Abe the Wizard

“Master Beaton, I'm going to be closed for a while, thank you for your help!” Abel did not enter the closing chamber immediately, but turned to bow down and salute Master Bitten.

“Master Bennett, I hope to hear your good news, Master Alchemist. Do you remember?” Master Beaton knew that Abel had not seen the Master Alchemist's alchemist pattern for a long time, and although there was one in the closing room, the Master Alchemist's alchemist's pattern was not painted by the Master Alchemist, but only as a reference.

“Thank you for your concern, I think that picture is already here!” Abel laughed more than his own head said.

Master Beeton was inexorably stunned, and he had been described by many elves as a genius, even if his alchemy pattern was damaged, without affecting the elves' assessment of him.

But at this point, he had the feeling that an ordinary elf faced a genius, and he was an ordinary elf, and Abel was the genius.

“You're a real genius!” Master Beaton bowed down.

Abel smiled, and he turned to the closing chamber, and the moment he closed the door, the arrays outside were lit, the defense arrays, the isolation arrays, and some auxiliary arrays were all activated.

The sources of energy for these arrays are, in part, the Alchemists' Guild's energy chamber and, in part, the city's defensive grand array in Anjost City.

Knowing that a master of alchemy means something completely different to a city, it is a rule that the city of Anjost should naturally be fully supportive of this important moment.

“Master Bennett, please wait!” Master Alfred ran uncommonly to the basement, screaming as he ran.

“Master Alfred, you're late, Master Bennett is in!” Master Beaton said faintly.

“Master Beaton, why don't you persuade him, do you know how much Master Bennett will cost the Alchemist Guild if his promotion fails?” Master Alfred is no longer comfortable with Master Bitten's attitude at this time, he asked.

“Of course I know what a genius Master Bennett is, but neither you nor I have the right to dictate the decision of an Honorary Alchemist!” Master Beaton said in silence.

Master Alfred's face suddenly became very helpless. Indeed, Abel was an honorary alchemist of his own, the only difference being that he often remained in the Alchemist Guild, so he held a higher position in the Alchemist Guild.

This status, however, does not affect the decision of another honorary alchemist and, at best, can only be persuaded as a member of the same guild.

“Master Beaton, I'm sorry, I just had a problem with my attitude!” Master Alfred bowed in apology.

“It's all right, Master Alfred, I know you're doing it for Master Bennett's sake, for the Guild's sake!” Master Beaton shook his head and said.

The two alchemists had nothing to say for a moment, and both gazed at the closing chamber, which was hidden by several Falexes.

Master Mara's alchemist's alchemist's chamber is not part of the alchemist's guild. Although she is also an honorary alchemist, she was not cultivated by the Alchemist's guild of Anjoust City, so she has no deep feelings for the Alchemist's guild of Anjoust City.

She stayed more in the city of Anjoust at the invitation of the Grand Duke of Edwina, and of course she was also informed at this time of the entry of a senior alchemist into the private closing room for the promotion of the Alchemist.

Having received the information, she did not ask who was going to promote the Alchemist because she knew it would not succeed and she had lost the confidence and courage to promote the Alchemist.

In the Grand Duke's house, an intelligence officer is rushing into the palace at a pace that demonstrates the anxiety in his heart.

“Dear Grand Duke Edwina, I have important information for you!” As soon as the intelligence officers entered the palace, they ignored the parliamentarians and bowed directly to the Grand Duke of Edwina.

Intelligence officers have the right to be consulted at all times and have priority at all times, provided, of course, that the information is of particular urgency.

“Stand down, all of you. We'll take care of something tomorrow!” The Grand Duke of Edwina said to the Pokémon MPs present.

After bowing and saluting, the Elf MP withdrew from the hall.

“Come on, what's up?” Grand Duke Edwina said in silence.

“Just notified by Urban Spirit, Master Bennett opened a private closing room for the promotion of Master Alchemist!” Intelligence officers bow to report.

Although Master Alfred banned the Alchemist Guild's right to inquire about spirits, he could not ban urban spirits, which had higher privileges than any other, and could query any information that it needed to inquire about.

“Is Master Bennett going to be promoted to Master Alchemist?” Archduke Edwina asked unexpectedly.

Then she smiled at her face and said, “This is a good thing, Master Bennett is about to become an alchemist! ”

The intelligence officer looked at Grand Duke Edwina without a word, didn't the Grand Duke think of the risk of a senior alchemist being promoted to Alchemist?

Archduke Edwina shares Abel's idea that she knows Abel's identity, that the alchemist is just one of Abel's many professions, and that Abel's performance over time, if Abel says he can advance to the alchemist, will be very high.

And what's wrong with failing, at best, is that the Grand Duke's supply of 'elf perfume' will stop, and the Grand Duke's house has had a lot of 'elf perfume' for over a decade.

Believing that for more than a decade, Abel can practice the alchemist profession again may not be possible for a failed senior alchemist, but it is nothing for Abel to do so in just two or three years.

“Your Highness, if this news comes out, it could put the entire city of Anjoust and even the Pokémon in turmoil!” The intelligence officer warned.

“That's true, then shut down the news and don't let any elves know about it until Master Bennett comes out of the closing room!” Archduke Edwina commanded in silence.

The intelligence officer bowed out of the hall and the silent Duke of Albert shook his head at the moment.

“Fortunately, I tried to knock on ‘Potion' from Abel beforehand, otherwise if his promotion fails, this‘ Potion 'will be gone!” The Duke of Albert smiled and said with amusement.

Of course he was joking, but he also showed a slight apprehension about Abel's promotion.

Whoever learned that Abel was an honorary Elf alchemist and a blacksmith master, along with so many drugs that had a huge impact on the Elves, including those that had not yet been revealed to the public to enrich the crop. His decision at this moment cannot be made with any clarity.

In recent months, while other elf cities have had to reduce the quota per elf for food, the city of Anjost has maintained a normal supply of fruit, which is Abel's ability.

“I hope he succeeds and must not affect the availability of fruit in the Australian Valley!” Archduke Edwina sighed.

The expression of Duke Albert also became more serious, as they all thought that the Three Goddesses Springs water was Abel's alchemy, and once Abel lost his ability to alchemize, whether this abundant medicine could not be supplied.

“Why would Abel want to be promoted to Alchemist at this time? He can't wait 10 years!” The Duke of Albert thought of that, too, and he complained.

“Abel is not an elf. Ten years is nothing to an elf, but a very long time to a human being!” Archduke Edwina said helplessly.

Compared to elves, they can have a life span of 500 years without practicing, and humans have a life span of almost 100 years without practicing, so 10 years means something different to elves and humans.

Especially Abel, who was almost sixteen years old, practiced for only a few years, and ten years was too long for him.

“Why do you think Abel is such a genius?” The Duke of Albert sighed.

He completely forgot that it was because of Abel's genius that they accepted a human incarnation as an elf, and that it was because of Abel's genius that they accepted Lorraine's association with a human being.

And Abel's genius is changing the survival of the Elves, whether it's from the nature of Aimei, the cultivation of Elf Druid, or the fruit of the Elves' staple diet, it can't be separated from his genius.