Chapter 41
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Abel took out the rune sign from his bosom. According to The Knight of Marshall, the rune sign was designed to repel away enemies. Only the #4 rune, Nef, fit the description to cast such a special ability.
The 4# Nef was meant for chasing enemies away. Once cast, it would deal +30 defense against ranged attacks.
This was the first time that Abel had seen a rune in this kind of form. Both runes had a very different method of usage, It was very similar to the runes in Diablo 2. However, the runes from Diablo 2 were required to be equipped onto the equipment before it was able to function. On the other hand, the runes in front of Abel needed to be crushed before using them.
Abel picked up the rune sign and studied it carefully. He didn't know what material it was made from. The rune sign looked like it was made from stone or wood, but as Abel inspected closer, they weren't. So Abel couldn't even uncover what it was made from, and there wasn't anyone to ask.
The runes above were written in pretty much the same way as the Dwarf's spell-forging book, except that it was missing some kind of runic circuits. Furthermore, it wasn't powered by any gem, so Abel couldn't even figure out how the rune was gaining its' power from.
At first, Abel had looked down on the technological advancements of this world. However, now that he had once again witnessed the purpose of these runes, as well as discovering the legendary 300 years lifespan of the wizards. Abel began to realize, this world's civilization was developing in a direction completely different from his old world.
Abel realized something here. In this world, technology was not meant to be convenient nor helpful for the average people. Even the smartest researcher was more focused on theories alone, let alone focus on things that could raise the standard of living of the society as a whole.
Just think about it, almost everyone on Earth had ways to make fire. But in this world, the wizard could stretch their hands make fire with a spell. And since that was the case, no one bothered to find better ways to do things. Even if the "elites" managed to innovate, all the benefits would just go to themselves and not anyone else.
From what Abel had heard from The Knight Of Marshall, the wizards didn't question what ordinary people could do, and ordinary people often had a very hard time communicating with wizards.
What Abel didn't realize was that the runic sign he despised was a very valuable item to that novice wizards. These wizards were known for using such expensive items.
As Abel slowly traced the runes from the rune board onto the sheepskin with his rune pen, he carefully contrasted every detail to perfection and precision.
The next morning, Abel completed his basic knight training and handed Black Wind to his Butler Lindsey. After he had his breakfast and headed out directly to the temporary blacksmith guild.
The Knight Of Marshall decided to wait until the orcs gathering time on the map to finally announce the end of the orc attack. As Marshall hasn't made the announcement yet, the castle was full of leaders. During these times, the servants of the castle were very busy as they had to prepare two meals for so many people.
In this world, most people other than the wealthy and nobles, usually only had two meals a day. After paying a large amount of tax on the exports of the land, there wasn't much left for themselves. With Harvest City being the fiefdom's primary source of the granary as well as Knight Of Marshall being the Lord of the castle, he had to distribute a large number of provisions for the general public around the area.
As Abel passed through the public square, people bowed to him from the side of their makeshift tents. He always nodded back to them with a smile. These kind gestures and actions from Abel ignited rumors that Master Abel, the successor of the Lord was a kind, peaceful and loving man. As a result of these rumors, it filled the leaders with hope for the future.
After Abel entered his operations room, he took out a forged sword of hundred skills that already had a groove on the sword handle.
According to the Magical Weapons Forging Guide, the fundamental material required to make the 4 main magical runes ink was similar. The only difference was that Fire magic runes ink were mixed with fire type plants. Ice magic runes ink were mixed with ice type plants. Electric runes ink were injected with electric eels blood, and toxic runes ink were injected with venomous snake venom.
As for making the runes ink that was capable of repelling attacks, Abel wanted to keep the same fundamental materials in all 4 of these runes ink but removed all the other materials that had special properties.
There were all sorts of materials within the operations room since Master Bentham has collected various materials for many years, and after Abel had successfully forged the magic weapon, Master Bentham was able to post material requests from the Mercenary Union which allowed him to gather even more fresh materials.
This wasn't the first time Abel was making the rune ink, but this time there was no detailed configuration description. He was only able to create this ink according to the previous configuration experience while exploring new variants. By subtracting several materials as would've changed the balance of the configuration process. To precisely and correctly configure the new ink, Abel needed to find out the new balance point of these materials.
One portion of lost spirit grass, one portion of breadfruit, 20 drops of bitter almond oil, 12 drops of Holly oil, 10 drops of jungle frog blood, 8 drops of rosemary, 12 drops of eucalyptus, 5 drops of lemon essence, and finally pure water.
As all the materials were taken out, Abel had to think twice about each of the material that he put in –The fusion time of the front material, the release time of the back material, and the intensity of the fire.
It was easy to determine the success of the ink, this world had a wizard characteristic formula. Abel's magic ink was one of them, if the configuration was successful, there would be a faint white light during the split second of the moment of success. As long as you saw the white flash, it meant that the ink had been successfully configured.
After continuous tries of experimentation in attaining the successful configuration, Abel conducted a method commonly used by previous generations of scientists. Which was to record his every move of the steps he made and timed himself with an hourglass and recorded down any useful or related information.
Abel was very patient with his research. Every attempt after the previous, a small change was made according to the previous record. In one day, although the configuration of ink was not successful, Abel's configuration level had made great progress. He had improved tremendously throughout the day.
When Abel realized that he only had enough materials for tomorrow's experiment. He went forward to his Steward, Lindsey, and asked him to arrange some mercenaries from the Mercenaries Guild to collect some materials back for him.
The second day of the configuration with the runes went comparative smoothly. At the 86th attempt of Abel's experiment record, there was a flashing white light on the rune pen. Abel could not help but admire those who have studied and researched the four runes. This was because Abel didn't invent a new formula. Instead, he removed some of the materials from the original formula and compared it with the previous formula, all while conducting scientific experiment methods. It took him 86 times to finally succeed and he took more materials to attain the correct configuration as well as he didn't compare them. But he could hardly imagine how much time did they took to research to get these results.
Looking at the ink on his hand, Abel was filled with a sense of accomplishment. If the experiment is successful, the value of the rune ink in his hand would worth even more than the 4 main types of rune ink. This was because the ink in his hand had no special properties and could be used more widely.
Abel took out his rune brush and began to draw the runes, it was like a walk in the park to him at this point. He expended his power of the will, the sword of a hundred skills had been magnified multiple times in his eyes. The rune brush moved smoothly on the back of the blade. This time, he even added a few extra rune energy routes to the old rune formula to maximize the energy delivered.
Throughout these months of forging the sword of hundred skills and writing magical runes, Abel realized his Power of Will had increased a little. Normally, Abel's power of the will would be completely drained after completing a magical rune, but this time he still had a little bit left. However, the difference was so insignificant, ordinary people can't notice it.
Abel was very excited by this discovery. He always relied on this mysterious power of the will, yet he never knew that he could increase it. If it kept on increasing in the future, it would be very beneficial to his study of runes.
Abel knew that these runes in front of him could be combined into the rune language "Ancient Vow". However, one challenge he faced was that all 3 runes in the rune language "Ancient Vow", always had to be drawn in one sitting. Abel always thought he won't have enough power of the will to do it, but now, he finally had a glimpse of hope.
Abel knew deep down in his heart that he was only 13 years old. The Power of the will would gradually increase as he gets older. Especially now that he had discovered a way to exercise his power of the will, he would be able to draw the rune language "Ancient Vow"
For the choices of gem to be put onto the sword handle, Abel picked a diamond that was made from three steel gems. Diamonds were known to be one of the most beloved stones in this world for women. To them, it was a symbol of love and fidelity.
However, for Abel. He chose the diamond because it had no attributes, and it was the purest gem out of the bunch.
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Chapter 42
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The crucial part would come when Abel placed the gem into the gap. Yes, once he did so, he would have to guide his own Power of the Will through the energy path.
There were only 2 exploding big swords and a scroll of Town Portal in Abel's Horadric cube. During his battle with Simon the worgen, he used one exploding big sword, and he hadn't made a new replica ever since. Luckily for him, if he failed this time, he could just throw the product into the Horadric and fuse the three swords into one big sword.
By this point, Abel gained a lot of experience when it came to guiding the force of the gem to the center of the rune. After about half an hour, however, this rune he drew didn't seem strong enough to do the job. The outer strokes of the rune began to turn red, and soon it melted and vanished. After it had melted off, the power of the gem began to disappear as well.
It wasn't like it was the first time that Abel had failed. Oddly enough, though, the problem seemed to be with the rune ink this time.
But it shouldn't have been. When Abel was mixing the rune ink, it was shining in white sparkles, which meant that the ink formula was right.
Was it because the rank of the rune ink was not high enough? Was the gem simply too powerful? Abel evaluated for a bit. He was already using the best ingredients for the rune ink. It didn't seem possible to find any better ingredients.
Abel kept on thinking. In the dwarf's magical weapon forging guide, there was rune drawing instruction and rune ink formula for weapons of every attribute. Actually, not for the attribute-less runes. Abel could not figure out why. After all, they should be the easiest ones to make.
But actually, even the dwarfs could not help it. The ingredients required to make attribute-less rune ink were too hard to obtain for ordinary people. Hardly anyone apart from the wizards could supply them which was why the dwarves wouldn't even bother putting it in their magical weapon forging guide.
Ordinary runes ink only drew its energy from one attribute source. However, these so-called attribute-less runes ink had multiple sources. In other words, it was a mixture of all the existing attributes. It was also much more potent than other types of runes. Therefore, normal ingredients for rune ink could not withstand it, and that's why things like the runes strokes melting off had happened to Abel.
Abel took out the rune sign from his chest pocket. It was said that this sign could evoke the attacking power of an attribute-less rune, which meant that these attribute-less runes could be used. However, the only problem was that Abel didn't know what kind of ink was used to write this rune. Furthermore, this rune seemed to be its source of energy. Since the rune was still visible in the sign, it had to be supported by some unknown energy that Abel was unaware of.
Abel had an idea. If the normal potion could be combined to make a potion of higher ranking, could he do the same with rune ink?
At that moment Abel felt a passion burning within him. If it was about the two exploding sword within his Horadric Cube, he wanted nothing more than to throw them somewhere far away. They were useless to Abel since all they did was waste space for him to make new things with the Horadric Cube.
After he had confirmed on his idea, he dug a deep hole outside the castle, and carelessly thew the two exploding sword inside.
BANG. It was like a walk in the park. Abel thought that he should've just done this earlier.
After Abel had returned to his workshop, he took out the Scroll of Town Portal from the Horadric cube, and carefully placed it in a metal box. These are the most important possessions of Abel. If he wasn't in need of combining something, Abel would often keep the Scroll of Town Portal in the Horadric Cube. That way both of these treasures could stay in the same spot and be safe.
Abel took out some more ingredients. He made 3 attribute-less ink according to the formula and threw them into the Horadric Cube straight away. In a flash of white light, these 3 rune ink disappeared without a trace. In the top left corner of the Horadric Cube, a new bottle of the rune ink began to appear.
It was a success. This opened up a large potential for things Abel could do with the Horadric Cube in the future. But little did he know, the value of this rune ink was so much higher than most things available for purchase in this world. The dwarves would be willing to trade countless exotic gems for something like this.
Abel picked up this new bottle of rune ink and dumped it into a darkness style crystal bottle. The bottle was shimmering in blue sparkles. From past experience of combining potions, Abel knew that this was an intermediate rune ink, and all the ones he had used before were all basic levels.
Abel took out an almost finished modal of a sword of a hundred skills and began to draw the rune on it straight away. He had gained experience in drawing this rune from the last attempt, so this time it was a lot faster. However, using intermediate rune ink required a lot more power of the will. After he had completed, he once again felt that knees weakening lethargic feeling, it reminded him of the time where he drew his first rune.
Abel rested for a while. As soon as his power of the will was recovered, he immediately placed a gem into the sword handle. He then used his Power of the will again and guided the energy from the gem to the rune.
This time, Abel was actively guiding the energy throughout the rune. It wasn't like he had full control of it, however. He did not expect the speed of the energy to travel so fast. A large amount of it shot out from the gem towards Abel's power of the will, like a car speeding on a highway. Luckily, Abel reacted on time. He also sped up his reflex in using the Power of the Will, and almost finished the guiding process with a little less than ten minutes.
Abel's eyes were fully fixed on the magic sword in front of him. It was shimmering in blue sparkles, but it was not the type of blue from those ice magic swords. If you looked at it carefully, you would notice it was actually the same blue sparkles as the bottle of intermediate rune ink.
The blue sparkles swam around in the strokes of the rune for a while, and slowly faded away. Abel stared at this magic sword in his hand.
"These blue sparkles. Does it mean that this magic sword had a higher rank than all the other ones?" Abel thought to himself.
No one could give him a straight answer for that. Up to this point, Abel had been the only one who was doing the investigating and experimenting.
Abel waved this attribute-less magic sword around. It felt just like the normal ones, and its uses should be the same as well.
He then chopped up some firewood with the sword. Again, it felt just like all his other swords. Nothing special really happened.
Abel put the Scroll of Town Portal back into his Horadric Cube and left the operation room caring for his new magic sword.
"Have you seen the Knight of Marshall?" Abel stopped and asked steward Lindsey, who was busy with his own tasks.
"Young Master, the headmaster was in the training room," Lindsay replied, to which Abel thanked him and headed for the training room.
The butler Lindsey smiled as he watched Abel walked away. He was very proud of this young master. With only 13 years of age, Abel was unlike other noble youngsters who only cared about living a lavish lifestyle. Everyone knew that Abel was a genius but who knew just how much effort and dedication this young master had put into his work.
Steward Lindsay had seen many noble youngsters throughout the years, and none of them had the dedication of young master Abel. After the young master became a Master Blacksmith, all he did throughout the days were making things in his workshop.
Not many people other than Steward Lindsey knew about this. Also, not a lot of people knew that the Knight of Marshall's favorite ice magic sword, the castle savior Harry's bow and the two gigantic bear trap that captured a few giant beasts trying to enter the castle, were all handiworks made directly from the young master himself.
Maybe when Abel had become an adult, Harry's knight estate would already become Harry's Lord estate. WIth Abel in the house, there was no limit in the potential he could bring to those around him.
Abel, on the other hand, didn't seem too concerned about what Lindsay was thinking. Now, all that he could think about was to test the new magic sword with the Knight of Marshall.
The moment when Abel had entered the training room, he could already hear the sound of a big sword slicing through the air. It seemed like the Knight of Marshall was practicing his basics.
Abel did not interrupt the man. Instead, he simply watched from the side and wait for the Knight of Marshall to finish.
The Knight of Marshall was practicing the basics. Yes, the basics, but Abel could feel the impact of the swings from several meters away. The Knight of Marshall was putting his entire strength into his swings, which was contradictory to the "never go all out rule" he had often heard on earth.
While he continued to watch the Knight of Marshall practicing his moves, Abel started imagining inside his head. He began to imagine what would happen if he was standing in front of the Knight of Marshall.
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Chapter 43
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When the Knight of Marshall's strikes reached peak performance, his imposing manner had fully captured Abel's attention.
Abel just couldn't' take his eyes away from the Knight of Marshall. As he watched the Knight of Marshall drawing a perfectly straight line in the air with his sword, he knew that he had only 2 options to react to his attacks. He could try a counterattack. Or, he could take a step back to make a retreat.
Abel was reimagining the fight for about a hundred times with his Power of the Will. It didn't matter how many times he had tried. Whatever he thought his moves were, he would always be smashed into pieces within one move.
After surrendering for countless times, Abel gave up and focused himself back to reality. As it turned out, there was a major difference in the ways that fights were waged between planet Earth and the world he was in. Due to long years of cold weapon uses and physical battle, they had become very acclimated to using these simple weapons and making simple moves. Yet, every one of these moves they made was applied with full force.
The orcs were the biggest enemy to the humans in this world. It should be very clear by now. If humans didn't apply full strength to their attacks, it would be very hard for them to penetrate the thick skin of their rivaling species. Since the orcs were much faster and more flexible than the humans, the humans had to make their attacks as direct and simple as possible.
When Abel realized that he had become a rank 5 novice knight, he was still not quite familiar with the ways that different sword striking techniques were performed. After seeing the Knight of Marshall practice today, Abel gained a new perspective on how he should go about his training.
"Abel, were you looking for me?" the Knight of Marshall called out and stopped waving his sword.
"Oh," said Abel, coming back to reality through The Knight of Marshall's voice. "I am here to test out my new sword"
The Knight of Marshall suddenly became excited as he stared at the sword Abel was holding. He asked "Is this the sword? What's its ability?"
The Knight of Marshall was well aware that Abel could forge two kinds of magic swords, but his favorite was still the ice magic sword, although the striking power was a little stronger on the fire magic sword. When fighting against a stronger opponent, slowing down their moves were much more helpful.
Since Abel was coming to test out a new magic sword. It shouldn't be either a fire or ice, it should be a completely new type of magic sword. The Knight of Marshall was thrilled. The ice magic sword and Harry's bow that Abel gave him had already raised his fighting ability.
Abel thought for a while. The ability of the rune was to rumble away from his enemies. Since chopping wood didn't make any difference, maybe what he need was a physical opponent. So that's why he found the Knight of Marshall.
"Uncle Marshall, I'll strike with my sword and you try to defend it with your sword. Let's see what happens."
"No problem," the Knight of Marshall was very confident in his ability, and Abel's power should be too strong anyway.
"Ready?" Abel lifted the big sword above his head. Since he had just witnessed the Knight of Marshall's strikes, the scenario that he had imagined with his power of the will had become prevalent again during that split second. His power of the will pun widely, as though as the sword had become one with him.
The expression of the Knight of Marshall immediately changed. He felt a gigantic sword pressing above him. Was this the sword impose? Only experts who spent years of training could have the sword impose.
The first time that the Knight of Marshall had attained a sword impose was about 5 years ago. Abel had only practiced his sword skill for a short while. When he adopted Abel from the Knight of Bennett, Bennett already told him everything he needed to know about Abel's ability.
Abel had entered a state similar to the first time he used a hundred skills model. Combat qi began to fill his entire body, and soon it began to flash with glory. Abel felt like he had become a sharp gigantic blade. When the energy reached their peak, Abel felt all his combat qi rushed towards the big sword. However, since his rank was still too low, the combat qi could not travel into the big sword. Yet, it still sped up the big sword as he strikes down. It chopped through the air like a piece of sheepskin, making a cracking sound.
The Knight of Marshall was speechless. As an intermediate knight, he could counteract this strike, but it also required him to use his own combat qi. He knew that once he used his combat qi, he would go all out and it would be very hard to not hurt Abel.
The Knight of Marshall jumped back and dodged the strike. After making this empty strike, Abel had used up all his energy, he couldn't even hold his sword and it fell straight towards the floor. Abel immediately sat down, relentlessly inhaling huge breaths.
Novice knights could only use combat qi once at a time. When they used it, it wouldn't damage their core, but they still need a few days of recovery until they could use it again."
Abel had just tried to imitate an advanced sword striking stand. It had ignited all the combat qi in his body to explode at once.
"What happened?" Abel asked. He sat on the floor, still feeling dizzy upon waking up from his flash of realization.
The Knight of Marshall felt so stupid. It was like he was a pig or something. He spent decades, only until he was in his 30s he learned to do the sword impose. However, this 13-year-old teenager in front of him learned how to do it just by going through a flash of realization.
As a grown man, the Knight of Marshall had never experienced a flash of realization before. But this kid, Abel had already experienced it twice. How come the disparity between people was so big.
The Knight of Marshall suddenly had a change of mind. He was reminded that this kid was actually his successor. Suddenly, he's felt kind of happy about that. After all, the Harry family hadn't had a real heir.
"Did you had another flash of realization?" The Knight of Marshall said, clutching his teeth.
"No wonder why I feel so weak. Does it have to be like this every time?" Abel said. He felt a bit helpless, as though the flash of realization was troubling him.
The Knight of Marshall stared coldly at Abel, he cracked his knuckles. He wondered if he should go to Abel to teach him a lesson. It seemed like he didn't even appreciate how gifted he was.
"Why did you step back? Or… did you get knocked back?" Abel said surprisingly. He realized the Knight of Marshall had changed position.
"Are you crazy? I stepped back myself" the Knight of Marshall replied directly to Abel. He couldn't understand where the surprising tone in Abel's voice could have stemmed from.
Abel stood up disappointingly after he regained a bit of energy. His combat qi has been completely drained, only an empty shell left in his meridian. But he was not planning to use his combat qi again anyway.
"Again, this time I'll just use the force in my body. So just try to defend with your sword," said Abel as he lifted the big sword above his head again. Since his energy had not fully recovered his energy, the movements seemed to be a bit slow.
The Knight of Marshall got into his defensive position, placing his sword horizontally across his chest. He gave Abel an affirming look, suggesting he was ready.
The big sword strikes down. As expected, it traveled slowly through the air. The Knight of Marshall felt like he doesn't even need to try to counteract it, he could just remain still.
The moment when their swords made contact with each other. it didn't make a loud sound since there wasn't much force in the first place.
When the Knight of Marshall was about to laugh at Abel, for this atrociously weak strike of his. Suddenly, an unstoppable force expelled from Abel's big sword. This force did not hurt him, but it seemed to hold the weight of a mountain. The Knight of Marshall couldn't help but get knocked backward. 1 steps.. 2 steps.. 3steps.. the Knight of Marshall got knocked back 10 steps until he came to a halt.
The cocky expression in the Knight of Marshall's face completely vanished, and it was replaced with a shocked expression. He was 100 percent certain that this force could not have come from Abel since Abel was so weak. This force made the Knight of Marshall felt very insignificant, the last time he felt like this way, was when he met a commander a long time ago. But still, it was nothing compared to the force he felt this time.
Actually, this unknown force was coming from the rune that was marked on the sword. That rune has the ability of "rumble off enemy", which states that it could knock your opponent backward. Once rune was ignited, the reality would be set in stone, no matter how powerful your opponent was, they had to step back. It was a powerful force that both the Knight of Marshall and Abel could not comprehend.
"What.. what's the ability of this sword?" asked the Knight of Marshall, his eyes completely locked onto the blade. He was clearly thinking about snatching sword away from Abel's hand.
"Rumble off the enemy? Seems like you had just been rumbled off," Abel said as he happily stared at the sword in his hand. He succeeded again.
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The Knight of Marshall grunted loudly. He filled his entire body with combat qi. However, since he didn't want to hurt Abel with the rumble, he didn't let the combat qi affect the big sword in his hand.
"Again!"
The Knight of Marshall was a bit unsatisfied that he got knocked backward by Abel's strike last time. He had underestimated the power of Abel's sword, but the Knight of Marshall didn't lose any motivation. An intermediate knight had to have faith in his own combat qi.
Abel watched the Knight of Marshall flashing with a body full of combat qi. He wondered if he could produce another rumble with this strike again. Even though Abel's body was feeling very weak, as he stared into the affirming eyes of the Knight of Marshall, he took a deep breath and lift the sword above his head once again.
This time Abel, felt so weak that he did not apply any force in his strike. He felt a little intimidated by the Knight of Marshall's combat qi. Abel knew by heart this the fighters of this world were different from the ones on earth. They went all out in move, so getting injured was unavoidable.
Abel's big sword traveled downward with the force of gravity towards the Knight of Marshall's sword. By that time even the Knight of Marshall had felt that Abel was getting weaker.
Their swords made contact with each other once again. Since Abel did not apply any force, his sword barely bounced off. It only lightly landed on the Knight of Marshall's sword. The Knight of Marshall wanted to shout at Abel, asking him what's the matter, but suddenly that unstoppable force of energy had rushed towards him from Abel's sword again.
The Knight of Marshall wanted to withstand the force with his combat qi, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still human. No human could withstand the force of a mountain.
1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps… 10 steps
This time, the Knight of Marshall had been knocked back another 10 steps by the rumble. It was like his combat qi had made no difference. How could this be possible, Abel didn't even apply any force to his strike. It's like the Knight of Marshall was destined to be knocked back.
"Abel, you know… I am actually very good at using double swords", said the red-eyed Knight of Marshall in a creepy tone, like he was alluring children.
The Knight of Marshall thought this sword must be very helpful to him in battle. If he knew that the enemy would be knocked backward regardlessly. He could plan in advance to execute his final strike, thus increasing his chance of taking the life of his enemy.
In another scenario, if the Knight of Marshall had encountered a very powerful opponent, if he could just knock them back 10 steps, he would be much more likely to escape.
This magical sword could be the lifesaver of a knight. Even if he didn't use it normally, he would carry it around just in case if he needed to escape or kill someone. The weight of a big sword was nothing to an intermediate knight anyway.
"Uncle Marshall, you…" before Abel had even finished his sentence, he decided to just throw the sword directly towards the Knight of Marshall. The rune on this sword was provided by the Knight of Marshall anyway. Since the knight has helped Abel so much, a magic sword wasn't really a big deal.
Abel then proceeded to speak, "The rune on this magic sword was made according to the one on the rune sign you gave me a few days ago. I know how to apply it now. The result wasn't too bad."
The Knight of Marshall was filled with confusion, he had kept the rune sign in his secret chamber for over 10 years. He had only given it to Abel a few days ago, and already he had created a magic sword with the same power? Unbelievable.
But was the rune on this sword exactly the same as the one on the rune sign? The rune sign must be smashed in order for its power to be effective, so it could only be used once. However, the power in this magic sword could be affective every time it strikes.
On top of that, this magic sword held immense power. Although the knight of Marshall knew that magic weapons could have all kinds of effects, most of them still revolve around the attributes of ice, fire, electricity, and poison. The Knight of Marshall had never heard of one that could knock people backward with rumble throughout his decades-long journey as a knight.
The Knight of Marshall stared at Abel. He was shocked that this kid could create such powerful weapons by only copying the rune from a rune sign. Calling Abel a genius could no longer justify his abilities. The Knight of Marshall was lost for words, all he could do now was to keep reminding himself, I have to send Abel to the wizards. An out of the world genius like this doesn't belong in the human world.
"Uncle Marshall, have fun with the sword. I'll get going now", as Abel saw that the Knight of Marshall was deep in thoughts. He didn't want to bother him, so he turned and left.
"Abel, make sure you rest well. No matter what, don't use your combat qi for the next few days. Ok?", the Knight of Marshall warned Abel as he slowly came back into reality.
When a novice knight used his combat qi for the first time, they would expel all the qi from their meridian. Afterward, only the empty shell would be left. Therefore they need to rest for a few days in order for the meridian to recover. However, if they decided to use their combat qi during these days of recovery, they would be drawing energy directly from the meridian. Then, even that empty shell would be used up. If the empty shell was gone, recovery would no longer be an option, the Knight had to train from beginning all over again.
Of course, Abel knew about this. He was not even planning to leave his room for the next few days. He just wanted to make good use of this time, quietly practice writing runes by himself to increase his power of the will.
After Abel had left, the Knight of Marshall continued to stare at the attribute-less magic sword in his hand. He felt overwhelmingly powerful, as though he could battle an entire army. This gave him an urge to rush to Harvest City and have a sword flighting competition with Viscount Dickens.
But of course, this could only be a fantasy of the Knight of Marshall. The rank of Viscount Dickens was still miles above him. As a commander, Viscount Dickens could also easily best the Knight of Marshall's to death. Therefore, no matter how powerful was your weapon, it still won't make much difference if you were fighting against someone who was much more powerful than you.
As a commander, one could use combat qi to form armor around your body. Therefore, it could weaken the power of every powerful attack. Normal attacks would not even budge this combat qi armor in the slightest bit. For example, Harry's bow might be a nightmare for lesser ranking soldiers. But to higher-ranking ones, it might not even pose a threat.
The Knight of Marshall started to wave around the attribute-less magic sword in his training room again. He began to gain a grasp of the ability of this sword. The rumble would only come out when striking an enemy. The Knight of Marshall really liked this mysterious ability about his new sword. He then placed both of the magic swords he had on to his back, one on each side, forming a cross. The Knight of Marshall couldn't wait until the orc attack was over. He was desperate to go to the Knight of Bennett and have a sword fighting competition with him.
Meanwhile, Abel had returned to his room. As he sat on his chair, he wondered if he should forge a super magic weapon. Since he had now been able to increase the ranking of his rune ink to the greatest rank, he should be able to forge a super ice magic sword with that last perfect perfect blue gem he had.
After Abel had this idea, he had an urge to go back to the blacksmith guild immediately. However, he knew his body was still too weak. He needed a good rest before experimenting again.
Abel took out his rune brush, dipped it into some rune ink, and proceeded to draw runes on to a long block of wood. This was the only way he could think of to increase his power of the will, and only real rune ink could perfectly provoke his power of the will. Normal ink could not achieve this effect at all. It's a waste, but whatever. Steward Lindsey had already gotten some new ingredients from the Mercenary Union, and he had 5 figures worth of gold coins in his Horadric cube. Abel couldn't help but curl his lips, I'm too rich anyway.
Abel's brush strokes were sometimes vicious like a snake, yet sometimes smooth like a river. He drew his familiar fire rune on to the wood. The rune ink continued to drain his power of the will. When Abel felt like he had completed the rune, suddenly the rune on the wood began to turn black. It was like the rune was attracting some unknown substances from the atmosphere. Soon the wood began to burn and turned in to charcoal.
Runes could absorb energy from the atmosphere. It was the first time Abel had drawn a rune on something nonmetal, he did not expect things like this would occur.
Runes were actually very unbalanced magic symbols. If a sense of balance wasn't achieved by applying the suitable rune ink on to a corresponding surface. The energy it attracted from the atmosphere would continue to build up until it damaged the surface of whatever material it was on. Sometimes it would even end in an explosion.
All the rune inks Abel had were only suitable for metal surface, he didn't even know rune ink for other types of surface existed. But at the same time, he couldn't care less. He was only using it to increase his power of the will anyway. He was not expecting to create anything.
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Chapter 45
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Abel felt something biting his leg. As he looked down on the ground, he saw Black Wind playfully gnawing its teeth on his pants. He picked up the puppy, held his arms around it, and began to caress it on its soft, furry back. Black Wind looked like a miniature dog now. While it was still small enough to be picked up, the money that was spent on its feed was already the same as that of an adult horse.
After being disturbed by the Black Wind, Abel no longer had the motivation to practice with his Power of the Will. Pretty soon, he picked it up and went straight to bed. While Black Wind wanted to play, it just kept on struggling while it was in Abel's arms the entire time. It didn't get to escape until Abel was completely asleep.
In the afternoon the next day, Abel felt an itch near his face and opened his eyes. It was Black Wind, and it was licking Abel's face with its little tongue. As Abel opened his eyes, it greeted him by barking at him twice. As the two were bound by soul, Abel could tell that Black WInd was looking for some feed. Usually, the servant would come to feed Black Wind in the morning, but Abel had slept in today, so no one bothered to knock on his door.
A maid came in after Abel pulled on the bell near his bed. Usually, Abel wouldn't have any servants to accompany him because of how busy he was. Besides, he was just a child, and all the other maids got their own tasks to do. If he was living in another family, he would have his own personal maid, and it's usually someone who was young and pretty.
After ordering the maid to look after Black Wind, Abel washed for a bit and called for the butler Lindsay.
"How can I be of service, Sir?" the butler Lindsay greeted Abel with a bow.
"I want you to do something for me," Abel said, and handed over his bag of 2000 coins, "I want you to buy me the best carriage you can find me."
Lindsay looked kind of perplexed for a second. The castle was not in a shortage of carriages. One of the two carriages was reserved for the Knight of Marshall, and the other one was a spare. "If you need a carriage, we do have one available right now," he said.
Abel explained, "Oh no, this is for a project I'm working on. I need to get my hands on a luxury carriage as soon as possible. I need to get it done in ten days if you know what I mean."
"Ten days? Oh, okay. Yes, Sir. I'll have someone prepared"
Lindsay smiled as he had understood what Abel meant, "Yes, I will arrange for someone to buy it, and it will be quietly delivered to your workshop."
"Thank you, Lindsay," Abel thanked Lindsay as he left to prepare for the Knight of Marshall's birthday present.
After the housekeeper had left, Abel stretched his waist and punched the air a few times. He was pretty much recovered by this point. As long as he didn't use any combat qi, his body would mostly be in good shape. With the amount of stamina he had, he decided that he was going to test an idea he had before. He was thinking about forging a super ice magic sword.
Abel came to the blacksmith shop inside the Harry Castle. After greeting everyone, Master Bentham included, he went inside his personal workshop and started drawing his blueprint.
The door to the workshop was closed. Ever since Abel came a Master Blacksmith, no one was to enter this place without his consent. Yes, not even Master Bentham. Abel was a figure of respect now. While everyone would distance themselves from interfering with his work, they wanted to receive his guidance in their craftsmanship.
Master Bentham actually wanted to have a talk with Abel today. When he saw the Knight of Marshall carrying two new swords on his back this morning, he knew Abel had just made some more masterpieces. Knowing the Knight of Marshall, if he was willing to carry two large swords on his back, the quality of the swords themselves must be high enough for him to use them to make fun of others.
Master Bentham had a lot of questions, but when he saw how stressed Abel was when he greeted him, he decided to let his former student focus on his work. From what it looked like, Abel was at the peak of his craftsmanship.
As the rumors had it, whenever someone becomes a Master Blacksmith, there would be an outbreak of high-quality weapons for a period of time. This phenomenon was commonly known as the "outburst after accumulation" phase, with better and newer technologies coming out at once simultaneously.
The "outburst after accumulation" phase was probably what Abel was having. That's what Master Bentham thought, at least. As it was a one-time glory thing, he didn't want to ruin the young blacksmith in the midst of his prime, despite the fact that Abel was only thirteen years old.
Right now, Abel was making a lot less of the purer swords of a hundred skills. The magic bases he used to make them were rough and were mostly half-finished products with grooves inside of them. He didn't bother to draw any runes for them, either.
Abel took out three ice rune inks and placed them inside the Horadric Cube. The resulting product was one intermediate ice rune ink, one which was glowing with a blue arc of light.
After making his magic sword base, Abel dipped his rune pen in the ice rune ink. Luckily for him, he finished drawing the rune right before he ran out of his Power of the Will. Things were pretty easy after that. After resting himself for a bit, he was pretty much recovered.
Abel examined his Power of the Will for a bit. Apparently, there was a very subtle increase in his total capacity of the Power of the Will. If it wasn't for how much he had exercised his abilities, Abel wouldn't have been so sensitive to such a change.
After making sure that no one was around, Abel took out his perfect blue gem and inserted it into his card slot. He then stabilized it with some tools that he had. While doing this, he was very careful not to put too much force into the gem.
With his Power of the Will completely recovered, Abel read into the rune so that blue gem's energy path was identical to that of a perfect piece. As he had his fair share of gem forging, he knew that he had to be very careful when he was doing this.
The more energy there was inside, the faster the energy would travel inside the gem. One bad move and everything would fall apart.
As the gem was close to becoming a complete piece, a blue ray of light began to flash out of its inside. A chilling power rushed towards Abel's conscience. While there was a bit of distance between Abel and it, he could already feel his life being threatened. Forget about making direct contact, Abel wasn't going to let his Power of the Will touch the thing. Instead, he was just going to let it chase after him as the rune was being activated.
Abel was sweating like a cow right now because of how anxious he was getting. The speed of his Power of the Will was traveling at two times of its normal speed. The chilling energy behind him, too, wasn't slowing down any time soon.
Abel guided his conscience into the rune's center. As the energy, too, followed him to the exact same location, it was suddenly trapped by the rune itself and became less volatile by the second. Eventually, after waves after waves of direct shock, it was stabilized and held still on the spot.
Another blue light flashed by. Just when Abel had thought that it was a success, the sword of a hundred skill started crackling up from multiple spots. It was almost like the chilling energy was too much for it to contain.
As he heard the sound of the sword crackling up, Abel threw the ice magic sword into his Horadric Cube right away. While he wasn't trying to fuse it with something else, everything that was thrown inside a cube would lose its flow of time.
Abel touched the cold sweat on his forehead. He was betting his life on the line here. If a normal gem would knock him unconscious when he was making the explosion sword, imagine the amount of damage a perfect blue gem (made from nine of its original copy) was capable of.
What kind of shield could block dynamite? What about a wall? The more that Abel had thought about it, the less he thought his chance of survival was if he just let the sword break apart.
For crying out loud, it a sword of a hundred skills. It was made by the most resistant materials Abel knew of, but it was not strong enough to without the impact of a perfect blue gem. Speaking of which, should Abel just let the sword stay inside the cube? If he decided to take it out, he would have three seconds to guard his body with something.
Three seconds wasn't short, but it wasn't that long, either. Abel had thought about digging a giant hole before, but he didn't think it was going to work this time. If the explosion was too strong, even the flying soil and rocks could break his face within seconds.