Abe the Wizard

“Uncle Marshall, you arrange a trusted knight, I need to test one thing!” Abel smiled.

What he needs is a family knight, a knight that doesn't attract attention at all, and while there are many knights in the Kingdom of St. Ellis, what he needs to test is completely confidential.

“Then find the Dudley Knight, the second son of housekeeper Lindsay, who is perfectly trustworthy, but not dangerous, right?” The Duke of Marshall thought about it.

“There is no danger, it's just that I now have a place of faith in the Central Continent, which belongs to the gods of war. In that place of faith, there is a barbarian race, and the barbarian race has a special occupation, alongside the profession of wizard. Although there is no strong profession of wizard, it also has its own characteristics!” Abel explained with a smile.

His words have once again silenced both elders, who can imagine the extent to which Abel is now in power on the Central Continent.

It is presumed that those who used to laugh when they saw Abel throw down his throne and go to the central continent would be ashamed to know Abel's achievements.

Abel was so powerful in the Holy Land that he could not unite the mainland simply because of the restrictions of the Wizards' Guild, otherwise he would have united the Holy Land long ago.

When he was most successful, he got out and went to the central continent, and the courage needed was unimaginable to others.

The two elders listened to Abel, who also owned a piece of land on the Central Continent, although not a kingdom, but a place of ethnic survival and a separate occupation.

The fact that Morton wizards know about the barbarian profession, although wizards generally despise the barbarian profession, does not mean that it has no merit.

Any profession has a life expectancy far beyond that of the average person, but also a power that is unimaginable to the average person.

The difference between the wizard profession and the barbarian profession is only in different directions.

The wizard profession focuses on elemental attacks, powerful attacks and rapid movement, ensuring that the wizard profession has a strong fighting power.

The barbarian profession, however, focuses on defense and melee warfare, which naturally restrains the barbarian profession from witchcraft and makes it possible for the barbarian profession to preserve its life in times of danger and inability to escape.

Moreover, the status of a group of barbarian occupations is strong enough to boost the defence of a group of occupants, which is unmatched by any other occupation.

“Abel, I've heard that barbarian careers can only be practiced by barbarians, and other races cannot be practiced!” The Morton Wizard said with some doubt.

“The god of war has the ability to inspire people who don't have the barbarian training credentials, but I've never tested them on humans, so I need a trusted knight to test them!” Abel explained with a smile.

“Lindsay, let the Dudley knight come!” The Duke of Marshall then turned to Lindsay, the old butler beside him, and said:

What he just asked Abel was actually explaining to old housekeeper Lindsay to reassure old housekeeper Lindsay.

“Yes, sir!” Old housekeeper Lindsay bowed down.

Old housekeeper Lindsay's loyalty to Harry Castle goes without saying that his other son, Lindsay Xiao, now serves the Harry family in another estate.

The Duke of Marshall also promoted Dudley, the knight's gift, who, if grown up, could later become a member of the nobility.

The old housekeeper Lindsay is in the natural mind, and this kind of confidentiality should be borne by his own family.

Soon he arrived in the lobby with the Dudley Knight, an intermediate knight of 25 years of age, who had a very good gift for becoming an intermediate knight at that age.

“See His Majesty the Great Abel!” The Dudley knight fell on one knee and a knight's armor sounded a metal collision and said out loud.

Abel stood up and walked to the knight of Delhi, lifting him up.

“This is home, no need for gifts. I need your help. I don't know what you think.” Abel looked at the Dudley knight in front and asked.

“Death for Your Majesty!” Once again, the Dudley Knight said.

Abel had to lift him up again.

In fact, on the Holy Continent, the name Abe Harry is a true legend, a great name.

Up to nobility, knights, down to civilians, there is endless worship of Abel.

What the Dudley knight said about working for Abel wasn't just words, he thought so in his heart.

A hundred thousand knights of the Kingdom of St. Ellis, all of whom can fight for Abel if Abel commands them.

“Knight Dudley, if I succeed in this test, you will no longer be able to appear in public, but will remain in Castle Harry, and if you fail, of course, there will be no danger, let alone death, and I will arrange for you to go wherever you wish!” Abel sighed.

“Your Majesty, thanks to you!” The Dudley knight had no face, he said out loud.

He is a true knight, a knight of the Hariri family, whose honor is closely linked to the Hariri family, who now need him, and who can do whatever he wants.

Abel looked at the loyal knight and thought of the central continent's heartbeat. Without the knight, there would be no knighthood.

This is not a good thing or a bad thing for the Central Continent. As an outsider of the Central Continent, Abel prefers the atmosphere of the Holy Continent.

He concentrated his spirit and began to connect through the chain of souls to the gods of war in the distant central continental battle song Highland Sky Kingdom.

The chain of souls crosses the space, connecting the soul of the god of war with him.

He began to call on the power of the god of war, and in the distant kingdom of God, the 'upper ancient totem’ in the hands of the god of war began to shine a golden light.

The ‘Enlightenment Blessing' capability on the ‘Upper Ancient Totem' was activated, and after burning a little power of faith, this strange energy of 'Enlightenment Blessing’ passed through the chain of souls to Abel's side.

Abel looked serious at the moment, and although he didn't use his breath at all, the Morton Wizard present, the Duke Marshall, the old butler Lindsay and the Dudley Knight all felt a natural repression.

This is the feeling of man in the face of the Spirit. Although it is only a divine ability to ‘enlighten blessings’ that is transmitted from the other side of the chain of souls, it is because it is the god of war, the Dolph, who has personally carried out it, that he has a unique spiritual aura.

Abel's right hand flashed with a golden light. The Dudley knight could not help but kneel on his own knees, and Abel's right hand rested on his head.

The golden light of Abel's right hand suddenly grew larger and wrapped around the Dudley knight, who felt his whole body torn apart, as if his entire body had been heavily distorted.

At the same time, there is a great deal of knowledge in his soul, which is inherited from the barbarian profession.

The metal armor on the Dudley knight made a roaring noise as if the metal armor was under tremendous pressure.

Abel frowned and his spirit moved, leaving the Dudley knight's body with armor.

The muscles of the exposed Dudley knight's entire body are rapidly growing, and in just a minute's time, the Dudley knight's body has grown into a circle, from a relatively strong ordinary knight to a full-body muscle-blown man.

Just before the last golden light of 'Enlightenment Blessings' disappeared, the momentum on the Dudley Knight changed subtly.

Abel was delighted, ‘Enlightenment Blessings' succeeded!

In fact, he had nothing to worry about. A powerful god such as the god of war, Dolph, himself, could not ‘enlighten the blessings’ to succeed, then the ability of the god of war, Dolph, became a real problem.

It was only because this was the first human barbarian profession that Abel became more nervous.

“Knight Dudley, how are you feeling?” Abel looked at what the Dudley knight was perceiving with his eyes closed and asked.

“Your Majesty, I feel fine, my strength has grown a lot, and I have a lot more knowledge in my mind, and I think I should be able to practise my barbarian profession!” The Dudley knight opened his eyes and flashed a surprise in his eyes, he bowed.

“Dudley Knight, this power is so powerful that only wizards on the Holy Land can fight it, and you have a life span comparable to that of an equivalent wizard. Your destiny has changed since today, practice well!” Abel sighed.

“Yes, Your Grace!” The Dudley Knight answered loudly.

“Uncle Marshall, teacher, go to the fort!” Abel bowed to the two elders and then to the Dudley knight: “Follow me! ”

Out of the lobby, the side castle of Harry Castle, where Abel used to live.

Today, the arrangement is the same as it used to be, but no one comes to live here anymore, and it's like a holy place all over the Holy Land.

Upstairs, in the study on the second floor, Abel swept along and pushed a bookcase aside.

He then removed from the artifact space bag a statue of the god of war, the size of a normal person, and placed it in the original bookcase.

“Flavi, no one is allowed in here except Uncle Marshall and Teacher Morton!” He commanded the sky.

This place is completely under Flavi's surveillance, and Flavi's orders, though unanswerable, are heard.

The Duke of Marshall, the Morton Wizard, and the Dudley Knight looked at the statue in front of them, which was completely different from the statue seen on a weekday, and had a very scary atmosphere above it, giving rise to fears in one's own mind.

“This is the idol of the god of war. In the future, if anyone needs to become a barbarian professional, as long as I pray in front of the idol, I will judge whether or not to agree to the 'Enlightenment Blessing', and if anyone in the family needs to live forever in the kingdom of God, I can constantly pray to the idol!” Abel looked to the Duke of Marshall.

“Abel, I will give Duke Bennett time to come and ask his opinion, and your mother Nara, Big Godzak, as for me, I will do my best to believe in the gods of war!” The Duke of Marshall smiled.

Even guess what Abel said about Effie, his resurrected wife, to make him immortal, but he didn't want to give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

Abel grew fast, and he believed that day would not be far off.

“Knight Dudley, this is the god of war that gives you the barbarian profession. Whether you choose to believe in the god of war or not, do as you please!” Abel smiled and said to the Dudley knight.

“Will faith change my loyalty to the Harry family, Your Majesty?” The Dudley knight looked at the statue of the god of war with some fear and hesitation.

In his education, the followers of the gods influence their judgment and may do unexpected things.

And he feared the gods, and because he was a knight, and he was faithful to the Harry family and to Abel.

“Haha, the gods of war are part of the Harry family, so I'll say you don't care what you choose!” Abel couldn't help laughing.

“Your Majesty, I choose to believe in you and become your savage knight!” The Dudley knight bowed without hesitation.

Abel smiled and patted the shoulders of the Dudley knight. He didn't really care what people in the family would do with faith.

In fact, as long as the people in the family have a hint of faith in the god of war, Abel can plunge his soul into the kingdom of God at the time of his death by depleting the power of faith.

Of course, ordinary gods do not do this, and gods do not consume precious power of faith for the sake of hypocrites.

The Morton Wizard looked at the statue of the god of war, and it was hard to imagine a god with such power, but only Abel's covenant.

This statue obviously possesses some ability to photograph people's minds. After prolonged vision, it will inadvertently trigger a sense of worship of the gods of war. It is estimated that some faith will naturally arise if prolonged contact occurs.

Since he is a professional, he is in itself strongly resistant to such beliefs in order to be able to perceive them.

He did not say it, and he was well aware that Abel could not harm the Harry family, let alone the Duke of Marshall.

“Teacher, I'm going to the Magic Tower. Come with me!” Abel saw the look on the face of a Malton wizard, naturally knowing what he was thinking, and smiled.

Farewell to the Duke of Marshall, the two men used ‘instant movement' directly to reach the backhill magic tower of Castle Harry.

Without immediately returning to his own magic tower, Abel looked around, and thanks to the large clustering magic array, the intensity of the magic reached a level comparable to that of the central continental wizard organization.

No wonder there are many official wizards here, and the number of magic towers has increased since his last return.

“Teacher, I'm a little upset about the security here, I brought a little defense this time!” Abel looked at the Morton wizard next to him and said.

“Defense? You want to keep some strength here? Will it affect your security on the Central Continent?” The Morton Wizard asked in unison.

He thought that if Abel left behind some strength, it would inevitably reduce some strength in the Central Continent, and if Abel came back this time because of the chaos, he could imagine that Abel was not in a good position in the Central Continent.