The only thing an extra fallen angel did to the crystal angel statue was provide large amounts of faith.
At first, Abel was worried if it would attract the attention of the Holy Kingdom once he returned to the Central Continent, but Izual kept praying just like he was in the Dark World, and nothing happened.
Abel also sat on his metal fort like always. Drinking a glass of juice with Doff on his side while admiring the view from afar.
It had become a habit for them. Since Frankenstein still hadn't mastered his law of fire energy, Abel stayed in retreat. If he was not making potions would sit here and take in the faiths.
"Master, Steward Myer is here with a portal wine jug, and he also said the 500 barrels of strong wine are in the dungeon!" The research spirit reported.
"Already?" Abel smiled and mumbled.
