Chapter 101: Yveline's Magic Tower
A young man wearing a long grey robe leaned against the window on the second floor of the magic tower. His purple eyes hazily gazed towards the two-horned magic towers from a distance. The world of wizardry was opening its arms, inviting him to discover in this world of mystery.
It was the second day that Abel had settled at Yveline magic tower. He was no longer wearing his luxury clothing and gowns. As a student of Sam, a rank five intermediate wizard, the magic tower demanded him to wear a long grey robe. He abandoned all the luxuries and status he used to have. Now, he was just an ordinary student of wizardry.
The management of Abel's castle was entirely given to the hands of the Lord of Marshall. Steward Ken remained at the mansion in Triumph boulevard, taking care of the day to day of Loraine and Black Wind. The 20 knight servants had returned to Harry's castle as guards. Lastly, the ten black armored warriors remained as guards of the mansion in Triumph boulevard. Since head commander Hoover had promised, the mansion in Triumph boulevard was now one of the safest places out there.
"Poor Newton. He just became a novice wizard. Now, Mr. Sam kicked him out," a voice of a young man came through a corner.
"I heard that Mr. Sam kicked Newton out because he wants to reserve the spot for a new follower," Said another voice of a young man.
"I haven't seen Newton in the empty fields outside the past few days, wonder where is he now!"
"Of course, he won't be outside the Yveline magic tower. Do you remember how he had treated the other wizard students outside when he was in the magic tower? Now he's been kicked out. He'll have a taste of what he deserved."
"How can so little amount of magic power being leak by the magic tower, be enough for those wizard students, who gather outside every day to practice."
"It's better than nothing!"
"You've got a point."
At that moment, two young men around the age of 18 or 19 also wearing long grey robes had appeared from the corner. When they suddenly saw a shadow of a man standing beside the window, they immediately got ready to bow. However, they then realized Abel was also wearing a long grey robe, so they stopped and stood up straight again. One of the young men with a tall and thin built shouted at Abel, "why are you standing here? Trying to scare people?"
The other young man, who had more of a fuller built pulled on the robe of the tall and thin young man, telling him to calm down. He then stepped up to Abel and asked: "Are you the new student of Mr. Sam?"
"Yes, my name is Abel," Said Abel to the young men as he bowed.
"You don't need to bow to me. I am a follower of Mr. Redd. My name is Cody," said the young man with a fuller built. He then pointed towards the still a bit irritated young man with a tall and thin built and said: "this is the follower of Mr. Carlo. His name is Ethan."
"From now on, you'll sweep the floors from this level and below." Said Ethan, his voice sounded a bit stiff.
"Ok." Abel did not reject it. It was only a bit of physical labor. At mos,t it would only take away some of his free time. On top of that, the 2nd floor was Mr. Sam's accommodation anyway.
The owner of the Yveline magic tower was a wizard, Yveline. He was a rank six beginner wizard, that's why this magic tower had six stories. The base-level was a public space for visitors, and the top-level was where Wizard Yveline lived himself. Other than that, all the other levels were where his four disciples lived.
Every disciple had the right to allow one student of wizardry to enter their level to do housework and take care of them. Although they are called wizard followers, they were actually just servants of the disciples.
However, this position had already made those students of wizardry outside the magic tower fight for it. When Mr. Sam was brung Abel into the Magic tower, eyes of envy and jealousy could be seen all around.
Seeing the honest attitude of Abel, Ethan had calmed down a bit. He handed the broom to Abel and turned to Cody, "let's get back upstairs. Mr is in the laboratory. He might need me."
"See you later Abel, I admire that you can be Mr. Sam's follower," said Cody, ignoring the confused expression of Abel as he turned and ran upstairs
Abel quickly cleaned up level 2 of the magic tower. Without anything else to do, he soon realized the sky became dark. Now, it was time to do his Mount enhancement spell to his spiritually bonded Black Wind, which he had already informed Mr. Sam earlier.
Mr. Sam was shocked to realize that a young man like Abel could already own a mount wolf. Wizards also needed a mode of transport. Although mount wolfs are shaky when they run, they were still one of the most popular options when it came to a mount for a wizard. Therefore, Mr. Sam did not have a single problem with Abel dedicating a small part of his day to socialize with his mount wolf. No matter for an official wizard or a novice wizard, a good mount was very important.
Abel gently tapped on the front gate of the magic tower, it automatically opened. When Abel first entered the magic tower, Mr. Sam had bonded Abel's spirit with the tower. Therefore, he would have the freedom to enter the 2nd story of the tower freely.
The moment he stepped his foot out of the magic tower, Abel felt like he was under the gaze of thousands. He looked around his surroundings, he realized outside the security fence of Yveline magic tower were around 30 wizard students. They were either sitting or laying down, but they all had one thing in common, they all stared at Abel with a sense of longing. However, they soon realized Abel was not the person they were looking for; most of them went on with their business. There are a few people who remained staring at Abel, but their gaze had changed from longing for a sense of envy, jealousy, or some similar expression.
Abel did not care about those other wizard students. All of them were trying to take advantage of the magic tower anyway. Every day, the magic circle within the magic tower would absorb the magic power from the surrounding. When they gathered around the magic tower, a small amount of those magic power would be leaked outside. These small amounts of magic power became a crucial resource of meditation, for those students of wizardry who could not enter the tower. This could be due to their magical talent or connections. This behavior had been done for countless years. It had been approved but the unspoken rule of the Wizard union. Therefore, no wizard would try to drive off those students of wizardry that gathered outside every day.
There were a few low-level novice wizards among that group of students of wizardry. Those low-level novice wizards were not satisfied being in the same group as other novice wizards who left the tower. Those who left had also dedicated many years of effort to say outside the magic tower, as soon as they became an official novice wizard, they would immediately go to join a family as a consecrate, or go somewhere to explore, hoping they could have a breakthrough once again.
All of those low-level novice wizards were also hoping one day they could be picked by one of the four disciples of wizard Yveline to be their followers although it was just a Wizard follower position. The one who had been picked would still have a much brighter future than the one who left.
"Hello, Mr!" Said a plump wizard student wearing the same grey long robe, as he blocked Abel's direction. This was the first student of wizardry that Abel had seen where he could truly call him fat. His face was a bit round like Cody, but the designed to be relaxed long robe on his body somehow came across as very tight. Abel couldn't help but wanted to laugh at first glance.
"Hey, what's up?" Said Abel somewhat confusingly, he shouldn't know anyone here.
"My name is Finkle. I am a rank one novice wizard, I am very close to Mr. Coby, Mr. Ethan, Mr. Church, and Mr. Newton. If you need to buy anything, I can be very happy to help." As Finkle was speaking, the fat in his body began to shake. Abel could not believe a man of this size could help people buy stuff.
"Finkle, my name is Abel. It seemed like you have not heard the news. Newton had left the tower, and I took his position." said Abel with a smile.
"My god, is this true? Newton still owes me a lot of money!" The fat face of Finkle filled with despair, but he suddenly began to smile again. "Mr. Abel, you can trust me to buy stuff for you. I can find the best prices."
"Finkle, you will have a much brighter future as a businessman than a wizard!" Said Abel with a funny expression, seeing at Finkle pretending to be closed to him.
"How did you know my ambition? I want to be a businessman for wizards. A wizard businessman." Said Finkle with eyes full of yearning.
"Ok, Finkle, if I need anything, I'll find you." Abel liked Finkle quite a bit, if someone could help him do things, it would surely free up some of his time.
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Chapter 102
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Chapter 102: Meditation Techniques for Beginner Wizards
Within 3 miles of the magic tower, there was a neat row of typical Bakong City architectural houses standing on one side of the main road along the mountain. From there, you could see the three magic towers that were on the top of the hill, and from there, you could see the entire Bakong city.
There were a total of 50 houses here, each of them was built with the same structure. They weren't particularly eye-catching. However, these houses had a small courtyard, which made it quite convenient for Abel to interact with his mount wolf. Therefore, Wizard Sam was kind enough to prepare a house here for Abel.
Abel placed the long grey robe over his head and walked slowly along a road on the edge of the mountain. It was dinner time. Many of the other same outfitted students of Wizardry were also leaving their houses. The people who resided here were mostly students of wizardry, with a few noble servants waiting here for their masters who were practicing spiritually.
Originally, Ken, one of Abel's stewards, was planning to arrange several servants here to take care of Abel's daily life, but Abel refused and simply requested him to send someone to bring over Black Wind here regularly every day and to take it back during the evening.
As soon as he entered the house 16, which was Abel's house, a dark shadow emerged upon him.
"Black Wind, stop that now!" Abel had a needy passion for Black Wind, and as it grew larger, he became stronger and stronger. If a small calf like Black Wind attacked a man, he would surely fall to the ground.
Black Wind's tongue kept licking Abel's face as if this was the only way to show how much he missed his master.
"Master." Ken stood behind the Black Wind and bowed to Abel.
"It's alright, Ken, you don't have to come here yourself. You've got a lot of things to do in Bakong City already. Next time, just tell a servant to bring Black Wind here." Abel said towards Ken, who was extremely loyal to Abel.
Although Abel was staying in Bakong City, there were still things that required him and others to manage and to take care of. For example, Abel had properties in Bakong City, a mansion, as well as a manor outside of the city. These properties had to be cared for and managed. It meant that Ken had to stay to take care of them. As Abel resided in Harry's castle, with Ken being Abel's steward, Ken had always stayed within the castle and had not been anywhere else until recently.
Now that Abel was left alone in Bakong City, Ken insisted on staying with him, which he rarely did. This meant that Ken was now in charge of all affairs in Bakong City so that Abel would be able to spare all of his time to enter the magic tower and to become a sorcerer's apprentice.
Although Ken did not understand why a powerful intermediate knight, as well as a master blacksmith, would ever want to enter the magic tower to become a wizard follower, he still faithfully organized and prepared everything for Abel.
With the use of the "Mount enhancement spell" being used more and more widely, Abel had to keep the threat of the skill to a very low level. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to use it near the magic tower.
Looking at Black Wind's face, which was filled with enjoyment, Abel began to increase his force slightly. Black Wind was suddenly awoken and immediately gave Abel a look in the eyes, and the look seemed as if it was asking why did Abel interrupt its' relaxation moments.
Abel tried to control Black Wind's massage duration to 30 minutes. Although the golden combat qi had only lasted for 30 minutes, with the pure golden combat qi flowing through, it was far more superior than the quality of an hour worth of massage from before.
After bidding farewells with Ken and Black Wind, Abel walked back to the magic tower. As he journeyed back, his heart was thinking about when he could finally learn the methods of the wizard's meditation. Only when Abel stepped inside the magic tower did he realized that Yveline, Sam's teacher, had already left. With the wizard's travel time being extremely difficult to determine, it made Abel quite anxious as he was only one step away from attaining his dream method of the wizard's meditation. Now, he was stuck in the final step.
When approaching the magic tower, Abel felt a trace of malice from the apprentice wizard outside of the tower. He couldn't help but immediately felt a sense of distraction within his heart. Why would anyone gain a sense of hatred towards him when he had only just entered the magic tower?
When Abel was about to turn to look, the sense of malice was suddenly gone. Abel then tried to examine at the 30 or so students of wizardry that were in front of his eyes, but he couldn't find anything, and there was nothing more he could do about it. Maybe it was just someone who was jealous of his luck.
As Abel walked towards the bottom of the magic tower, he placed his identity card, which was on his waist and pressed it onto the door, then there was invisible energy that swept through his body. Without the strength of Abel's power of the will, he wouldn't have been able to spot these types of energetic motions.
An identity card was a magical item that can only be used within the magic towers. It was mainly used for authentication in important places as well as a tool for transmitting messages inside the magic towers.
"Abel, come over here and help me clean up the lab," Sam, a level 5 novice wizard, said suddenly from the identity card on Abel's waist.
Abel was immediately roused through the sound of Sam's voice, which he promptly replied, "Yes, Mr. Sam." Abel then quickly walked towards the lab, where Sam was clearing away the scattered lab equipment from the lab table.
Judging from the mess that was on the floor, Abel realized it was another unsuccessful experiment. So he took out a broom from the corner and began to sweep away the debris and pieces of fragments that were on the floor, when he was finished, he mopped the floor with water.
"Abel, please don't blame me for making a Lord like you to do these chores." Said Sam, whiling smiling towards Abel.
"Of course not. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr. Sam !" Obviously, Abel knew everything that Sam had done for him. Here, Abel wasn't allowed to refer Sam as uncle as Sam had explained to him before already since Abel possessed the lowest status within the magic tower, everyone had to be addressed as "Mr." except for other fellow students of wizardry wizard.
In order to make Abel in becoming his follower, Sam had to drive out his former follower, which was not known until he came to hear about it from other wizard followers. Sam had never told him about this matter.
"The teacher won't be back any time soon. He sent a message today, and he said he won't be back for another two months." Sam said.
"It's all right, Mr. Sam, it's only two months. I can always wait." Although Abel was disappointed, he didn't express it.
Sam, the novice wizard, was very satisfied with Abel's performance and said with a smile, "I have already told the teacher that you are my nephew, so he agreed to let me teach you the "beginner Wizard meditation." If you can learn it, it proves that you have the qualification in becoming a wizard, if not, you have to return to your foster father and continue to be noble."
There were excitement and a sense of gratitude in Abel's voice as he replied."Thank you, Mr. Sam!"
"The other three apprentices in the tower are all level 1 novice wizards except for you. As my apprentice, you shall notify me if any of them dares to bully you." Sam, the novice wizard, said to Abel with a worried tone as he clearly wasn't aware of Abel's strength as a knight.
Each of the four disciples of Evelyn, the level 6 wizard, was allowed to bring in one wizard follower into the tower, more like a servant than a follower, whose main job in the tower was to look after their own superiors.
"They didn't bully me, Mr. Sam." Abel felt a little strange as he wondered why Sam would say something like this.
Sam, the novice wizard, sneered, he seemed not to want to bring up this particular subject again. He then took a thin sheepskin book out of his arms and handed it to Abel, "This book is not a precious secret, but it is the root of our wizardry, so don't let others see it."
"Yes, Mr. Sam." Abel took the sheepskin and held it tightly in his hand, as if afraid that the book might fly away.
"Read through the book yourself first, if there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me." Sam looked at the instruments that were on the laboratory table and whispered ruefully, "It failed again, now I need to search for new materials for the experiment."
Seeing Abel was still standing at where he was, Sam waved his hands and said, "Go ahead, study hard, and when your magic powers are fully mapped out in your mind, you will see a complete "Beginner Wizard Meditation" pattern in your mind. When you're truly ready, you can come over to me to learn your first spell."
"Yes, Mr. Sam." Abel gave Sam a bow and left the room.
Abel's room was a small room that was located on the second floor of the magic tower. The room had no windows; there was only a bed, a desk, and a chair. Moreover, there weren't even any extra spaces to allocate for any other necessities. With the majority of the magic tower's space being used to place more decorating magic circle. This meant there wasn't much space left over in each level of the tower, as long as there were basic necessities, it was already pretty decent for an apprentice like Abel.
The good thing about a wizard's diet was it didn't require their followers to take care of it as there were dedicated people who were able to deliver fresh honey bread, wine as well as various meats to the magic towers. With various selections of foods, there was even a specific set of meals for a follower like Abel. Abel was not someone with a lot of interest in food, but he still felt that the food was quite delicate, and has an exquisite taste.
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Chapter 103: 103
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Chapter 103: Mana
Abel hurried back to his room with large strides. He took a deep breath, calmed his nerves, and solemnly picked up the "Beginner Wizard Meditation guide". The surface of the book was covered with a layer of grey-black orc skin. At the center of the book, there was the word "wizard" printed in dark gold color, with a small line on the bottom that read, "Beginner Meditation".
As Abel's eyes stared towards the book, he became very excited. Becoming a wizard had always been a goal of his ever since he came to this world. Any information regarding the wizards had made him indescribably exciting. From now on, he was about to unveil the secret of the wizards, and he would rely on this book to become a member of the wizards, which made him extremely confident.
At that moment, Abel couldn't help but press onto the Horadric cube on his left arm with his right hand once again. Since wizard Yveline, the magic tower's owner, wasn't at the tower, it meant that Abel could safely use the Horadric Cube. He opened the cube in front of him while deeply staring at the "The scroll of town portal", his eyes were filled with desire and determination.
"I will for sure get you opened, and then I can finally go home!" Abel muttered, staring at "The scroll of town portal."
All the identities Abel possessed in this world, including a coat of arm lord, and a Master Blacksmith… all of these things didn't matter to him. Instead, the only thing that he cared about was his friends and family. His mother Nora, father Bennett, uncle Marshall, big brother Zach, Master Bentham, Black Wind, Loraine, White Cloud. By count, these people were all equally important in Abel's heart.
"God, if I can really go home, I'd better be able to come back. Hopefully "The scroll of town portal" will have this ability and allow me to travel back and forth through words!" In Abel's mind, he wanted to go back to his old home on earth, but he also didn't want to leave his family and friends in this world.
"I'll decide when "The scroll of town portal" can be opened". Right now, the most important thing for Abel was to learn "beginner Wizard Meditation" since it was fundamental.
In addition to "the scroll of town portal", there was something known as the Portal bag in the Horadric Cube. Before entering the tower, Abel had thought about the bag being detected by the magic tower's owner. But that did not stop the risk-taking Abel from placing the bag into the Horadric Cube. The bag would only take up one slot anyway, so Abel was optimistic that it could pass the detection
Abel had come to this world with a magical item known as the Horadric cube that was tied to him. He didn't think that anyone would find out about the Horadric cube. It was an advanced magic item that could transfer a person's soul, and after countless experiments, Abel discovered that he could take out the things stored in the portal bag directly from the Horadric cube. This allowed the Horadric cube to fully absorb the dimension wave unleashed by the portal bag every time he took something out.
Abel gently opened the "Beginner Wizard Meditation" and roughly skimmed through it. This thin book consisted of 6 pages. The first page discussed the wizard's general knowledge. The second page talked about the wizard's way of thinking. Moreover, the second page corresponded to level one novice wizards, while page 3 corresponded level 2 novice wizards and so on.
Abel concentrated on the first page. Everything a Wizard did was founded on the power of the will, a power directly drew energy from the soul. While you couldn't see or touch it, it determined whether a person could become a wizard or not.
Everyone had their own power of the will, but ordinary people's power of the will was very weak. In order to become a wizard, you had to be able to freely transfer your power of the will. Perhaps, it was because of Abel's soul was from another world, and it united with the original Abel of this world. Therefore, this power of the will was twice as powerful as a normal person. This allowed him to forge, train as a knight and draw runes. Time and time, his mighty power of the will had allowed him to achieve things that no one could have imagined. During his rank up to an official knight, his power of will got a few times more powerful.
According to the book, as long as the student of wizardry was able to sense their mind between their eyes using their power of the will, they would officially become a Wizard. The more powerful their power of the will was, the more gifted they were.
When a student of wizardry could accumulate enough power of the will to draw out a magic pattern in their mind using their power of the will, they would become a rank 1 novice wizard. They would need to unleash magical power on to this pattern, and drew magical power out of the pattern from then on.
The magical power mentioned in "beginning Wizard Meditation" was a strange kind of energy. Although it existed in this world, it's quantity was very limited. The only way to gather these energies was through the magic circle. Just like the magic tower that Abel was staying in, the tower's magic circle continued revolving every day, absorbing the mana that were lurking in the air which was gathered inside the tower. Ultimately, these energies would be supplied to the wizard's meditation inside the tower.
These magical powers had a severe corrosive effect on the human body. When the magic passed through the body, it caused damage to the body. However, it also had a positive effect since it increased the lifespan of the individual while weakening their power and body.
The reason why those students of wizards were staying in the clearings outside of the tower day and night for years on end, was because of one simple reason, a longer life span.
As long as they are able to be promoted to a novice wizard from a student of wizardry, their life span would go up to 150 years, with each increase in level, their lifespan would also be increased by 10. By the time they have reached level 6 novice wizard, they would've had 300 years of lifespan. This was the reason why countless students of wizardry had come here. Even with a tiny hope, they wished to seek a chance to become a wizard follower.
According to the book, from the time they were able to absorb the mana, they had to take drugs to combat the growing physical weakness. If not, the day when the wizard became a rank 6 beginner Wizard, their bodies would get so weak, they could no longer do any practice.
Abel couldn't help but wonder how the level 1 student, Finkle, managed to maintain his stout body. Among so many wizards, he was the first fat person Abel had seen within the tower, he was truly a unique gem within the wizards.
On the second page of the "beginner Wizard Meditation", there was a detailed method in using the power of the will to draw a magic pattern. From start to finish, the pattern was drawn by a stroke of a pen that created strange decorative designs around a circle. The pattern seemed to be the pattern of a rank 1 novice wizard.
Abel had achieved a lot of things through the power of will. He was proud of it. If it wasn't for the power of will, he wouldn't be able to forge the iron base of 100 skills, wouldn't have been able to draw runes and many of the battles were won due to his power of the will too.
With his previous experiences, he was very good at drawing these unique magic patterns. Abel didn't think a complex level 1 novice wizard magic map would be able to challenge him,
Looking at the pattern chart on page 2 of the 'wizard's primary meditation', Abel began to use his power of the will and tried to recall. He immediately realized why wizards required the power of the will to meditate. Without the assistance of the power of the will, it would've taken countless hours just to remember the pattern chart on page 2 by heart.
As the power of the will moved along slowly with the pattern, Abel slowly realized the size of the strokes and the force of the strokes were reflected by the power of the will.
During the day, other than cleaning the first floor, Sam seemed to know that Abel was studying the "beginner Wizard Meditation", So he didn't bother him.
Abel spent almost the entire day sitting in his room, constantly trying to memorize the pattern through his power of the will. If it was a simple pattern, no matter how much brush strokes there were, Abel could still remember through his power of the will. But the strokes in this pattern were uneven with countless changing of direction. By this point, Abel realized there were more than 200 different places under his pen. He could still achieve something if he didn't memorize each of them carefully and proceed to meditate. However, it would be nowhere as effective.
Finally, Abel felt that he had memorised the pattern from 'beginner wizard's meditation' as it was exactly the same pattern from page 2 of the book. With every change memorized clearly, he stood up and stretched. A sense of relief rippled through him with the sound of his bones crackling.
When Abel opened the door, he went to the windows near the stairs. There were very few windows in the tower, only in the disciple's room on each floor. Here, he could look out of the window. At that time, it was completely dark, the time was moving way too fast for Abel as it was already time for him to go give Black Wind a massage again.
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Chapter 104
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Chapter 104: Report
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Abel placed the long grey robe over his head and left the tower. Along the way, he ignored Finkle, the fatty who said hello to him last time. It was already late, Abel was afraid if he stayed and talked to Finkle, he would've never reached house no. 16 in time.
Walking down the mountain road, Abel felt a sense of malice again. This time he ignored it. He thought he could find out later on.
"Master, I need to report something to you!" Ken, dressed in an all-black steward suit, saluted Abel as he entered.
"What is it? Abel asked.
"The eldest prince, Julien George, will be ascending the throne in 3 days, and he invited you to his accession ceremony."
"Make an excuse for me, just say I am in a retreat researching and I can't attend!" Abel couldn't tell anyone about his study in the magic tower. Only the people that were close to him knew about it.
Abel hid his presence in the tower because he wanted to study as a wizard follower without being disturbed. If anyone knew he was in the tower, those who wished to obtain magical weapons would've disturbed his meditative lifestyle.
With his past incidents with the royal family, Abel didn't want to bother with such events. It was none of his business who became the king anyway. Instead of attending those events, he could just read more books in the meantime.
"Master, your outstanding military service has been recognized by the army, and the eldest prince Julien has approved you in becoming a Lord. From now on, I will address you as the Lord of Abel." Ken's voice sounded overly emotional. It was considered to be a very high-status position to be a steward of a coat of arm Lord and a coat of arm baron. Furthermore, with Abel being a Lord at such a young age, his future ahead was bright.
"What about Uncle Marshall?" Abel said with a flat face. He didn't seem to care about these titles. An increase in status could only make ordinary people respect him more, but to Abel, genuine improvement meant improving his abilities.
"The Lord of Marshall didn't have enough outstanding military service to reach his promotion, so he didn't get promoted," Ken explained.
"How did that happen? Aren't I supposed to share the outstanding military service with uncle Marshall?" Abel had left the rest of the battle to Lord Marshall, and the three knights who had helped him complete the battle. This made Abel extremely confused about what was going on.
"The Lord of Marshall gave you the majority of the outstanding military service to you. He said it was the only way to ensure that one of the two was promoted."
"Uncle Marshall!" Abel murmured emotionally, all his life, The Lord of Marshall had cared most about these fancy titles. Every time he was promoted to a higher title, he was always thrilled, but he gave his chance of attaining a higher title to him this time.
"Also, the eldest prince, Julien George invited you to the noble arbitral tribunal to collect your compensation at your convenience," Ken added.
"Compensation? Why?" Abel asked curiously.
"Because prince Middleton George ordered the attack on you, these payments were intended to get you to give up pursuing prince Middleton George, who I've heard was pressured by a powerful figure," Ken said hesitantly. He didn't want to say anything about this powerful figure's supposed pressure, but he did, considering his master's contacts and connections. It might have been better if he had given him a better understanding of the situation.
"Powerful figure, hmmm…" Abel then immediately thought of the ghostly head commander Hopkin. Maybe that's what he meant by trying to harmonize the situation.
The truth in regards to the siege by the royal cavalry made Abel furious. He gave out a bitter laugh. If he wasn't inside Bakong City, with Abel's attitude, he would've already flown over Bakong city on White Cloud and dropped exploding big swords over the head of prince Middleton.
But now that head commander Hopkins had come forward, and since he too was a blacksmith Master, Abel decided to honor his reputation and let the matter go. However, Abel was fully aware that the matter was not over. He just didn't want to pursue it for now. He would always remember what happened. When he had the chance, he would teach prince Middleton George an unforgettable lesson.
"There were rumors that prince Middleton George was exiled to the city of Murray. Apparently, he was granted a 100-mile fief, and his title was stripped off," Ken said. However, Ken used the word "Rumour" as though he wasn't certain if it was true or not.
But Abel felt that it was probably true because there is no way the royal family would not make the details of prince Middleton George's punishment public. Therefore, the only for Abel to know about it was to let this steward who had no source of information in Bakong city to know about it.
A royal prince has granted a fiefdom the size of a Knight's estate to live the rest of his life in, without a title. This was probably the smallest gift the Duchy had given a prince.
Abel had heard about Murray city before. It was a city that lies between the intersection of the Duchy Of Carmel and Duchy of Thunder. There were a lot of unlawful things being done in Duchy of Thunder. The situation was very tense there. The other seven princes must have had a lot of hatred towards prince Middleton majesty, to send him there.
But prince Middleton George didn't deserve any pity. Abel knew the ins and outs of the seven princes. Just dealing with the worgens was already enough to put him onto a death trial.
Abel had no idea how much gold they demanded from prince Middleton, but the presence of head commander Hopkins meant that it would be large. Abel's training would require a lot of funds. Therefore, these unknown and out of a sudden wealth would be very important to a person with a great hidden identity like Abel.
"I will take care of the compensation these two days, and when I arranged the time, I will inform you to pick me up." As Abel reached out his hands, Black Wind was urgently moving around him.
After helping Black Wind to do the mount enhancing spell, Abel went back to the magic tower. He tried to find the Novice Wizard Sam, but he quickly realized that Mr. Sam was still outside. This meant that Abel's had a long night ahead of him. While all of the students of wizardry outside the tower admired Abel, he had to help Sam to do all of the chores, tidying the experimental items, and sometimes even have to take care of things that were messy. When Abel was finally finished, it was his own practice time.
However, the good news was that Sam had taken good care of Abel. He rarely asked him to do messy things. All he had to do was to do simple chores with fixed schedules and to clean up the laboratory at the end of Sam's experiment.
As far as Abel knew, the three official wizards on the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors were all stuck on level five apprentice wizards, and they were also much older than Sam too. In the magic tower, Sam seemed to have the highest chance of becoming a rank six novice wizard.
This was why Sam did little experiments. He spent the majority of his time practicing, in order to break through early and become a formal wizard.
It had been three days since Abel had arrived in the magic tower. Ever since he came here, he had never seen the other three disciples. They seemed to spend most of their time in the laboratory to discover a method to gather a large number of resources. For them, becoming a wizard was already out of the question. This meant that it made their followers extremely busy as they were required to purchase many expensive medicines for their wizard's research, so Abel was never able to interact with them.
Abel went to the first floor to get his dinner. The dinner was delivered to a dedicated collection pathway in the magic tower. The spirit of the tower would automatically receive the food. After it had examined its quality, it would deliver it to the dining hall. Every member of the magic tower could freely get their food here, but of course, most of the time, the Wizard followers would bring the food to the official wizard disciples
The food today was pretty decent: white bread with honey, a little juice from honey fruit, smoked fish, and a few slices of oil muffin for dessert.
Although these foods weren't anything special, they were already far beyond the standard of living of ordinary nobles. The white bread was special because of the wheat that was used, the unique wheat's production was very small, and only the completely shell-less wheat flour was able to make real white bread.
Candied fruit was a specialty fruit from Bakong City. They were only able to grow in hillsides that were 1000 meters high. With the preservation time being no more than one day, and in order for the people in the magic tower to drink the magic tower fruit, it required people to harvest these fruits the night before, then to juice them cleanly. Only then they were able to deliver it to the magic tower early in the morning. All these procedures were done to ensure that it stayed fresh within one day.
The ingredients of a few slices of pastry seemed to be deceptively simple: One portion of sugar, two portions of butter, and a portion of flour. However, they were a well-known extravagant as sugar was very expensive, butter made from the ordinary household were considered as not smooth enough with flour not being finely grounded. Hence all 3 were essentials as the highest quality of ingredients were required to make them.
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Chapter 105
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Chapter 105: Meditation
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
After Abel had eaten his lavish dinner, he completely relaxed his body and sat cross-legged on his bed. According to the "beginner Wizard meditation guide," one could choose any position they believed was the most comfortable position for them to do meditation. Abel, a boy who was deeply influenced by his previous world, still stubbornly believe cross leg was the best way to go about meditation.
Abel turned his power of the will into a thing that he was most familiar with, a rune pen. The tip of the pen began to absorb mana. Mana filled the magic tower, and soon, the tip of the pen had fully absorbed the ink made by that mana. Afterward, he began to draw, but before he could even complete his first stroke, he abruptly came to a halt. He had used too much force, and the stroke was a tiny bit bigger than the original one on the "beginner wizard meditation guide."
Since his power of the will was immensely powerful, it allowed him to sense a small difference like this. Ok, let's start again, he thought as he retrieved the stroke he made with the power of the will rune pen, and his mind was blank once more.
This time, Abel was more careful. He had underestimated the difficulty of the "beginner Wizard meditation." He thought of the students gathering outside the magic tower. They all possessed the power of the will. Although the strength of their power of the will was still a mystery, Abel had seen it–that there were a few older men with a head full of grey hair in the group. This just further confirmed the difficulty of the "beginner Wizard meditation."
Abel had spent the night trying to draw the pattern. He made mistakes on the first stroke, 10th stroke, and 20th stroke. He was still miles from completing it, but he already felt like his head was going to explode if he continued.
Abel felt like he had reached his limit. According to the "beginner wizard meditation guide," if he had used an excessive amount of the power of the will from his body, it would damage his soul. Therefore, Abel decided to have a rest.
He laid on his bed. Despite his power of the will being completely fatigued, he was still very excited about practicing the "beginner wizard meditation." He found it hard to fall asleep, and it was in this half-awake state, he felt the rune pen in his mind again. The rune pen spun it's tip around. It seemed like it could absorb more mana this way. Afterward, the rune pen began to draw In his mind. The first stroke was perfect.
At this moment, Abel felt like he was watching this rune pen moved all over in his mind from a third-person perspective. The rune pen continued to absorb mana. Soon, the rune pen had drawn a perfect magical pattern in Abel's mind.
The next morning, Abel felt like he had dreamt that he had effortlessly drawn the second pattern of the "beginner wizard meditation guide" in his mind entirely. Up to this point, Abel began to laugh at himself, was this considered as daydreaming?
Suddenly… his whole body froze. He realized there was actually a rank one novice wizard pattern being drawn entirely in his mind. He fixed on the pattern. It was not a dream, it was real. He had drawn a magic pattern in his dream.
Abel could not believe it. He was reminded of the time where he had first forged a base of 100 skills and the time where he had first drawn a rune. Suddenly, it became clear to him. He must have had another flash of realization.
Flash of realization was a state you could only hope for. You could never plan for it. It had the power to enlighten the person with the perfect wisdom, unleashing an instinctive response for things that a person couldn't comprehend.
Abel took out the "beginner Wizard meditation guide" with a heart full of worry and then compared it to the pattern in his mind. He closely examined each change, thickness, and force of each stroke.
Stroke by stroke, Abel continued to examine the pattern silently, his finger followed the pattern on the "beginner wizard meditation guide" until the pattern had finished. It was exactly the same
Abel let out a breath of relief. There was no problem, and he had officially become a rank one novice wizard. The next step was to fill this pattern with mana. This step took a long time because it was through this stage that the wizard could effectively lead the mana alongside the path of the pattern with their power of the will. This allowed the pattern to absorb the mana more evenly. When the pattern had become a physical object in the mind, this step was complete.
When Abel was just about to proceed with this step of filling up the pattern, suddenly, Wizard Sam's voice began to come through his identity card. "Abel, what happened to you, why didn't you sweep the floor today?"
From his voice, Abel could tell that Wizard Sam was not blaming him; instead, he was filled to the brim with a sense of concern.
"Mr. Sam, I'll go now." Abel did not give any explanation and went straight towards Novice Wizard Sam's room.
"My child!" The voice of Wizard Sam came through Abel's identity card again. But by that point, Abel had already left his room and did not hear this voice of cherish.
Knock, knock…* "come in," said Novice Wizard Sam.
Abel opened the door to his room and quickly entered. The first thing he did was said to Novice Wizard Sam in embarrassment, "Mr. Sam; I'm so sorry that I slept late yesterday. I'll begin now."
"Wait!" Novice Wizard Sam looked at Abel with a sense of shock. He swallowed his saliva and said with a gentle voice, "you practiced the 'beginner wizard meditation" yesterday?"
Abel had just finished drawing a rank one novice wizard pattern; there was still a faint magical wave remained on his body. Mr. Sam had a deep understanding of meditation, so of course, he could see that Abel was different.
"Yes, Mr. Sam," Abel paused for a bit before continuing, "beginner wizard meditation" was way too hard. I spent an entire night until I could remember the pattern on the second page, and I've only drawn it out in my mind this morning.
"Can you fill it with mana?" Novice Wizard Sam desperately asked.
Sam was fully aware that successfully drawing a pattern didn't mean the person was a rank one novice wizard. They need to do it perfectly. Many students of wizardry could draw a pattern, but as long as there was a single mistake, they would not be able to fill it up with mana. Therefore, they need to scrap that pattern and start all over again.
Mr. Sam already knew that Abel must be extremely gifted. No matter if his pattern was successful was not, it still only took him one night to draw it. That fact alone had already confirmed that Abel was not just an ordinary gifted child.
The Novice Wizard Sam was filled with joy in his heart. A wizard was not a lone wolf, and they possessed longevity that was hard to comprehend by ordinary people. It was often tough for wizards to be friends with normal people. That was why in every wizard's heart, they cherished a wizard friend that they could trust and held it as high regard.
Abel had the talent to become a rank six official wizard, and Sam was confident that he could become one as well. It was the reason Sam wanted to build a strong relationship with Abel.
"Mr. Sam, I'll give it a try after I finish my work." Abel was a little confused about why Novice Wizard Sam was in such a hurry, as he was getting ready to get his cleaning equipment.
Novice Wizard Sam stuck out his hand and blocked Abel and said, "Don't worry about that, let's try it now. I want to see if you are Abel to fill the pattern up with mana."
"Ok, Mr. Sam "
Abel sat on the floor and began to absorb the mana in the air with his power of the will. There were more than enough mana in the magic tower, and it slowly began to gather on his power of the will. He then began to direct this mana in alongside each stroke of the pattern. His power of the will moved slowly along, more and more mana was absorbed from the air and released on to the pattern.
Although the pattern didn't look too big, it was filled with countless strokes tightly curved together, making the actual path of the pattern extremely long. It took Abel more than 2 hours until he had filled up all the strokes of the pattern with mana using his power of the will. When he had completed the last stroke, a ray of shining blue light quickly traveled backward from the endpoint of the pattern towards the starting point.
Novice Wizard Sam no longer needed Abel to explain. Just by looking at his body shining in blue light, he knew Abel had succeeded. At this moment, Novice Wizard Sam was witnessing the birth of a genius with his own eyes–A genius that he, himself, brought in to the world of wizardry.