Abel placed the long grey robe over his head and left the tower. Along the way, he ignored Finkle, the fatty who said hello to him last time. It was already late, Abel was afraid if he stayed and talked to Finkle, he would've never reached house no. 16 in time.
Walking down the mountain road, Abel felt a sense of malice again. This time he ignored it. He thought he could find out later on.
"Master, I need to report something to you!" Ken, dressed in an all-black steward suit, saluted Abel as he entered.
"What is it? Abel asked.
"The eldest prince, Julien George, will be ascending the throne in 3 days, and he invited you to his accession ceremony."
"Make an excuse for me, just say I am in a retreat researching and I can't attend!" Abel couldn't tell anyone about his study in the magic tower. Only the people that were close to him knew about it.
