Chapter 56
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With the hot sun shining above, the carriage began to make its way through the main road of Harvest City. The path ahead was flat and laid with carved boulders. While such a design looked nice on a regular day, the heat was making it hard to walk on top of them. Thankfully, the Knight of Marshall and Abel didn't have to walk on their own feet. That being said, though, it didn't take long for them to be drenched in their own sweat.
Abel kind of missed his old car back on Earth. It wasn't the best one, but least it had an air conditioner.
It was a slow and agonizing trip. At last, the carriage had made its way to the Lord's estate.
"Master Knight, Master Abel!" the coachman called out, "We have arrived at the Harvest City Lord's estate."
The Knight of Marshall tidied his suit for a bit. He then took out a towel and started wiping the sweat off his head.
He passed over another towel to Abel, "Wipe your sweat with this. Remember, today is an important day. Don't do anything rude when you see him."
When the Marshall Knights and Abel stepped off the carriage, the huge high wall of the city palace came into Abel's eyes. The last time he came here at night, the city palace seemed more magnificent and aggressive during the day.
"I give you my sincerest salute, the honorable Knight of Marshall, and the honorable Master Abel. I have come here to welcome you both on behalf of the Lord of this city."
Since Abel was the adopted son of the Marshall Knight, in this formal occasion, he was presented by the Knight of the Marshall. The Knights bowed slightly and said to the steward, "I'm very glad to see you. Abel and I are honored to be invited to meet the Honorable Lord. "
Abel bowed slightly following the Marshall Knight, thanking the steward.
Under the guidance of the housekeeper, they went through the huge courtyard. Although the fountain in the middle of the courtyard was not as bright as at night, it seems that there was a little bit of coolness under the sunlight. After entering the hall, Abel felt the coolness from time to time. The huge rock-walled hall completely blocked the heat outside.
Walked through a long corridor to a door carved with the goddess of the harvest. The steward stood still and said quietly to the Marshall Knight and Abel, "This is the reception room. The city lord is waiting for you."
When he saw Viscount Dickens again, Abel felt more deeply than when he came last time. The powerful force from Viscount Dickens' body was like a volcano. Although it did not erupt, he felt heavy pressure just standing in front of him.
"Did you rank up, Master Abel?" While Viscount Dickens was very aware of how threatening his combat qi was for the other knights. He didn't expect Abel to be shocked
Viscount Dickens's combat is only aimed at the official knights, and those Novice knights should not be able to feel this coercion. Abel's reaction has shown that he had become an official knight.
"Yes, my Lord," Abel bowed humbly and replied with a fancy gift in the air with one hand.
Viscount Dickens secretly rejoiced that he did not mistreat Abel for his effort. Not to mention in Duchy of Camel, such genius was very rare even in the entire human world. He was being friendly with Abel because Abel was a Master Blacksmith, and now he found that Abel was not only talented in forging, but also talented in knight practice.
Viscount Dicken pointed towards a knight on the side, "This is the Knight of Saroyan. He's the one who led the orc extermination.
Knight of Saroyan bowed to Marshall Knight and Abel. He always wanted to thank them in person for allowing him to contribute.
This ceremony was heartfelt gratitude expressed by the Knight of Saroyan.
Regarding the goodwill of the Elite knights, both Marshall Knight and Abel also responded quickly, and the atmosphere on both sides seemed very friendly.
"He's had a nice record to him. 159 official orc riders, with two of them as elite riders and wounded a sky sparrow." Said Viscount Dickens with a smile.
It turned out that the sky sparrow was wounded by the army. At this time Abel knew the origin of Bai Yun's injury, but fortunately, it did not expose Bai Yun.
Viscount Dickens turned to look at Abel and said, "Master Abel, the two corpses you sent yesterday were identified by the Knights of Saroyan. One of them escaped from the siege, had noble status, protected by Elite orc rider, I also sent this Meritorious service to the Bakong Headquarters overnight, and the headquarter had raised your reward. "
Large cities such as Harvest City had their own ways to transmit information in the Blacksmith's Guild. Reports of battle achievements were given due rewards after verification, and for achievements reported by city Lord such as Viscount Dickens, the response would be very fast.
Hearing the increase in the reward, Abel couldn't help rejoicing. Fortunately, he didn't bother to throw away the two corpses. Sure enough, the two corpses played a role.
"Knight of Marshall, due to your heroic actions, Matthew Castle was rescued, and you killed several orc riders in the process of guarding Harry Castle. The Duchy of Carmel Principality awarded you the title of Lord!" Viscount Dickens announced solemnly.
"For the Duchy!" the Knight of Marshall kneeled with a solemn look on his face.
"As for the Knight of Saroyan, because of your leadership and killing 159 orc riders in the battle against the orcs, you will have your own coat of arm and 100 miles of land in the Duchy of Carmel." Viscount Dickens subsequently announced.
The Knight of Saroyan was half-kneeling with tears in his face. Being a Lord of his Land was very different from simply being a nobleman. From this point onward, the Knight of Saroyan formally stepped into the realm of the nobles and became a true noble.
Lastly, Viscount Dickens threw a smile towards Abel, "Master Abel, you have provided accurate information for the orc siege, rescued Matthew Castle, and killed the orc riders several times. In view of your outstanding achievements, the Duchy of Carmel gave you the original Matthew Castle territory and grants you Lordship!"
Abel couldn't believe what he heard. The reward was simply too much to be true, but looking at the smile of Viscount Dickens. He understood that it was Viscount Dickens who had made great efforts in it, and it was possible that neither the army department nor the king wanted to offend a master.
"For the Duchy!" Abel copied the Knight of Marshall whilst half-kneeling on one of his legs.
The Knight of Saroyan looked at Abel enviously. The reward given to Master Abel was awarded according to the highest standards. Usually, only members of the royal family would be able to receive such high standards reward. It was rarely given to non-royal members.
Viscount Dickens smiled as he helped Abel to stand up. "So, is it Master Abel or Lord Abel?" he inquired and started laughing out loud. To be fair, that was a good question.
Indeed, for a master blacksmith like Abel, the master blacksmith's status is far higher than that of a lord in the whole continent. But Abel was too young now and has not yet traveled to the mainland. His master's reputation is only a medal of the Blacksmith Guild. Only when a lot of Abel's works appeared on the mainland would this reputation really settle down and become Abel's real fame.
Abel replied with a smile, "Just call me Abel. I'm not sure about being called a master or a lord. To me, they are just nicknames."
"What a humble man you are, Master Abel! Indeed, with the pursuit of glory and fame in the way, no one could've made the same kind of achievements as what you've done. "
As Viscount Dickens applauded Abel for his integrity, the Knight of Saroyan, too, nodded his head to show his approval of the young master.
Viscount Dickens continued, "It is the day of the Holy Birth two months from now on. Remember, all three of you will have to be in Bakong City for your anointment ceremony. Make sure you'll be there on time."
In general, in the case of receiving the title of lord and fiefdom, After the reward, the title of lord and the fiefdom were already rewarded, but to truly gain official recognition, you must go to the capital city of Bakong, accept the honor of the king, express your gratitude to the king, and assert your loyalty to the Duchy."
When leaving, Knight of Saroyan grabbed the Knight Marshall and Abel, now it's the Knight of Marshall be sure to find a place to celebrate with both of them. The Knight of Marshall couldn't find a way to reject, so he agreed. Of course, the Knight of Marshall also wanted to associate with the Saroyan Knights, but Abel declined politely.
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Chapter 57
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Abel called for a carriage as he said goodbye to Viscount Dickens, "Please send me to Edmund's Boutique Shop."
The coachman didn't know who Abel was, but he was very respectful to him. He just saw the young nobleman came out of the city's palace, and he knew that people who could go in and out there were all distinguished people. So, he carefully took out the footstool and let Abel step on the carriage.
Although Abel could go up with a single jump, he accepted the good intention of the Lord and step on the footstool. He wasn't sure when, but it appeared that he was now used to his status as an upperclassman.
The carriage was running very smoothly. After getting out of the car, Abel threw out two silver coins and hinted that the extras were tips to thank the Lord for their service.
Ever since Abel revealed the family Coat of Arm at the Edmund's Boutique Shop, everyone at the Edmund's Boutique Shop has remembered this young nobleman slash Master Blacksmith, so when he just stepped off the carriage, he had been entertained by the waiters that stepped forward to guide him to the VIP area and be treated with some good coffee.
"Dear Master and Lord Abel, welcome to the Edmund's Boutique Shop!" Yvette bowed to Abel with a smile on her face.
"You people are very fast, aren't you? You knew I was coming before even I did!" Abel laughed after getting up.
"You are a distinguished guest to Edmund's Boutique Shop, and our head branch has taken a special interest in you," Yvette said, then informed the waiter on the side, the waiter walked to Abel's side with a silver tray.
On the silver tray was a money bag. Yvette pointed at the money bag and said, "Last time you commissioned us to auction weapons for a total of 22,000 gold coins. The headquarters waived the fees for you. Your weapons were a big hit in Bakong City. We have sold them at a record price that's never seen before in these past few years. "
After receiving the money bag from the waiter, Abel found that the money bag was a bit small and light, and it was unlikely to hold more than 20,000 gold coins. Although he knew that Edmund's Boutique Shop could not go wrong with this, Abel's curiosity made him open the purse. Inside was a dark gold card with a pattern composed of numerous gold patterns, with 22,000 digits in the middle, and no other signs.
He looked up and looked at Yvette questioningly, "What is this card?"
Yvette explained, "This is a magic gold card, which can only be owned by those who have a distinguished status and have passed the review of the Continental Chamber of Commerce. You could use it to purchase or withdraw gold coins in all large stores across the continent. Please, leave a drop of your blood in it. This card can only be used by none but yourself. "
Wasn't this just a bank card? Not only that, it was a card that could be unlocked with Abel's blood. As his status increased, the quality of the service he was getting was now better and more innovative. It wasn't like there wasn't such a thing as magic, but magic services were not available to a noble knight like he used to be.
After receiving the needle that Yvette handed over, Abel used some strength to break through the skin of his finger and drip blood on the magic gold card. The magic gold cards flashed a dark golden light, and successfully recognize Abel as the Lord.
Abel put away the magic gold card and slightly bowed to Yvette, "Ms. Yvette, thank you very much for everything that Edmond auctioned me. I believe our friendship will continue."
Yvette's smile grew wider as Abel reassured his friendship with here. For many years, Edmond's auction house has worked hard to communicate with many blacksmiths across the continent. At least in the human world, magic weapons could only be forged by Abel, and they wouldn't have the chance to have access to magic weapon that was forged by master dwarf because though they were considered quite powerful in Duchy of Carmel, but in the entire human world, they were only considered as second- and third-class auction houses.
"Ms. Yvette, does your auction house provide supplements for official knights?"
Abel thought of his own situation and had to take the wizard test in two years. Now, the most important thing was to improve his ability as much as he could. With that in mind, potions were now his hope to step into the next level.
"There were three kinds of auxiliary training medicines that could be used by official knights: the blood fusing potions, the replenishing potion, and essence condensing potions." Yvette introduced and took out a piece of parchment paper and said to Abel, "These are three kinds of Instructions for the medicament. Which one do you need? "
Abel took the parchment with the description and efficacy of the three potions.
The blood fusing potion was a potion that was used during an official knight practice; it could convert the blood in the body directly into combat qi that store in the body. This potion was used to exchange blood for the combat qi and accelerate the speed of gathering the combat qi, but each time you used it you lost some blood.
The second potion, the replenishing potion, was meant to be used in collaboration with the blood fusing potion. After using the replenishing potion, it would restore the blood lost from using the blood fusing potion, and there was a limit for the replenishing potion. For each bottle of blood fusing potion used, it was necessary to take the replenishing potion for 10 consecutive days, and then rest for 5 days before using the blood fusing potion.
In other words, the blood fusing potion could only be used once every half a month, and the main usage for the replenishing potion was to restore the blood lost form using the blood fusing potion.
The third potion, essence condensing potion is used to help to compress the combat qi. Although each knight would compress their combat qi during their training, it would take them a long time for this process. Essence condensing potion was a potion that accelerated the compression of the combat qi. After using the potion, it will save 30 days of compression, and the interval between each was 5 days.
Abel thought he wasn't sure if the essence condensing potion had any effect on his pale golden combat qi. He wondered if leveling it up to a master level could help him improve his combat qi. Although his combat qi was called god-tier combat qi, it was still quite far from being in the god-tier.
Yvette saw that Abel was very concerned about essence condensing potion, "There is a legend about the essence condensing potion. If you drink a million bottles of it, you can raise your combat qi to the god tier level.
Yvette chuckled for a bit after saying that. Honestly, no one could drink a million bottles of the essence condensing potion. First of all, it was simply too much of a waste of money. And even if one could (and was dumb enough to) afford for such an expense, he would probably be dead from the side effects. Just the time it would take to drink a million bottles. How many years would that take?
"I will ask for some of the three potions at any price." Abel decided to purchase each of the potions and go back to try the effect if it was effective then he would purchase more next time.
"These three potions are lesser. Because of the materials, it is difficult for master pharmacists to make the potion for intermediate. Therefore, on the mainland, official knights are using lesser potions.
Yvette explained very clearly that she did not want Abel to misunderstood for any reason.
Yvette went on and said, "50 gold coins per bottle for the blood fusing potions, 10 gold coins per bottle for the replenishing potion, and 100 gold coins per bottle of Essence Condensing potions.
Abel couldn't help but stagger. The potions of these official knights were several times higher than the price of the novice knights. It seemed like reaching the Elite knight level through potions was not the affordable way for ordinary noblemen.
"Give me 27 bottles of blood fusing potions, 270 bottles of the replenishing potion, and 162 bottles of essence condensate potions." Abel was about to buy a one-month supply of potions.
"27 bottles of blood fusing potion for 1,350 gold coins, 270 bottles of the replenishing potions for 2,700 gold coins, and 162,200 coins for essence condensing potion, with a sum total of 20,250 gold coins." Yvette' counted very fast in her mind and stated the value and total price of all three potions.
Abel didn't expect to spend all his gold coins on the magic gold card by just buying the potion. He took out the magic gold card from his arms and handed it to Yvette.
Yvette took out the same magic gold card and docked both cards together. Abel felt a question coming from the Magic Gold Card, "Do you agree to pay 20,250 gold coins?"
Abel said in his heart, " I agree."
He saw that the amount in his magic gold card changed from 22,000 to 1750. He put away the magic gold card, Abel could not help but be full of longing for magic.
This time, Yvette has prepared two large boxes for Abel. The boxes were lined with soft red silk to protect these potions.
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Chapter 58
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On the return journey, the Knight of Marshall and Abel went to Matthew's Castle first. For the sake of clarity, the territory around Marshall Castle was already under Abel's possession.
As the entire Mathew family was no longer, the area that was 100 miles in between the Bennett Knight's domain and Harry Knight's domain was technically unclaimed. The same could be said for everything that was in Harry Castle.
While Abel didn't ask for it, he was granted the authority over these said properties. He could design his new Coat of Arms now if he wanted to, but he would have to wait for it to be approved after going to the ceremony in Bakong City.
As the carriage approached Harry Castle's front gate, Butler Ken brought a few guards and servants to welcome them in. They seemed quite eager to do something like this. After all, with their former masters gone, no one knew what their future would be like. The least they could get was the first impression of the man newly in charge of this territory.
Yesterday, the city's government sent someone to announce that the Lord Matthew's estate was now the Lord Abel's estate. What that meant was that the castle and all the land that surrounded this place was now Abel's property. Abel could do what he wanted with this place, and that worried a lot of the servants, guards and even the senior staff here. They were genuinely in fear of getting kicked out to elsewhere.
The Knight of Marshall said to Abel before he exited the carriage, "You are in charge of this castle, Abel. You should meet with the people who serve you."
Abel replied with a smile, "This is the land of the Harry family. There are two Coats of Arms that represent it, but it will still always belong to the Harry family."
Regardless of their influence or wealth, the nobles would always have a Coat of Arm to represent their family name. When a territory was lost, its Coat of Arm would be denoted from the territory that it has claimed. When a Coat of Arm was in place, one would have to learn all the history and meanings behind it to be recognized as a proper noble. There were nobles without their land or a Coat of Arms, of course. That being said, they were certainly considered inferior to those who did.
Right now, Abel had the Coat of Arms of the Unicorn, which symbolized his linkage with the Harry Family. If his children were to reach adulthood, he would do the same as the Knight of Marshall and pass over all his inherited possession. This included the Coat of Arms, the Harry Family's domain and of course, his title as an honorary lord of the region that he ruled over.
The smile on the Knight of Marshall's face stretched even wider. Abel was his foster son and also the son of his best brother. While this boy's heritage remained ambiguous, he has spent no time hesitating to claim the new territory as the Harry Family's.
The coachman opened the door. Abel stepped out of the carriage first, and the Butler Ken bowed to him.
"Dear Lord Abel, your castle welcomes you," Ken said as he lowered his head.
"Ken, I'm so glad to see you again," Abel welcomed Ken with a smile, "Come on, take me around this castle. I've been waiting far too long for this."
"It is a pleasure for me as well. Follow me, Sir," Ken complied, then proceeded to greet the Knight of Marshall with a bow, "It is an honor to see you here, Sir."
The Knight of Marshall waved and said to Abel, "Mind if I tag along? Matthew's never invited me here before."
Ken didn't seem to react to what the Knight of Marshall was saying. After all, Lord Matthew never got along well with the Knight of Marshall. It wasn't like they were complete enemies, but Lord Matthews didn't have much respect for someone like Marshall, who was a nobleman by the blood he spilled and not by his birth. The Knight of Marshall was the foster father of Abel, yes, but Ken wasn't going to spend too much time appealing to someone whom his former master disliked.
Abel kind of liked that about Ken. He seemed to have a sense of integrity about him and demonstrated his character without being disrespectful to the Knight of Marshall.
It was very dark when Abel was trying to rescue Matthew Castle a few days ago. While he had arrived, some of the buildings were already burnt down in ruins.
This was why when Abel had come here today, he was very surprised to see that everything had already been restored. Because the castle was built by giant carved boulders (not wood), it was able to withstand the fire that would have destroyed it on the spot. Besides, the servants have worked very hard themselves. Apart from the traces of fire on the outer wall, the disaster of that day was no longer visible.
Whilst observing the sense of satisfaction that was on Abel's face, Ken felt more determined to work hard for his new master. The efforts of these past few days have been recognized by the new owner.
When Abel was checking the interior of the castle, Ken said to Abel humbly, "Here, Lord Abel, sir. Everything here has remained untouched over the past few days. The city's government asked for all the property here to be sealed up. You're meant to be the first one who was to examine them."
It was Lord Dickens who had sent the order. Abel knew at least that much. As the owner of his massive castle, Lord Dickens wouldn't mind spending some more money to appeal to the new owner of the Matthew Castle. It was a win-win for everyone.
In the storeroom, Abel saw a few huge wooden boxes made of iron and wood. The boxes were sealed by the city's government. As for the content inside of them, Abel wasn't sure.
Abel turned to Ken, "Ken, can I trust you?"
Ken knelt on one knee and said solemnly after hearing that "Yes, Lord Abel! I pledge my utmost loyalty to you."
"I accept," Abel replied as he held Ken up, "You are the butler of my castle. You are a member of my family now."
"Thank you!"
Ken's eyes were filled with tears. He thought that he has lost everything before, but now, all of it was coming back to him.
"The servants and the guards are now under your command. Whoever can stay is under your command. As for those who wish to leave, at least give 5 gold coins to each one of them. Now that Matthew isn't here, I'll be the one to thank them in his place."
Abel didn't want to worry about the trivial things in the castle. For him, he would rather have someone professional looking after everyone here.
"Thank you, Sir. I will arrange it properly, and the final result will be reported to you."
Ken was very grateful for Abel's trust. In this world, the relationship between a butler and his master in this world was very, very close. A butler was like a bodyguard, but instead of simply protecting his master's life, it was about spending his entire life looking after all the things that were needed and requested.
Being a butler was the equivalent of being the second-in-command of a castle. With that being said, the status of this position was extremely high. Ken was a very lucky man in this regard. Better yet, a successful future was guaranteed if he was working for a gifted master like Abel.
Without saying anything, the Knight of Marshall watched Abel on the side as he gave out instructions on how the castle should be managed. This was Abel's castle. He didn't want to get involved in Abel's affairs. He was very clear about this. At the same time, he admired Abel's ability to handle things and was at ease when he saw that Abel was able to find a suitable butler.
When several people entered the study, Ken took a wooden box from the bookshelf and said, "There's a secret room here. The opening method is in this box. I will leave first."
After Ken retreated from the study to the door, the Knight of Marshall was about to exit the study but was stopped by Abel on the way.
Abel smiled, "Let's visit Lord Matthew's collection together, Uncle Marshall."
"Sure," the Knight of Marshall nodded his head in compliance, "It's a pretty rare opportunity for me. I don't get to see how the other nobles have their collections."
Abel opened the wooden box. He opened the mechanism according to the records above. On the wall of the study, a secret door was opened and the two walked into the secret room.
This secret room had a long staircase going down and the staircase was very dark, but it had no effect on the two knights.
Whilst walking along the stairs, Abel and the Knight of Marshall entered a huge room. This room visual inspection reached 20 meters wide and 50 meters in length. Five legendary luminous pearls were engraved on the roof, reflecting the light in the entire room brightly.
In the middle of the room, there were two neat rows of wooden cabinets filled with various items. The surface of these items was very clean, indicating that the owner took great care of these items. When Abel stepped forward, he found that every item had an individual description written on the parchment in front of the item.
Looking at the 10 rows of display cabinets on the left and right, Abel was surprised by the Matthew family's collection. Viscount Dickens did promise him the entire castle and everything that was in it, but he had no idea that the Matthews had so much treasure that was unknown to others. If Dickens had seen it… Who knows? Maybe he wouldn't be so generous towards Abel.
And let's just talk about those five legendary luminous pearls. If Lord Matthew was bold enough to put them in the castle hall, all robbers on the mainland would've come within days.
Abel didn't know much about the history of this world. Still, he was fascinated to see all the historical items that were in this place. It was an eye-opener for him. Every time he looked at a treasure that could be dated back many years ago, he would always wonder if it was a treasure from a certain country or a weapon of a famous general.
"Hey Uncle! Look at all this! Do you still remember what we have in Harry Castle? Hey, Uncle!"
The Knight of Marshall threw a side stare at Abel, "Think about the years that have been put into this collection here. This family has been collecting for hundreds of years. What's the point of comparing it to my collection?"
The Knight of Marshall seemed pretty okay with it on the outside, but secretly, he's already decided that he was going to make a new collection room when he went back. This comparison was simply too overwhelming for him, and it was making him more embarrassed than if he was wearing nothing but his underpants.
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Chapter 59
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Abel was getting more excited the more he walked around this place. A collection like what the Knight of Marshall had, which was about several decades old, could never be compared with a collection that had lasted for a few centuries.
As close as Matthew's family collection was to being a museum, Abel did not find any scrolls or anything that contained a secret knight technique, which showed just how scarce and precious the secret knight technique was. To protect themselves from having their status being challenged, the nobles would do everything they could to keep a monopoly on the ways a knight could be trained.
Abel couldn't estimate the value of all the valuable treasure in this room, but according to the Knight of Marshall, everything here would've been worth more than 100,000 gold coins.
When reaching the innermost part of the treasury room, a round black stone with a diameter of one meter was placed in the corner.
"What is this?" Abel hurried forward. He was familiar with the round black stone in front of him. It was one of Master Bentham's important collections. It was said that it had been obtained during the study of the dwarves. It was a finger-sized iron meteorite, but its size did not stop itself from being regarded as a treasure by Master Bentham. Whenever Master Bentham talked about it, he would always brag about how rare meteors were and how and most of it was owned by dwarves.
"Abel, what's wrong? Isn't it just a stone?" the Knight of Marshall asked strangely as he realized how much Abel cared about it.
Abel grinned at the Knight of Marshall, "Just a stone? Did you just say that, Uncle Marshall? If Master Bentham was here, he would've broken your head immediately."
"Oh, only if he can beat me!" the Knight of Marshall chuckled, "So, what is it?"
"It's an iron meteorite!" Abel's answered firmly. He was so strong on the word "meteorite" that he just couldn't stress enough about it.
"What does an iron meteorite do?" the Knight of Marshall asked, as he wasn't a true blacksmith that understood the importance of an iron meteorite.
Abel explained, "Iron meteorite is what the gods use to forge their legendary weapons. The master dwarves would also use it to make their legendary weapons and equipment."
The Knight of Marshall was opening his eyes so much that they could fall off right away. "How much is it worth?" he pointed towards the thing.
"Well, when's the last time you heard someone selling legendary weapons?" Abel asked.
Oh, so that's what it was. As a Master Blacksmith himself, there was just no way that Abel would spare the chance to craft his own legendary weapons.
In this world, in addition to the artifacts used by God, the highest-tier weapons and equipment were the legendary weapons. Like the swords of a hundred skills that Abel forged, most powerful weapons were not meant to last forever. After a few decades, they would've lost the sharpness they had when they first came out of the blacksmith's workshop.
The weapons and equipment forged by the iron meteorite would not wear out after using it for even centuries. Whilst it could not last for an eternity, it could last for a few Millenium if Abel decided to make a magic weapon with it, it would likely become a legendary weapon in many years.
"Take this iron meteorite back to Harry Castle," the Knight of Marshall said eagerly as he himself hadn't seen a legendary weapon before. Since there weren't any forging tools here, they'd have to wait until they return to Harry Castle.
The Knight of Marshall didn't want to wait for that long. Whilst channeling his white combat qi, he wrapped his arms around the meteorite and lifted it off the ground.
"My god, this is almost a thousand pounds!" the Knight of Marshall exclaimed with slight anger in his voice, "Take it back, boy. Just put it back to where it's from."
Abel stepped forward and lifted the huge iron meteorite from the bottom with one hand. He pinched his hand and said with certainty, "Yeah, it is pretty heavy. You're right, Uncle. It definitely weighs more than a thousand pounds."
The Knight of Marshall looked at Abel silently. He felt very uncomfortable with being humiliated like this. His total strength was about 600 pounds. After releasing his combat qi, he could reach a maximum of 1,200 pounds. If it wasn't for the round shape of this iron meteorite, he would've just had enough strength to be able to carry it around.
Only Abel, whose strength was much more powerful than the weight of iron meteorite, could hold this huge iron meteorite with one hand, and easily walk around with it on his hand.
The Knight of Marshall hurried Abel out as he had lost his confidence for far too many times, "…let's, uh, let's get out of this place."
Abel's footsteps were heavy. When he walked out of the secret room. He felt the ground tremble at every step. Fortunately, the castle was built of megaliths, and it was very firm and sturdy.
Ken saw Abel and the Knight of Marshall come out of the study room. Although he was a little shocked by the huge stone that Abel was holding, he was polite enough to not be too expressive about it.
Ken said to Abel, "Master, would you like to see the guards and servants in the castle next?"
"It's ok, you can arrange these things," Abel replied. Right now, all his thoughts were on the rock he had in his hands. He didn't have much time to care about his new castle.
The Knight of Marshall said with a smile, "Ken, we still have other stuff to do today. I will leave everything about the castle to you, and I will arrange for the treasurer to come and assist you."
Ken understood the arrangement well. It was a normal state of noble management for the lord to rest assure to the treasury and steward to manage everything.
Abel found that the carriage could not handle the weight of the iron meteorite. Fortunately, Ken was very experienced in his work. To pull the meteorite away, he has set up an ox cart and used two cows to pull it.
If the weapon was forged and the weight was not reduced, only a huge flying beast like White Cloud would be able to carry it around.
The ox cart was very slow, which meant that Abel and the Knight of Marshall's carriage could only follow it at the same pace. While the distance they traveled wasn't very long, it took about half a day for them to go back to Harry Castle. When they had arrived, it was already dark.
After hearing about the meteorite, Master Bentham charged at Abel and demanded to have a look at it. Abel wanted to keep the meteorite as a secret, so he led Master Bentham to his new blacksmith workshop.
To congratulate Abel for becoming a Master Blacksmith, the Knight of Marshall built a one-man workshop for him with an extra-large vacant storage room. As for the temporary workshop before, it was moved back to its original location after the orc invasion was over.
After entering his new workshop, Abel placed the meteorite in the center of the room. Master Bentham was holding the light and carefully touching the surface of the iron meteorite with his hands. He took down the oil lamp from the lamp holder and shone back and forth on the stone.
Master Bentham observed for a long time, meanwhile almost flipping the meteorite by its bottom. He finally murmured something after examining it for about five minutes.
"Yes, this is an iron meteorite. I have never seen such a huge iron meteorite when I was with the dwarf. "
"What kind of weapon do you think this iron meteorite is suitable for?" Abel asked. He had some doubts about what to do with this iron meteorite. The most important thing in his mind was to forge a super heavy sword. which is almost unbeatable when he holds it on his hand.
"In my opinion, your level is still improving now. You can't find a second piece of iron meteorite, so you should forge it when your level is high enough." Master Bentham knew very well about Abel's potential. While the boy was still improving at a very rapid pace, it'd be better if he didn't waste the meteorite right now.
"I agree with you, Uncle Marshall. For now, let's just leave this meteorite where it's at."
Abel thought of his recent surge of his Power of the Will, and there was rune that he could discover from time to time. When he could master more runes and have a more powerful Will Power, by discovering the method of using rune language to forge equipment, and then use this iron meteorite to forge a very powerful rune language would be the best choice.
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Chapter 60
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Abel played with Black Wind for a while at night. After training it using the mount enhancement technique, he gave it a massage using his combat qi.
Abel smiled as he thought, "Grow up quickly, be very, very strong, my little puppy. When you grow up, your task will be to carry me and my weapons around."
Black Wind suddenly shivered up its back. It widened its eyes, looked at its master in doubt, and wondered what made him have such a big grin on his face.
Black Wind's reaction was pretty amusing for Abel. Not only was it kind of dumb in a cute kind of way, but it was also growing a lot lately which proved that the mount enhancement technique had worked.
If the priest of the orcs could see the growth of Black Wind, it will be surprised at the growth speed of Black Wind. This is because Abel's golden combat qi is more powerful than ordinary combat qi, so the effect of the enhancement was more obvious.
After settling the Black Wind, Abel asked Black Wind to play on his own, and he was about to start combining the potions.
Abel took out 27 blood fusing potion, 270 replenishing potion and 162 essence condensing potions from the boxes. He placed them in front of him and merged them three at once with his Horadric Cube.
As the potion was turned from beginner to a greater level, it began to glow with a shade of blue. The resulting product was nine bottles of the greater blood fusing potion, 90 bottles of the greater replenishing potion and 54 bottles of the greater essence condensing potion.
Then, it was from greater potion to the greatest potion. As Abel merged the bottles into fewer yet more concentrated portions, the resulting liquid began to glow with a luxurious ring of gold. It was three bottles of the greatest blood fusing potion, thirty bottles of the greatest replenishing potion and eighteen bottles of the greatest essence condensing potion.
Finally, it went from the greatest potions to the master's potions. What remained was one bottle of the master's blood fusing potion, ten bottles of the master's replenishing potion and six bottles of the master's essence condensing potion. All of them had a dark golden glow on the outside. As he was done with the fuse, Abel took the bottles away to a safe location.
Abel took out the master's blood fusing potion, Abel closed his eyes, poured the potion into his mouth, the knight breathing technique started, and he immediately felt the blood began to boil. As the blood inside of him began to boil, it started vaporizing and shrinking in volume. The golden combat qi in his blood began to gather up. While the quantity of it was not too much at all, it was about ten times better than what he gathered up under normal conditions. That being said, the progress he was making now was much more efficient than before.
After about half an hour, Abel began to kind of weak from the inside out. The blood fusing potion was making him lose in blood.
What a shock this was. This was not what the blood fusing potion was known to do. Wouldn't his blood level just stop decreasing if it became too dangerous for him?
Abel quickly poured a replenishing potion into his mouth. After the master's blood fusing potion entered his body, it felt like his whole inside was burning like a lit oil barrel. It felt better later on, and he soon got used to this feeling.
A new meridian did take form, but there wasn't much combat qi inside of it. It was an empty meridian. If it wasn't for the supplements he's made, it would take years for Abel to fill them in with his qi pressure point.
Abel didn't expect a master's blood fusing potion to be this effective. If he didn't make any replenishing potion, he would've been the first knight to be turned into a mummy by a potion.
Speaking from history, Abel didn't know if there was anyone who had drank a master's blood fusing potion before. According to Miss Yvette from the Edmund's Boutique Shop, with the current amount of supplies the market could provide, the best blood fusing potion available to this world would only be in the "intermediate" level. Frankly, what that meant was that Abel had just turned himself into a guinea pig for a first-time-ever experiment. It was a very frightening experience, he thought to himself.
From what Abel had noticed, the ratios used to make the blood fusing potion and the replenishing potion were the same. It was always a 1 to 10, but a master's potion had none of the side risks that could be posed to its leaders. Better yet, it was effective after just one consumption.
After drinking one bottle of the master's blood fusing potion, Abel would have to drink ten bottles of the master's replenishing potion to recharge his body. This kind of training would at least cost him 4000 gold coins, a sum he could buy a whole potion store with.
If Abel kept doing this, he would've got to spend a tremendous amount of money to fuse his master's potion. As for whether the Edmund's Boutique Shop could have enough supply, or whether making such large purchases would bring any suspicion, these were all very practical issues that Abel would have to think about.
After drinking the blood fusing potion and the replenishing potion, Abel took out a master's essence condensing potion and drank it down his throat. Once its content had entered his body, it became this hot stream of energy that went straight into his qi core. If he used his power of the Will, he could even feel his qi core contracting at a strength that he wouldn't normally notice.
Abel took out another bottle that was crafted by his Horadric Cube. After he did, he felt a soft contraction in his qi core again.
Four more bottles, Abel felt it with his Power of the Will. It would have to take at least 100 bottles of such potion to make any qualitative changes.
These six bottles of the master class potion had cost Abel 1,600 gold coins, one bottle was 2,700 gold coins, and this number was multiplied by a hundred, so the total sum 270,000 gold coins.
Abel felt like robbing a bank right now. Although he had a divine item like his Horadric Cube, there was just too much time and ingredients he would have to expend to use it. Besides, selling the finished product was not an easy task at all. It'd be difficult to explain their source. There would certainly be a lot of trouble for him if people started suspecting him.
Abel decided that, in addition to some necessary training and experiments, the rest of his time would be used to forge weapons and sell them for money.
The fastest way to make money was by crafting weapons. It was also the most non-controversial way to engage in trade.
Drowned in his thoughts, Abel entered into his dreams and saw himself on top of a mountain of treasures. All the treasures were different potions that he had made. He was spending every hour making a master's potion. The only time that he didn't was when he had finished making them and falling asleep right on the spot.
Without having a sense of time, Abel's face felt kind of itchy. He opened his eyes and saw Black Wind licking his face with its stretched out tongue.
"Ah dammit," Abel called out. He didn't finish making his potions. Even whilst sleeping, Abel worked hard all night to combine his potions. As a result, he didn't get to drink a single bottle of them.
Abel thought for a while, picked up Black Wind, and started scratching on the belly of the Black Wind, while Black wind twisted his little body as it felt itchy from the top to bottom.
After playing with Black Wind for a while, Abel started his knight practice every morning. He ate his breakfast and came to the workshop that he's built inside the castle.
As there was simply too much of his creation that had to hide away, Abel had become even more cautious than when he first came into this world. He would often use the Horadric Cube in his forge, and while doing so, he would need to use a lot of special techniques, most of which he'd rather not let the others know about. From now on, he decided that he would only make tools inside his workshop.
When Abel entered the operation room, he found a gorgeous carriage parked in the operating room.
"Lindsay's pretty fast, isn't he?" Abel mumbled to himself.
Abel stepped forward for a closer look at this carriage. Its entire structure was made completely out of wood. On the surface were engraved with the pictures of the heroic battle of the first king of the Duchy of Carmel. There were four such pictures on each side, each depicting a famous battle that was recorded in the nation's history. Such art style was very common throughout the land.
The interior wall of the carriage was lined with soft padding, and the outside was wrapped with animal hides. The seat was soft, too. With these features in place, it could be said that the designer wanted the carriage to have some sort of shock-resistant properties. The wheel of this carriage was made out of wood. The outer ring was surrounded by a layer of a thin iron sheet to protect the interior structure. The middle axle was all forged by forged steel.
It wasn't like Abel was unpleased with the design of carriage. If anything, he was very satisfied with it. The most he needed to add was some small modifications. As for decorations, there wasn't a need for it.
Compared to those car repairers back on Earth, the way Abel disassembled a vehicle was very simple. First, he loosened the buckle of the wheel. He then lifted the seat off of the wheel axle, and the wheels were unloaded automatically. Lastly, he took the parts apart and laid them neatly on the ground around him.