but there has been a great improvement in the taste of the wine.

The Dwarves have been very helpful to Abel, which reminds him of the reward. At present, he is able to reward without causing any trouble, only the Master Wine is available, improving the quality of the Master Wine, for him, that is to say, just do it.

At dinner, Morton wizards did not come along with several other wizards, the rank and status gap was too large, and dining with them was not pleasant, so why not stay in their magic towers.

“Master Abel, I've heard that your dishes are the number one in the Holy Land, and today is a chance to taste them!” The Warren High Wizard sits in the first position on the far right of the long dining table, he says to Abel, who sits in the host position.

“I also heard Bernie the kid blow when he goes back. It seems that he has not eaten Master Abel's dishes and cannot be called a joker.” Senior Wizard Larkin is also looking forward to looking at the empty dining table and waiting for the dishes.

At this time, only Abel and three senior dwarf wizards, Lord Marshall and the Knight of Bennett, had dined in the small restaurant, leaving space for several wizards.

When the servants came up with the dishes, Wallen and Larkin could hardly smell the fragrance to start. Of course, in their position, etiquette was no longer important, and casual was the wizard's pursuit.

Abel smiled and watched as the two high-ranking wizards woke up from their senses. The more high-ranking wizards they were, the more precious this sensation was.

“Master Abel, it looks like I'm staying here for ten days!” The Warren High Wizard awoke from his senses and exclaimed.

“Stay together, stay together!” Larkin nodded heavily.

For two senior wizards up to the eighteenth level, there is nothing more important than being able to improve their own strength. Besides, Abel has a large transmission array here, and everything can arrive immediately. This opportunity to improve his strength cannot be ignored.

Cyril's senior wizard was smiling and silent, and he had been here for more than ten days, long past his period of enlightenment, but he would not leave, at least for a short time, unprepared to leave, with good wine and delicacies.

He heard two high-ranking wizards say the same thing when he first arrived and is now a regular visitor here.

“Where's the wine?” The most important thing that comes to mind at this point is that there are good dishes without good wine, which is an incomplete experience.

“Master Abel, why isn't this wine served yet?” With this reminder, the senior wizard of Lakin also thought about wine and urged.

“Today to thank the three wizards for their help, I have prepared the best wine in particular!” Abel laughed and took a bottle of wine from the space bracelet and put it on the table, he said.

“Master Abe, this is not right. I drank a barrel of master liquor the other day. If I don't serve master liquor today, it's just a little bit!” Cyril's senior wizard saw that little bottle of crystal bottle of perfectly clear wine and knew it wasn't a master wine. How could it be enough for the three dwarves to drink it? It was a matter of vital interest, he shouted.

“Cyrillic Wizard, look at this. Otherwise, I'll get you a bucket of master liquor, you drink that bucket yourself, and you'll give it to them both!” Abel smiled and said to Cyril's senior wizard.

“No, no, Master Abe, you must have some kind of trap, I'm not fooling around, what you drink and what I drink!” Cyril's senior wizard weighed in, shook his head and said.

Abel laughed and opened the crystal cap of the boutique master wine, which suddenly came with a rich and gloomy nose, leaving the three Dwarf high wizards stunned, only to taste beyond all the good wines they had ever had, including the best.

“This wine is hard to make, so limited quantity, this is the only bottle today!” Abel said to wave, and the servant sent a small crystal cup, and if it was still the big cup on the table, this bottle wouldn't even divide the three of us.

Abel bottled this boutique Master Wine in crystal to enhance its value, distinguishing it from the average Master Wine, and thinking about trading the Master Wine into barrels to trade with the Dwarves before.

Now that you can't do that, Abel has figured out how to make it a true boutique, bottle it with a crystal bottle, and offer a small amount of it each time, so that you can guarantee the quality of the boutique master liquor as well as improve the price of the person who drank it.

“This cup is too small!” Cyril's senior wizard picked up a small glass and said.

“Whatever, take a bite first!” Wallen's senior wizard picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth, and a fire snake went down from his mouth and in the direction of the liquid flow, his entire body seemed to have been burned, and most importantly, the synthetic effect of the Heradic cube made it almost as delicious as the dwarves had ever thought it would be.

Originally, the Master was a moderate wine, but now the Boutique Master has raised the level of the wine directly by a few steps, and the improvement is not only in degrees, but also in terms of quality.