Abe the Wizard

Wizard Drayton lowered his head as he listened to the rant. Truth be told, he had wanted to complain about Wizard Cliff right now. If he didn’t ask him about how the Blacksmith Union has refused to make a magic staff for him, he would’ve never made the offer to charge Abel with treason. He was holding it all in, but really, he felt bad to have gone through all that trouble for nothing.

Abel just became a grandmaster blacksmith. Since teleportation circles were widespread in this world, it didn’t take long for the news to spread across every existing society there was.

Liandre George didn’t know about it, though. He was too scared of Wizard Morton, so he was already packing up to go to his southern palace for a trip to “maintain his health,” apparently.

Grand Duke Edwina heard about Abel as she was still in Angstorm City. She was completely shocked by the progress that Abel made. Abel was already a master alchemist. It must’ve taken at least several centuries for him to reach the top-level of something else. As it turned out, however, that guess was completely off.

As annoyed as she was with Abel leaving without saying goodbye, Grand Duke Edwina now understood. For a genius like Abel, it was impossible to make him stay in one place.

It was now the second day in Cina City’s master blacksmith’s gathering event. Unlike before, the hall room was filled with casual chatters.

Abel never took back the blackfire magic staff. He just left it on top of the middle of the desk. It was free for all to see. There weren’t a lot of security measures that were put on it, so everyone could have access to look at how he managed to fit an external energy source to it.

Sometimes, the master blacksmiths would share their thoughts with Abel. Three of them hadn’t been in public for a while, so it was a very rare chance for Abel. They would talk about some ideas that weren’t fully matured yet, which would spark up a lot of creativity that would serve to inspire all who heard about it.

One of the staff members came in, “Master Morry! Master Morry! Big news! Grandmaster Abel just had all his status and lands removed from the duchy of Carmel! Even his properties in Bakong City have been retrieved by the authorities!”

The voice was extremely loud. It echoed across the entire building, which meant that all the ones that were inside could hear it very clearly. Soon, they all turned to Hoover at the same time. They knew how important he was in the duchy of Carmel. If there was anyone to turn to in this situation, it would have to be him.

Hoover’s face was completely red right now. Just a day before, he swore to Abel that he would “Protect all his interests that were in the duchy of Carmel.” What the duchy of Carmel did was, in every conceivable way, a slap in his face.

Hoover walked up to Abel and handed a sheepskin book to him, “Take this from me, Grandmaster Abel. This is what I’ve written about my thoughts on becoming a knight’s head commander. As for your properties in the duchy of Carmel, I’ll attend to it right away, and I swear, I’ll give you a proper explanation very quickly.”

Abel thanked Hoover sincerely, “Thank you so much, Master Hoover. Take your time while you’re helping me out, alright? It’s not your responsibility to begin with, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Actually, just stay here a bit longer. We’ll have a good, long discussion about it once this gathering event is over.”

Even Hoover’s eyes were starting to turn red, “No, I’m afraid that I can’t stay here any longer, Grandmaster Abel. Oh, no! I’m so embarrassed at the moment. Sorry, but I have to go now. I have to get this stuff sorted out for you as soon as possible. Take care now, and I’ll see you around. Make sure to have a good read at the book. If you have any questions about it, you can ask them when I come back. So, uh, yeah. I’ll be going now.”