Abe the Wizard

The original colour of the city's walls is no longer visible in the sunny Bay of France, a city wrapped in green, covered by a green vine.

“Before the death of generations of Druids, strip their ‘poisonous flower vines' from themselves and protect the walls forever!” Count Hutt saw Abel looking at the wall with some surprise and guessed that Abel was coming to the Bay for the first time, so he introduced himself softly.

Abel was only then certain that the vines of those bars were ‘poisonous flower vines', which almost every Druid would summon, because they were not plants in the world, and so many ‘poisonous flower vines’ could not be collected anywhere but Druid.

If such walls were to be attacked, it would probably cost a great deal to break through these ‘poisonous flower vines'.

You know, 'Vine' can get into the wall, reveal only a part of it, and it's hard to wipe it out all at once, and its indefensible poison is the world's most indefensible way to attack elements.

The world does not have a dark ‘antidote' like the dark world, which can remove almost all of the poisonous elements, and the 'Vine Vine' itself has different toxicity due to the different cultivation methods of the Druids.

Count Hutt's face suddenly changed as he was introducing Abel to a city he was extremely proud of.

“Bennett Druid, can you keep this box for me? If anything happens to me, please take me to the Langley family and give it to my father!” Count Hutt took a small box out of his arms and handed it to Abel, whispering.

“Count Hutt, do you need my help?” Abel picked up the box and put it in a space bag between his waists, then asked.

He had already seen a Druid riding a wolf from the gates, followed by a dozen elf warriors riding deer in gold armor, and from the smell of Druid, he could sense that it was a Class 17 senior Druid.

Abel looked in the direction of the senior Druid, most likely toward Count Hutt.

Although he took up the task of escorting Count Hutt, he had already taken him to the French City of the Bay, where he had completed his task.

The reward was not obtained, but he would not have participated in the apparent contradiction among the elite nobility for it.

From the equipment on that senior Druid and those elf warriors behind him, this must be a powerful force in the Bay of France, and he's still in the anonymity phase, so he doesn't want to get in trouble so soon.

“Bennett Druid, all you have to do is do me this favor. I am an Earl and my life is not in danger!” Count Hutt couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Abel put the box away, he said with a smile.

“Count Hutt, my lord Angelo invites you to the consulate!” High Druid came to Count Hutt and said in silence.

“Your Eminence, what can I do for you? I'll be there when I get back!” Count Hutt echoed coldly.

“Count Hutt, Lord Angelo says you must go now!” Senior Druid glanced at Abel's wolf, looked into Abel's breath, perceived some excessive breath of life in Abel's scriptures, underestimated Abel's strength in his heart, and turned his head and said to Count Hutt, aggravating his tone again.

As he spoke, elf warriors riding deer behind him had begun to surround Count Hutt and others.

Count Hutt's intermediate Druid looked nervously at the senior Druid and did not dare to make any moves. He knew who was sending him across the street and would most likely cause trouble to the Langley family if he did.

“I can go with you to the consulate, but I have nothing to do with this Druid, you let him go first!” Count Hutt looked at the situation and knew that he had to go with this senior Druid, to say the least.

“He's leaving. Yes, please open your space bag, I want to check!” Senior Druid turned to Abel and said silently.

“Are you insulting me?” Abel didn't want to cause trouble, but senior Druid was forcing him, he asked silently.

Knowing that space objects were Druid's privacy, which contained too many Druid secrets, the senior Druid had asked Abel to open the space bag for him to examine, an act that was already a great contempt for Abel.

“Don't think of yourself as a premium Druid, you can have privileges in Bay French City, where you must cooperate as long as Lord Angelo thinks you have a problem!” Senior Druid smiled coldly.

He just saw Count Hutt talking to Abel, how could he let Abel go?

Besides, one of the most important things about his attitude is that he doesn't know Abel, and he knows that the entire Bay French City, along with the nearby satellite towns and castles, basically all the high-ranking Druids that he's never seen, means he doesn't have much background.

Abel frowned, he really didn't think that just helping a Pokémon Count along the way would cause such a thing. It seems that the Bay French City is afraid that it will not be able to enter again, which disrupts his plan.

There was some anger in his heart, he just wanted to find a quiet place to practice, why did someone always proactively piss him off and make him feel uncomfortable practicing!

“Can you search for a senior Druid on behalf of Consul Angelo? Isn't the consulate a little too broad?” Count Hutt saw Senior Druid staring at Abel and speaking out loud.

Druid itself has many privileges, especially for a senior Druid, who would not have directly threatened a senior Druid had it not been for Count Hutt's involvement.

At this moment, Abel suddenly burst into a strong breath, and the eighteenth grade Druid aroma burst out of Druid's soul, and he no longer concealed his strength.

The senior Druid opposite had only Grade 17, which was directly impacted by this Grade 18 Druid scent. The mind couldn't help but breathe and the natural forces in the body were suppressed somewhat slowly.

The wolf beneath Abel then moved, suddenly accelerating toward the Senior Druid, not far from Abel due to the Senior Druid blockage, and this fast forward rush went directly to the Senior Druid.

“Not on your own!” This is the last thing Senior Druid heard before he went into a coma, and when Abel said it, his hand had split over his neck and knocked him unconscious with one blow.

Abel's blow, though somewhat unexpected, is also a true reflection of the fact that each level of senior Druid's power varies considerably, and that senior Druid's repression of lower levels of Druid can prevent opponents from fully exercising their power and reacting slowly, which is almost fatal in battle.

Abel didn't want to kill Senior Druid because this is Bay City, otherwise he would have killed him directly.

“Don't worry, Lord Bennett, as long as I return to the family, I will invite the family out and the consul won't be able to get you in trouble!” Count Hutt knocked out senior Druid in the 17th grade as soon as he saw Abel, knowing that Abel had been underestimated before, and he was busy consoling.

At the same time, Count Hutt's name for Abel changed. If it was a senior Druid in the 16th grade, he could call it whatever he wanted, but now that he knows Abel's strength, he can only call it Abel by adults.

Two of the dozen elf warriors riding the deer lifted up the senior Druid, who was about to fall, and did not say much, and returned directly with the senior Druid.

They are well aware that the outgoing Druid, who can easily be defeated by the senior Druid, is not their enemy, and the only thing that can be done now is to return immediately to the Herald.

“Count Hutt, are you sure I won't be in trouble for entering the Gulf City?” Abel asked.

He didn't want to go into the Imperial City, and in the event of being suppressed by the City Formula, he could get out of trouble with the Senior Druid sent by the consul. If anything happens outside the city, he could always get out.

“Don't worry, Lord Bennett, I assure you of the credibility of the Langley family!” Count Hutt sighed with certainty.

Abel nodded and walked into the city gate with Count Hutt. Although he did not know how strong the Hutt family was, he could see that Count Hutt was still very cheerful.

Count Hutt seemed worried about being intercepted again, so he was fast, and Abel watched what was happening in the Imperial City and followed him closely.

Beautiful in Wanfa Royal City, the road is paved by red masonry, with trees with flowers of all colours planted on both sides, along the way you can smell the scent of spleen and heart, enjoy the view and walk among it.

The architecture here is also extremely sophisticated, with each building a sculptural boutique, and it is difficult to find an ordinary building in the city.

Due to Count Hutt's impatience, Abel was not introduced to the scenery in the city, and it appeared that his heart was like an arrow.

“Lord Bennett, we're here!” Count Hutt came to an ancient gateway formed by two carvings, and the voice said with ease.

“Young Master Hutt, welcome home!” A middle-aged elf in a butler's suit opened the door and bowed down.

“Jonah Butler, how's my father?” Count Hutt made an invitation gesture to Abel as he rushed to Jonah, the butler.

“The Duke's condition is fine, and the water of life sought from the temple has not aggravated his condition!” The butler Jonah bowed down.

“Take me to my father's!” Count Hutt said to Jonah, the butler, and then turned to Abel, “Lord Bennett, please come with me! ”

From the ancient gates to the place of residence, there are still around 500 meters, a garden with a fountain and all kinds of strange flowers and grass, some sculptures adorn it, at first glance with a rich heritage of architecture.

Living in a small castle with a small castle in such a royal city, the Langley family is not easy.

Into the castle, through the lobby, through the aisle, in front of a bedroom.

When Count Hutt came here, he eased his footsteps and waved at the butler, indicating that he had left first, then carefully pushed the door open.

“Hutt's back!” A voice, though weak, said very firmly.

“Father, I have brought back the blood grass and your body will soon recover!” Count Hutt said with joy in his voice.

Abel did not walk into the bedroom, he stood at the door and saw an elderly elf lying on top of the loungers in the bedroom, his unnatural grey and black face revealing his body problems.

“Hutt, did you bring a guest?” The Elderly Pokémon was not particularly excited to hear of the bloody grass, but looked at Abel at the door and asked Count Hutt.

“I was so excited that I forgot to have guests. I'm sorry, Lord Bennett, this is my father, Duke Buddy!” Count Hutt apologized for a while and said to Abel.

Then he turned back and introduced the Duke of Buddy: "This is Lord Bennett Druid. If it weren't for his help, I would probably have died in the forest of Irvo. Outside the Imperial City, if it weren't for Lord Bennett, even the blood grass would have been searched for by the consul! ”

“Thank you, Bennett Druid, for saving Hutt. He always makes me uncomfortable and troublesome. Please rest assured that my conflict with the consul will never affect you!” The Duke of Buddy smiled and said.

As you can see, the Duke of Buddy has been through so much that nothing seems to have provoked his anger. Instead, he has always been considerate of Abel.

“Duke Buddy, this is what Count Hutt put here for me and it should be what you need!” Abel said as he took the box out of the bag and handed it over.

The Duke of Buddy picked up the box at random and struggled to remember the ceremony, but the move gave rise to a severe cough.

“Father, don't get up, I will thank Lord Bennett!” Count Hutt hurried forward to help the Duke of Buddy.

“Old, my body would have returned to the goddess if it hadn't been supported by the water of life!” The Duke of Buddy shook his head and said helplessly.

“Father, I'm going to get a refiner to refine the medicine for you. I'm going to ask Master Muir to do it, it will definitely be refined!” Count Hutt said tightly to the box in his hand.

The blood grass in this box is the only hope of curing the Duke of Buddy. For this blood grass, he easily got news of the blood grass through the family relationship. He went to buy it through the flying beast with low profile, and the transaction was successful.

Who knows that the flying beast was attacked by the flying spirit beast on the road, for fear of exposing his whereabouts, he took only the intermediate Druid companion, which was supposed to be a safe journey, but even under the natural protection of the intermediate Druid, the flying spirit beast attacked them.

If it hadn't been for Abel, he would have been trapped in the Volvo Forest.

Although blood grass is now available, only one copy can guarantee that the material will not be wasted, and the Duke of Buddy cannot wait for the next blood grass to appear.