Abe the Wizard

“Master, Burbich Butler in Gomba City would like to contact you!” Tallinn Flavi said to Abel.

Abel frowned and only recently had a rare amount of free time, researching books from all over the world to sort out some knowledge that could increase family heritage.

Although Berbich Butler has the authority to contact him, he can't think of anything he needs to ask himself.

“Send me over to the Brigade, and I'll go straight to Gbarnga City!” Abel commanded in the air.

A white light wrapped Abel, and then he disappeared from his place, and then appeared on top of the Grand Conveyor Fahrenheit, which flashed again in white light, which he transported directly from the Abel Magic Tower to the Grand Palace of Gumba City.

“Your Majesty!” The two knights bowed down and looked at their king with enthusiasm.

Abel bowed down a little and walked to the lobby.

“Bobby, what's going on?” Abel walked into the lobby and saw what Berbich's butler was talking about face-to-face with a servant.

“Your Majesty, he is an intelligence officer in the Kingdom of St. Ellis, and he needs to send you a message!” Bobby Butler bowed down.

“Dear Reverend Abel, Greetings from His Majesty the Great Ambrose, Prince Horace is at a critical juncture in his life and death, and His Majesty the Great Ambrose requests your help!” Agent Banks knelt down on one knee and spoke out loud.

It is not surprising that Prince Horace, who presumes in Abel's heart is most likely injured, should be aware of the special effects of ‘wound medication' in his hands as to why he was approached and wanted to use the intelligence system of the Kingdom of St. Ellis.

“I know, I will go to the Kingdom of St. Ellis immediately!” Abel nodded.

“Thank you, Master Abel!” Agent Banks stood up and bowed again.

A dagger was then plugged into his lower abdomen, and just as the dagger approached his skin, it was blocked by a force.

“I don't care what the rules are for your intelligence services in the Kingdom of St. Ellis, but I don't allow suicide here!” Abel said with an unpleasant silence.

Had it not been for his earlier 'heartbeat’ to seal the operational capability of Agent Banks, Agent Banks would have died in the palace, presumably a confession from the intelligence services of the Kingdom of St. Ellis to Abel.

The placement of nails in his palace would naturally cause him dissatisfaction, but that dissatisfaction has not yet reached the death of the intelligence officer who wanted to come forward.

Abel was confident enough that no one in the palace could do anything small without being discovered by the Guardian Spirit, and the intelligence that a servant could know was truly worthless.

Abel didn't ask much more about Agent Banks and prevented Agent Banks from committing suicide, so naturally he wouldn't be interrupted in the palace. The Kingdom of Saint Ellis Intelligence has given Abel face and Abel certainly won't pursue anything.

“Black wind!” Abel summoned the black wind from the Ring of Space Beasts, jumped on the back of the black wind, and rushed towards the Falun Front.

Whenever he leaves a safe place, he always carries some backup means, and the black wind is the most important of them all.

While there is no danger in the Kingdom of St. Ellis requesting his help, it is possible to reduce even one in 10,000 to nothing with the black wind.

The ‘instantaneous movement' of the black wind and its unmatched speed are the best way to keep him alive and the means that can be used on the face.

When he stood in the Conveyor's Array, he first returned to his Magic Tower and then directly into the Palace of St. Ellis using a large Conveyor's Array.

If it is delivered directly to the Kingdom of St. Ellis using the Transfer Law Front in the Palace of the City of Gamba, it can only be reached through multiple successive passages, while it can be reached directly through the Large Transfer Law Front in just one pass.

“Master Abel, please!” Alec, the great prince, has by this time guarded himself beside the Palace's transmissions.

His affection with Prince Horace was profound, and his weak brother was kind and harmless, and with Prince Horace, he had nothing to guard against, and he could experience a rare affection.

“Your Highness, lead the way!” Abel bowed and said.

Alec, the great prince, waved to the knight beside him, and the knight gave him the horse of war. He mounted himself on the horse and led the way forward.

Nor did he think that Abel would come riding a wolf. He thought that Abel wanted to come as soon as possible, which is why he was so grateful.

Most parts of the palace are off-limits to horseback mercenaries, because knights can leave horseback strength much lower, so there is no total ban on horseback in the palace, but some important palaces still prohibit horseback.

Alec, the great prince at the time, completely disregarded these rules, and his insane horse was in front of him, and he knew very well that Abel's wolf was fast in intelligence, so he was also in a hurry to get Abel to Prince Horace as soon as possible.

In the palace, the ministers heard the sound of horseshoes and were shocked.

Anyone who dares to race in the palace soon sees the great prince Alec, behind whom Abel's wolf, the black wind, walks almost silently, and not slowly.

“Master Abel, I really wanted to ask you to come. As a father, I really appreciate your coming!” His Majesty Ambrose came forward and bowed down.

“Sire Ambrose, I'm just doing what I can. Let me see Prince Horace first!” Abel jumped off the black wind and bowed back and said.

His Majesty Ambrose did not speak any more, and he feared a delay in his treatment, and he offered a courtesy to let go.

In the direction of his courtesy, the intermediate wizard was still holding Prince Horace, at which point the intermediate wizard could not move, because a slight shake could have caused Prince Horace's death.

Abel came to Prince Horace, and in his spiritual strength, Prince Horace's fire of life, like a candle in the wind, could be extinguished at any moment.

And of course he saw the knight's sword, and his pale hands on it.

“Fine, just a little wound, if you don't hurt your heart, you're fine!” Abel's mental strength scanned the wound and then turned back to His Majesty Ambrose.

His Majesty Ambrose couldn't help but be stunned. Is this a minor injury?

Abel, who has a 'full revitalizer' and fights in the dark world, often suffers some injuries that may be fatal to others, but too much for him.

Prince Horace, however, was unable to use the 'full revitalizer', which was a terrible effect, and the wound he made himself needed at least the gold quality of the 'healing agent' to work.

But taking out a golden quality 'wound medication' is a big problem, because ‘wound medication' is an intermediate medication, while a golden quality 'wound medication' can only be refined by a master alchemist.

And even ordinary gold-quality 'wound medicines' can't treat this wound, and if Abel uses his own refined gold-quality 'wound medicines' to heal Prince Horace's wounds, then just ask an alchemist and he'll know that his gold-quality 'wound medicines' work is too amazing.

And the honorary alchemist of mankind is scarce, so the origin of his golden quality 'wound medication' becomes problematic, likely to create a bad association with the intelligence services of the Kingdom of St. Ellis.

His hesitant expression disturbed His Majesty Ambrose, who was about to ask, saw Abel take a bottle of red medicine out of a space bracelet, even though His Majesty Ambrose was very knowledgeable and did not recognize what it was.

Abel opened the cap of the medicine bottle, his left finger gently on Prince Horace's cheek, and Prince Horace's mouth opened unnecessarily, pouring the medicine into Prince Horace's mouth.

This bottle of medicine is a 'light healing agent', a healing agent in the dark world, which no one can recognize, and the same agent in the dark world does not have a special arc light grade.

As if a bottle of blood red water had been poured into Prince Horace's mouth, His Majesty Ambrose had little confidence in the bottle of a white quality medicine, and he felt that Abel might be spreading it on him.

But just as he thought of it, Abel had stretched out his hand to pull the knight's sword out of Prince Horace's chest, and oddly enough, after pulling out the knight's sword, the wound did not shed blood, but was gradually closing.