Chapter 86
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"The second lot was the purple fantasy series set designed by Master Lisa of Bakong City. It consisted of a necklace, two earring pieces, and a ring. The complete set was made of gold and purple gems."
Hopper continued his introduction in a cheery tone, "Not only are they made of some very fine jewelry, but Master Lisa has also added a lot more artistic value to them with her craftsmanship. The base price of this set of jewelry was 800 gold coins, and every bid must not be less than 50 gold coins."
Abel had already lost his interest when he heard the word "jewelry." Harry Castle had no mistresses in the first place. Besides, Abel was way too young to have a girlfriend.
Abel looked at the people around him. Although he could not see their face, judging from their actions and forms, he could roughly guess what these people do for a living.
Most of these people were businessmen. Abel could tell from the way they spoke. Some people deliberately learned to speak and act like nobles, but the etiquette they've used was incompatible to the current scenario.
Abel was sure that some of them were trained since childhood. Most people might not realize it, but Abel could easily tell them apart from the others. These nobles rarely raised their hand to raise the price. Instead, they seemed to be waiting for something else to come up.
Abel was kind of the same. He, too, had no interest in the next dozen or so items that were put up for sale. Most of these items were items previously used by mistresses of noblemen. Since most people had no access to them, they were directly auctioned here in the black market.
Actually, if the ones who sold these items were not nobles, to begin with, they would've been arrested by the noble arbitral tribunal if they decided to wear those in public.
"Looks like you haven't bought anything at all. Were you also waiting for the last item?" The man next to Abel asked.
"I'm not really interested," Abel replied, "Something's been bothering me, though. Just why are there so many people who're out to buy these luxurious items? Surely most of them aren't nobles, so what would they do if they actually get their hands on them? Aren't they scared of getting arrested?"
"You don't know a lot about merchants, do you?" the man said and explained, "You see, the merchants are an insignificant and prideful bunch. Apart from the gold that they have, not much else is enough to give them any comfort. To answer your question, no, they aren't afraid of getting arrested, because after they've managed to purchase something here, all they are going to do is to put what they've bought inside their houses. Rather than wearing the items, they are just going to spend their time looking at them." The man explained.
"Oh, my spirits! What unique taste these men have!" Abel exclaimed. For someone like him, it was hard to imagine if all the jewels and fancy clothes inside his castle were all stored inside a collection room.
"Here, my dear customers and guests is the last lot of today's auction. I know, I know. This is probably why so many of you have visited us today, so please enjoy yourself as we introduce you to our next lot! "
Despite having introduced dozens of items today, Hopper was not getting tired at all. In fact, not only did he not tire, he seemed to be only getting more energetic as the hours went by.
"Her eyes are blue like the sky, her mouth small like a cherry, and her ears shaped like a piece of carved jade. And would you look at the figure of her body! Such finesse! Such wonder! Here we have an elf from the Double Moon Forest!"
Under Hopper's dramatic introduction, a female elf in cuff walked up towards the auction stage. There was a small iron chain attached to her handcuffs, and the other end of the chain was pulled by the guard.
The female elf looked young. Child-like, even. This was an underage elf girl, with a fearful look on her face and a lot of distress showing from her pair of blue eyes.
"This is an elf who has yet to lose her virginity. The bottom price is 10,000 gold coins, and the minimum bid is 500 gold coins. We'll start the bid now!" Hopper shouted.
"10,000 gold coins." Someone shouted as soon as Hopper finished speaking.
"11,000 gold coins."
"11,500 gold coins."
"12,000 gold coins."
The auction became very lively now. There were several who hadn't called out any prices yet, and they were going all-out at the same time.
Abel frowned and asked the man next to him, "The principality has banned the sale of any slaves other than orcs. How is that we have an elf on sale here?"
"I also don't know, either," the man responded, and suddenly screamed as he checked his wallet, "Oh, no! I didn't bring enough money today!.".
Abel shook his head at the sight of this. It was probably Prince Middleton George who was responsible. For someone who could trade with the worgens, selling elves would most certainly not be taboo for him.
"15,000 gold coins!" one of the customers yelled as he looked around for anyone willing to compete with him, the murderous spirit(qi) starting oozing out of his body.
"An elite knight!"
Abel was shocked. He did not expect that an elite knight would appear on such occasions. While this man was not as powerful as Viscount Dickens or Fowler, the qi he released was not something anyone could possess.
This man actually used his qi in public, and not to mention that it was targeted at normal people. Some people were already collapsing because of this. As weak as the aura of an elite knight was, it would still take about a month for most people to recover from it.
"Why don't you continue the auction?" The elite knight spoke with a rather cocky tone in his voice. He seemed kind of proud to have injured so many people all by himself.
"How dare you?" Hopper scoffed without fear as he knew how well connected the Kree's Auction Stand was. Instead of complying with this troublemaker who was trying to order him around, he decided to turn to the guards.
"Catch him," Hopper told his men, but boy, he really made a miscalculation here.
In a blink of an eye, all six intermediate knight guards fell on the ground and started moaning in pain. Like how any fight between a child and a grown-up was, the combat qi of an elite knight could easily crush any intermediate knight in his way.
Abel knew that the elite knight was holding back. He wasn't looking to commit murder in Harvest City, obviously. While the black market was not protected by law, as long as no one died here, no one would bother to report on the elite knight.
"Looks like I've saved 15 grand for myself," the elite knight laughed, then kicked Hopper off the auction stage with one kick. He didn't even look at Hopper's bodyguards, as they were all too frightened to even stand up on two legs. Without anyone in his way, he came straight towards the enslaved elf.
"Greetings, my lovely elf lady. I have always wanted an elf as a maid. You will be my exclusive maid from now on. From this point onward, I will be your master till the end of my days," The elite knight feigned politeness as he introduced himself to the elf.
The elf girl was too shocked to say anything. While looking around with her big pair of eyes, she desperately searched for any help that could come and rescue her.
Abel did not want to get involved, but when he saw the helplessness and despair in those eyes, he was reminded of the time when he first came to this world. He was reminded of being scared and alone every single day, just like this elf girl was.
She was now in the human world, surrounded by malicious people who wanted nothing but to exploit her.
The elite knight reached out and grabbed the chain on the elf's handcuff. While doing so, a mysterious force interfered and stopped him right where he was at.
"Who the hell are you?"
The elite knight was very annoyed. If he didn't know that elves were up for sale here, there was no way that he would be coming to this dirty place today. And to have someone interfering him from getting what he wants, that just pissed him off even more.
Abel looked at the elite knight in front of him and found it funny because Abel just found out that the elite knight in front of him didn't bring his weapon in order to hide his identity.
Finally, an opportunity to fight an elite knight empty-handed, Abel thought to himself.
Lord Marshall no longer wanted to fight empty-handed with Abel in Harry Castle. Lord Marshall and every knight in the world seriously lacked the skill of fighting empty-handed, so the reason that Lord Marshall refused to fight empty-handed was that the knights never learned any empty-handed fighting skills.
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Chapter 87: 87
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Abel said as he gently placed the chain on the fairy girl's hands, "Stand aside. I'll try not to drag you into this."
The fairy girl could sense Abel's good intentions, but she couldn't understand what he meant. As more relaxed as she seemed to be, she wasn't moving at all.
Abel sighed as he saw this. He tapped the fairy girl on her back, then led her to the auction stand. While doing so, he kicked the bodyguard down from the auction stage.
Such disrespectful move angered the elite knight. He charged towards Abel and began grabbing him by the front chest. He was fast, but Abel was able to respond on reflex. Abel grabbed the hand that was reaching towards him with his left, pulled it towards his behind, and the elite knight flew out by his own force.
The elite knight slid on the floor for about four meters. It didn't hurt him, though, as Abel was just returning the force that was directed towards him. As it turned out, the short, young boy was not an ordinary fighter. He was much more experienced than his age showed.
The elite knight quickly calmed himself down. Abel was no longer someone to be looked down upon. Rather, he was a real opponent to be recognized.
The elite knight carefully took a step forward. As his front foot closed in, his back leg quickly followed. Such footwork was typically used by knights to send their enemies back. Since the auction stage was behind Abel, if he had no choice but to step back, he would've had to take the elite knight's full blow upfront.
Abel was not that predictable. The experience he's gained from his past life has made him see through a weakness in the elite knight's movements. While the footwork was meant for an armed assault, using it for closed ranged combat would leave no chance for defense.
Just when the elite knight was about to slash at Abel diagonally, Abel bent his knees and drew his distance forward. He didn't use this chance to go for a countermove. Instead, he faked a hit and spun his body one more time. Next thing the elite knight knew, his enemy was right behind him.
All the guests were attending the auction were just about to come to their senses. They had been too frightful to do anything, and since the intruder was not looking to harm them (he just wanted to take to a fairy), they decided to stay and enjoy watching the fight. Sadly for them, everything seemed to happen so quickly.
Without catching everything that happened, the intruder slid out of the fight. The second round was barely about to start, but the stranger (Abel) was already preparing for an attack behind the elite knight.
The move Abel was using was called the bridging german suplex, a killer move that was used in professional wrestling. After he grabbed the elite knight by his back, he straightened his legs and arched his whole body backward. The elite knight wasn't sure what's happening, but he screamed as loudly as he could when he was lifted in the air and clamped right down to the ground.
Thud
As the elite knight's head made contact with the ground, his mind was just a tad away from completely fading out. He was a very strong man, however, and was able to stand up again after shaking his head a few times.
Instead of continuing with his attack, Abel decided to let the elite knight recover for a bit. Such a sturdy opponent was rather hard to find, and he was really keen on reviving his memories as a martial arts trainer in the gym.
"I want you dead!" the elite knight roared and pulled away his cape. As fancy as his attire revealed to be, his stature was too muscular to be hidden underneath it.
From what it looked like, he was in his middle age. His face seemed kind of misshapen. Perhaps it was the anger that he was showing. Or, actually, it could be that suplex he had just received. Anyways, that didn't stop him from being recognized by the crowd.
"It's the Elite Knight of Rodney!"
"My spirits, how could it be him?"
"I can't believe he's that kind of person!"
The Elite Knight of Rodney was an elite knight who served under the lord of Harvest City. He was a direct subordinate of Viscount Dickens, and because he had no title nor land under his name, he had to pledge himself to other big families once his masters could no longer provide for him and his training.
Seeing that the others could tell who he was, the Elite Knight of Rodney didn't care to hide any longer. "I, the Elite Knight of Rodney," he exclaimed, "I declare a duel with you! Please, reveal your true identity and face me to a fair fight!"
Abel froze for a bit as he looked at the Elite Knight of Rodney like some sort of idiot. No one came here to let others know who they were. Just because Rodney showed his identity, it didn't mean that he could drag someone along to make the same kind of mistake.
For noblemen and knights alike, request for duels was a common way to resolve any sort of conflict. There were conditions applied to this rule, however. Duels could only be requested to someone of the same rank, or from a higher-ranked noble to someone of a lower rank.
After a duel was requested, the person who was challenged would be given time to make preparations. During this time, a third party would be found to oversee the duel in a fair and impartial manner. Without these requirements, the fight would lose its grace, and the winner's victory would hold little to no credibility to it.
As justified as that seemed, the Elite Knight of Rodney was being kind of dirty to have asked Abel to reveal his true identity. Even if he had lost to duel right here, he could easily have his revenge after he knew what Abel looked like.
Abel said clearly and loudly, "You have no right to declare a duel with me! What you are doing right now is a direct violation to the Decree of Knights!"
All the noblemen who were present understood immediately. Not only was the mysterious man (Abel) a knight, he was also in a higher rank than the Elite Knight of Rodney. Not only did the Elite Knight of Rodney have no right to fight him, but he would also be charged with violating the Decree of the Knights.
If Abel showed his true identity right here, Rodney would've had no way to prove his innocence. Worst case scenario, he might even be investigated by the noble arbitral tribunal.
The Elite Knight of Rodney knew that, of course. While Abel didn't show his face, he had already declared his superiority as a high-ranking knight. The smart thing to do here would be to ask for reconciliation. The situation they were in was not that serious, to begin with, after all.
But they were in a black market, and Rodney just couldn't believe that a high-ranked nobleman (who's higher-ranked than him) would come here at all. He was already in a very upset back then, and now Abel was accusing him of a crime he might just get out of.
"HOW DARE YOU DISGRACE ME?" Rodney screamed, "SHOW ME YOUR FACE NOW, OR I"LL SMACK YOU DOWN RIGHT HERE!"
After saying that, the Elite Knight of Rodney covered his entire body with his white combat qi. Everyone watching was already running away by now. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. How dare the Elite Knight of Rodney release his combat qi right here?
Rodney was taking a gamble with this bold move. He didn't think any "good citizen" would go tell on him for releasing his combat qi. Besides, as long as Abel was not a nobleman, it wouldn't matter if he melted his limbs off with his combat qi.
Is he out of his mind? Abel thought to himself. When he just became a beginner knight, the first thing Lord Marshall told him was to not show his combat qi in the city or in front of any nobleman. Without respecting this rule, a knight would no longer be considered civil by his community.
From Rodney's perspective, he was really starting to get scared. Instead of running away like the others, Abel was just starting there and observing his next move. Such composure and mentality could only belong to a true upperclassman.
"Fine, if that's how it is," he thought. It was too late to stop here, anyway, so he quickly reached for Abel's hoodie with his qi-covered hand.
Abel's eyes turned cold as he saw the hand coming at him. He still hadn't revealed his combat qi up to this point, and Rodney's qi could've easily killed any ordinary person who didn't have his own qi. Combat qi was an extremely erosive and dangerous substance, and direct contact with it could've killed most people on the spot.
So that's what it was. Rodney wasn't looking to see how skilled Abel was at fighting. Even if Abel was to best martial arts fighter in the world, if he didn't have his own qi core to cover himself in combat qi, Rodney could've just neutralized him by touch.
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Chapter 88
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Abel viciously stuck out his hand. Without hesitation, he grabbed the Elite Knight of Rodney by his combat qi filled hand. Immediately, Abel jumped off the ground. He used one of his legs to lock down the neck of his opponent, and the other locking down the chest. Abel squeezed both of his legs, tightly hugging the waist for his dear life. He would not let the Knight of Rodney escape. At the same time, the two men fell on to the floor. Abel madly pulled with his arms, and the Knight of Rodney let out a scream of agony. Just like that, a perfect Ude-hishigi-Juji-Gatame grappling technique was executed.
The Knight of Rodney had been fully secured on the floor. He was filled with confusion. Why was his opponent was not afraid of his combat qi. His opponent had grabbed his hand full of combat qi without hesitation, not only that, but his opponent had also willingly made contact with his body, which was also filled with combat qi.
No one from the crowd, even the Knight of Rodney, had noticed that Abel was using his own combat qi as well. It was just that, Abel's combat qi was shining in a pale gold color underneath his skin. This kind of combat qi could not increase your strength. It could only avoid other people's combat qi getting into your body
The Knight of Rodney continued to scream as Abel doubled down on his force. His neck was harshly pressed by Abel's leg through the perfect Ude-hishigi-Juji-Gatame grappling technique. The Knight of Rodney began to lose his ability to breathe, and he felt like his arms were about to break through Abel's reverse lock. This excruciating amount of pain caused the Knight of Rodney to lose control over his body. All he could do now was to continue gushing out his combat qi. Both Abel and the Knight of Rodney was fully engulfed in a white flash of combat qi.
Abel realized something strange. This was the first time he had attacked an official knight with his physical body while using his combat qi. Since he was a beginner knight, he could not inject his combat qi on to his weapons. He could rarely make contact with an opponent's combat qi. Even if he did have a chance, it wouldn't last long.
Abel just wanted to have fun. He knew that the Knight of a Rodney did not bring any weapons along with him, so Abel could finally have a chance to test his skills out on an official knight. Abel was very confident in his Karate grappling techniques, so that's why things had ended up like this.
Abel could felt the vicious combat qi of the Knight of Rodney rushing towards his body. However, when it was just about made contact with his pale gold combat qi, the vicious combat qi suddenly calmed down. When both of their combat qi finally made contact, the Knight of Rodney's combat qi suddenly got evaporated into those pale gold combat qi of his, like ice blocks on a heated stove.
When Abel realized his body was immune to other people's combat qi, he longer cared how much combat qi the Knight of Rodney was injecting in his body. On the other hand, the Knight of Rodney also realized Abel was not putting up any defense towards his combat qi. He began to feel hopeful, so he doubled down on unleashing his combat qi towards the body of Abel.
As Abel continued to let massive amounts of white combat qi enters his body, yet they were all evaporated by his pale gold combat qi. He felt his body expanding, and this feeling only escalated as time passed. Soon, he felt like he was about to explode.
Suddenly, he was reminded of the Knight's breathing technique. Under this circumstance, he had no choice but to let loose of the knight of Rodney for a bit and began to use the Knight's breathing technique. A large amount of pale gold combat rushed towards the qi pressure point in his chest. The speed of the combat was much faster than those master's potion he had drunk before. In almost no time, the qi pressure point in his chest was filled up.
I can't continue like this . Abel decided to suppress his pale gold combat qi into his abdominal area. The pale gold combat qi began to swirl within his abdominal. To his surprise, another qi pressuring point was beginning to form.
Abel wondered if he was actually dreaming. How could he raise his rank again in such a short period of time? Before his battle with the Knight of Rodney, he was still a rank 6 knight. But before he even had time to react, he had already turned in to a rank 7 knights. Despite all of this, the pale gold combat qi in his body doesn't seem to get drained at all as the Knight of Rodney continued to inject Abel with his white combat qi.
The qi pressuring point in his abdominal also began to absorb the white combat qi. A large amount of pale gold combat qi rushed towards it, and soon, the second qi pressure point was also filled up as well.
Abel did not stop. He began to build his 3rd qi pressuring point from his back. After the qi began to swirl, those pale gold combat qi was sucked into his 3 rd wi pressuring point. Now, he was a rank 8 Knight.
By this point, Abel had become a little numbed to his crazy rate of rank increase. He could no longer stop. As the locked down Knight of Rodney continued to inject his combat qi into Abel, Abel couldn't help but continue to increase his rank at this madding rate.
More qi pressuring point began formed, this time under his right armpit. It was then immediately filled with combat qi. Now, he was a rank 9 knight.
The same goes went with the qi pressuring point under his left armpit, which had also formed after a while. Finally, he was a rank 10 knight, or in other words, an intermediate knight!
The Knight of Rodney began to notice that something must have gone wrong. His combat qi was starting to drain, it was like his combat qi was being swallowed by something terrifying. It had all vanished into the void after it entered the body of his opponent. By that point, the Knight of Rodney wanted to stop his combat qi, but Abel's body was like a giant blood-sucking worm, tightly latched on to his body and ruthlessly sucking his last bit of remaining combat qi.
Abel felt like a qi pressuring point was about to form his palm. If it was successful, he could officially become an intermediate Knight.
Abel decided to form this first intermediate knight qi pressuring point on his right palm. It seemed like the most logical thing to do. Other than left-handed knights, most intermediate knights would choose their right palm.
Abel felt like his entire body of combat qi began to vibrate chaotically. He felt a burning sensation in his right palm. Pale gold combat qi began to travel towards his right palm slowly. Then, they began to swirl faster and faster. It because of this qi pressuring point in their palm that an intermediate knight could cover their weapons in combat qi. This qi pressuring was what joins a knight's combat qi to the external world.
By the time the qi pressure point had formed in his right palm, the combat qi within Abel's body had already become balanced. It no longer needed to rush towards the qi pressuring point within his right palm. However, that qi pressure within his right palm did not like that, and it began to viciously suck like a man dying of thirst in the desert. At first, the Knight of Rodney thought Abel had stopped sucking his combat qi. As he was just about to enjoy a sense of relief, suddenly, an immensely powerful sucking force came from the right palm of Abel.
Even the last remaining bit of combat qi within the Knight of Rodney had been forcefully sucked dry by Abel's right palm. Even after all these sucking, Abel's right palm was still only half full.
Could this be the "star inhaling da-fa"? Abel was a bit confused. He had only practiced the knight's breathing technique. It was nothing special. The only difference was that his combat qi was a pale gold color. Could this be the reason?
Abel's pale gold combat qi was different from the legendary combat qi of god. The real combat qi of god was the most advanced combat qi technique. They had attained their gold color through to the massive amount of training. Although those who were able to unleash these advance combat qi technique did not have a bigger core, their core was a lot denser. That's why their combat qi had turned gold up to a point. However, Abel could only use normal combat qi techniques. His core was built on forcefully sucking overflowing amount of combat qi. If another person had tried to do this, they would most likely get blown into pieces by an excessive amount of qi. Since Abel had also used his power of the will to build his core, his core had become as dense as iron, and a lot bigger than normal.
You could say Abel's core was a deformed one, yet it was so unique, so no one could ever replicate it. Every unique aspect of Abel had played a part in the formation of this deformed core. From the existence Horadric cube, which allowed Abel to combine so many master's potions, to his unmatchable power of the will, and who could forget his forging knowledge and calm personality. All of these traits were not easy to attain.
"You are a monster! you are a monster!"
By this point, the Knight of Rodney was completely devoid of fighting power. Every single bit of combat qi in his body had been completely sucked dry, and even his combat qi seed had disappeared. Now, he was only a combat qi- less rubbish with the title of an elite knight. If he wanted to regain his combat qi, he had to start with his training all over again.
With the mixture of anger and fear, the Knight a Rodney had never felt this hopeless in life. He could not do anything other than mutter. His voice was so soft that only Abel could hear what he had said.
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Chapter 89: 89
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Abel could also sense that the Knight of Rodney's fighting power had been drained. However, after he heard what the Knight of Rodney had called him, a murderous desire flashed from his eyes. No one could know about Abel's unique combat qi ability. Otherwise, he would become the mutual enemy of all Knights. Just think about it, if a Knight realized something could not only suck up their combat qi but use it to increase their own strength, of course, they would want that person dead.
Abel viciously squeezed with his legs around the neck of the Knight of Rodney. The Knight of Rodney was already defenseless by that point. With that immensely powerful squeeze, all the Knight of a Rodney could hear was a loud cracking sound coming from his neck. Soon, his head was hanging motionless on the ground, soft like jelly.
"I've only killed the Knight of Rodney out of self-defense. All of you in the crowd can testify this!" Abel said as he stood up. Since things had already progressed to this point, he no longer wanted to hide his identity.
He lightly lifted his face mask; the youthful face of Abel appeared in front of the crowd. From the innocent smile on his face, no one could have guessed this youngster was the killer of an elite knight.
"Master Abel!"
"It's the Lord of Abel!"
The guests in the crowd could recognize Abel in one glance, and his fame was too wildly spread in Harvest City. Although it hasn't been long since Abel had become famous, he already became the role model of how each family in Harvest City should educate their child. Outstanding, gifted, hardworking, ambitious, was just some common words people would often describe Abel as a person.
The crowd also knew that they had no choice but to expose their identity as well. Since he had killed an elite knight, Attending a black market auction was pale in comparison.
As the crowd revealed themselves one by one, most of them were businessmen, which only a few of them being nobles. The person who led Abel into this auction was a young noble.
At the time, Kree's auction stall had already sent out all their guards and attendants to clean up the mess in the hall. The people in the crowd were being treated accordingly to their status. Abel was sitting on a chair, drinking a dense, aromatic coffee while chatting to that young noble.
"The honorable Lord of Abel, I am Polly, Cuiqi. It's my pleasure to meet you!" Said that young noble as he bowed to Abel.
"Hello, are you from the Cuiqi family?" Abel had heard of the Cuiqi family. Although they did not have an estate, they were a famous noble family specialized in trades.
"I am the wildest son of the Cuiqi family. I am so glad you heard of us. It is my honor!" Poly seemed to be very well mannered. He gave another bow after he finished his sentence.
Abel slightly bowed back, "as long as you been to Harvest City, who would not know about the Cuiqi family!"
"It's a pity that this glory of my family will soon get dimmer because of me." Said Polly with a bitter smile.
Abel knew that Polly's father, the current inheritance of the Cuiqi family, was a lord. According to the law of The Duchy of Carmel, in order to become to inherit all the possession of a family, one must become a knight. Therefore, Polly had to become an official knight before his father passes away.
Polly looked at Abel with admiration. He said with his eyes fixed on Abel "I will one day to be like you, becoming a noble with an estate!"
Seeing someone a lot older than him looking at down with admiration, Abel couldn't help but let out a smile. He then said, "hope your dreams come true! Harry Castle will be glad to welcome you for a visit."
Polly was very excited by Abel's invitation. The social circle of these noble with estates were very hard to join. Forming a strong relationship with Abel would definitely make it a lot easier, and undoubtedly bring along a lot of benefits in the future.
Abel didn't often socialize much with people. Since Polly seemed like a nice person, he decided to gave Polly an invite. Although he did not set a time for an invitation, it sent a signal to every noble nearby that Harry Castle had accepted Polly as a friend.
Abel then turned his head towards that young female elf who stood still at the exact same spot. Abel stood up and approached her. He asked with a nonthreatening voice "where are you from? Is there anything I can do to help you?"
The young female elf turned her big sparkly eyes towards Abel. She doesn't seem to understand what he was saying.
"The honorable Lord of Abel, this elf could not understand human language." Said an old man with a silky suit, as he approached and bowed to Abel.
Abel gazed at the young female elf with a hint of pity, being thrown into a completely unfamiliar environment, and not knowing a single word of its language was like adding salt on top of a wound. Abel then turned towards the old man and asked: "Who are you?"
"The honorable Lord of Abel, I am Kree" said the old man in a silky suit, as he bowed to Abel again.
"Are you the owner of this auction stand?" Asked Abel as he lightly tilted his head towards Kree.
"Yes, it is a property of your humble servant," Kree replied.
"I'll buy this elf, when things had settled I will take her away," said Abel in a stale tone. The outcome had already been confirmed by these words of Abel. He would not need to take Kree's opinion into consideration.
"The honorable Lord of Abel, consider this elf as a gift from Kree's auction stand," said Kree, his voice came across as well-intentioned.
"Do I look like I don't have enough money to pay for it myself ?" Abel didn't care about money. He just didn't want to have any affiliation with these black market auction stands. Since Abel still hadn't fully calmed down from the fight he just had, he raised his voice as he said this, sending a light wave of impose into the atmosphere of the hall.
"Dong.. dong.." the sound of glasses falling on the floor. Abel's wave of impose had knocked a few glasses of coffee off the hands of some nobles. It had completed caught them off guard, and the rest of the crowd had suddenly become quiet.
Luckily, Abel was still an intermediate Knight. His impose didn't hold any damaging power. However, due to the interference of his pale gold combat qi, the area his impose was able to cover was even bigger than those of an elite knight.
Kree was directly facing Abel. He realized had deeply angered Abel, so he immediately fell to the floor. The surrounding crowd also looked at him with despise. Who did Kree thinks he was, a mere elf could settle the anger of the Lord of Abel? Not only that, but he still wanted to become a friend of Abel. No one with a mind would dare to do a stupid thing like this.
Abel took out 150 gold coins of a hundred value from his pocket and threw it in front of Kree. "the deal is complete!"
Suddenly, a noise came from outside the stand. It was a Harvest City public security guard. These public security guards are the law enforcement of Harvest City. However, they do not have any control over the nobles. If a noble broke a law, they could only be reported to the noble arbitral tribunal.
When the public security guard saw the Lord of Abel, they gave out an amiable expression. They stepped up and asked Abel " the honorable Lord of Abel, did you get hurt?"
Abel replied, "hello public security guard. I've attended a little event within Kree's auction stand and got attacked by an elite Knight. I even exposed my identity to him, but he still attacked me with his combat qi."
"My goodness. An elite knight has the guts to attack the Lord of Abel in Harvest city?" The face of the public security guard immediately changed. Attacking a noble with an estate was a very serious matter, let alone the person committing the crime was an elite knight. This situation at hand must be very troublesome.
"Of course, everyone here can testify it. I swear to the spirit that everything I said was true!" Said Abel, pointing at the crowd in the hall.
"I swear to the spirit that everything the Lord of Abel had said was true!" No one in the crowd had the guts to offend the Lord of Abel for a dead elite knight, especially when Abel really was telling the truth.
"The honorable Lord of Abel, where is the guy who had attacked you?" Asked a public security guard.
"The guy is there" Abel replied, pointing at a dead body on the ground.
The public security guard stepped up and flip the dead body around. When he saw the face of the dead body, he can't help but call out in fear "it was the Elite Knight of Rodney."
Of course, the public security guard knew about the Knight of Rodney. In fact, he was very familiar with him. Ever since the Knight of Rodney had become a knight of the City Palace, he was responsible for arresting and killing countless intermediate and elite occupation holders. He was definitely one of the most powerful knights in the city.
However, the public security guard knew fully well that, since the Knight of Rodney was the one who attacked the Lord of Abel first, getting killed was inevitable. No matter what had happened, no one could ever insult the dignity of a noble.
"Which superior killed the Knight of Rodney?" Said the public security guard with a bow.
"I killed him myself." Said Abel with a monotone voice.
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Chapter 90
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Chapter 90: Abel was Innocent
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
"How is that possible" in a slip of the tongue, these words leaked out of the mouth of the public security guard. He then immediately followed up and said, "I am so sorry, the honorable Lord of Abel. I was only stunned by your power."
Abel replied, "No worries. It's not that I am powerful. It's just that…." suddenly, he paused his sentence. He then proceeded to say, "how can someone without a weapon be a knight?"
At that moment, steward Robbin, the steward of the Harry family temporary courtyard in Harvest City, had arrived. He was called here by the auction stand in regard to the attack of the Lord of Abel in Kree's auction stand. Normally, when a situation like this had happened, the first people to contact were the public security guards and the family of Abel.
"Young master Abel, steward Robbin is here at your service!" Said Steward Robbin as he bowed to Abel. Only servants from Harry castle would call Abel a young master.
"Robbin, what are you doing here? Never mind, you can help me bring this elf back." Said Abel pointing at that young female elf.
"Yes, young master Abel" after Steward Robbin saw that Abel was not injured, a heavy boulder had lifted off his heart full of worry. Then, he took away the elf as Abel had ordered.
The reason why Abel had ordered the steward to take away the young female elf was that he didn't want many people to know that an elf was involved in this situation. Buying or selling an elf was not a dignified thing to do. Everyone in the crowd, no matter businessmen or nobles, were sophisticated enough to know fully well that Abel wanted to keep this a secret.
Of course, the public security guard would not interfere with things such as a noble buying an elf. If he had reported it to the noble arbitral tribunal, the most they would do was to give Abel a warning. The public security guard would not take this risk to offend the Lord of Abel.
The public security guard began to collect the evidence, but that was none of Abel's business. Soon, Abel was out of Kree's auction stand. In turn, he entered the alley of the auction stand. By that point, the alley was already pitch black. There was no one around. Suddenly, Abel jumped up. He grabbed on to the 3 meters high wall, and with an effortless flip, Abel had entered the Calgary potion store beside Kree's auction stand.
Abel had actually entered the backyard of the Calgary potion store. He stopped his footsteps and listened carefully. There was only the sound of insects calling, not a single sound of humans. The backyard was empty.
There was no one stopping Abel. Soon, he had entered the master's bedroom. The first thing he noticed was the bed that Darren had described. It was huge, almost taking up half the bedroom.
Abel searched the surrounding for the mechanism. Due to Abel's lack of knowledge when it came to this, he walked around for a circle and still had no result. So came to a halt and stopped searching.
Abel walked to the side of the bed and reached his hand to grab the bedside. He slowly applied force, and pale gold combat qi began to unleash. 500 pounds, 1000 pounds, 1500 pounds. As he continued to apply force, the bed began to make a cracking noise. When Abel's force reached 4500 pounds, the bed had been completely flipped over. Underneath exposed a pitch-black tunnel and a bunch of damaged mechanisms surrounding it.
Abel took out that Night pearl from his pocket and threw it into the tunnel. The tunnel was not too deep, only around 5 meters. He then immediately jumped down. Abel arrived at a secret chamber. It was around 20 square meters. There were only around ten large boxes scattered on the ground and a table in the center with some small boxes on the top.
Abel opened the small boxes on the table. Under the illumination of the night pearl, a large patch of hundred unit gold coins flashed in front of Abel's eye. However, over the years, he had become numb to money. He threw the small boxes into the portal bag and turned his gaze towards the large boxes on the floor.
He opened the big boxes as well. Inside was filled with all kinds of potions from the ones for novice knights to the one for official knights. Of course, anyone who practiced combat qi could use these potions, but due to tight regulations, some occupations could only buy some of these potions in the black market.
Abel shoved everything into his portal bag and left the tunnel. He looked at the bed he had destroyed with a headache. At first, he wanted to just take things and leave without a trace. But now, anyone with an eye would notice what had happened. Since things had already progressed to this point, Abel had no choice. He opened up the oil lamp next to the bed and poured the oil all over the bed. He then used flint and lit the bed on fire.
After Abel had stepped out of the room, He watched the Calgary potion light up in flame a few hundred meters behind him. Since the courtyard was made out of wood, the enter thing was engulfed in a sea of fire. Abel continued to stare with a pair of cold, emotionless eyes. The sound of firemen came from a distance, but the time was late. In a thundering sound, Calgary potion shop had collapsed onto the ground, the evidence of Abel's good deed had completely vanished into the fire.
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Five days had passed. The elite wolf rider of Flaurling had gone through the sewerage to connect with prince Middleton George, the 7th prince of the royal. The Elite wolf rider of Flaurling had been driven mad by his failure. In the letter he delivered to the 7th prince, he threatened that if the prince didn't find out who was the thief that stole his treasure, he would inform the public about the deal he had made with the prince.
"Ping!" A luxurious cup had fallen to the Oakwood floor. The reporter stood in front of Prince Middleton was holding a large stack of information, drenched in sweat.
"What took you so long? We had spent a lot of money on our networks, how come we still can't find anything about who had stolen the wolf rider's treasure!" Prince Middleton roared.
"Your majesty, according to what the elite wolf rider of Flaurling, it was a worgen who stole the treasure. It's very hard for us to find the trace of a worgen, and it should be the responsibility of the elite wolf rider of Flaurling. That worgen might have already returned to the orc empire." The reporter said with his head pointing down. Yet, the words were spoken very clearly, no wonder why he could attain an important role such as a reporter.
"You have a point. How about the incident with the Calgary potion store?" Asked Prince Middleton in a low voice.
"The biggest suspects are the other princes, only someone with a strong information network could find out that Calgary potion was your possession." Said the reporter in a certain tone.
"How about the Harry castle that the elite wolfrider of Flaurling had mentioned, could they be involved as well?" Although the elite wolfrider of Flaurling did not say much about Harry Castle, Prince Middleton could tell that he was a bit scared of them. Since the elite wolfrider of Flaurling wasn't willing to attack the Harry castle near Harvest City personally, it suggested that the fighting power of Harry castle was equal, if not better than an elite wolfrider.
"According to the report, there were quite a few elite and intermediate wolf rider who had attacked Harry castle, but all of them had failed miserably. Since Harry castle has not submitted any outstanding military service ever since it seemed like Harry castle is holding a lot of hidden power." The reporter analyzed.
The reason why Harry Castle did not submit an outstanding military service was that they didn't want anyone to know that even their normal knight servants were equipped with magic weapons.
"The day when the wolf garden was attacked, and the day where Calgary potion store had the incident, he had just bought an elf from an auction stand. During the process, he had a fight with an elite knight and ended up killing the elite knight," said the reporter.
Prince Middleton then asked with curiosity, "ah….was that Lord of Abel really that powerful? How much power is he hiding?"
"There were no official knights in the scene, but according to the testimony of an intermediate warrior, Abel was incredibly gifted in physical battle." The reporter proceeded to say with an odd expression, "at that time, the elite knight was not equipped with any weapon, and Abel locked him on the floor and directly choked him to death."
"The elite wolfrider of Flauring's suspicions of Abel's involvement in the attack of the wolf garden might be true after all. If Abel actually possessed this ability, he could also very well be able to open the secret chamber in Calgary potion store, then burn the store down," Said Prince Middleton. He began to suspect Abel.
"Our investigators asked a lot of people. It did not take long until Abel had arrived back at Harry castle after he left the auction stand. It was definitely not enough time for him to open up all the mechanisms within our secret chamber. Moreover, it would not be possible for a single person to take away all put possessions."
The elite wolf rider of Flaurling did not tell Prince Middleton that the treasure he had lost was the orc's spirit portal bag. He only told him it was a treasure.
"Report to the elite wolfrider of Flaurling everything we had discussed. Tell him he can go search the worgen himself, and there was not enough time for Abel to attack the wolf garden."
No one knew that Abel had White Cloud as his mode of transport; hundreds of miles could be completed in a blink of an eye.
Little did Abel know, everything he had done had already been proven innocent by Prince Middleton, who he had never met before. If Abel knew about this, he would definitely celebrate with a large bottle of wine.