Chapter 106: Level One Novice Wizard
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"I never thought you would be able to draw level 1 novice wizard magic patterns so quickly. Congratulations, you have successfully advanced to a level 1 novice wizard!" Novice Wizard Sam said to Abel with a smile.
Abel suddenly felt the magic throughout his body through his heart. This energy was utterly different from combat qi. It wasn't as violent as combat qi. Instead, it had a soft and continuous texture like the flow of water.
"I will give you this box of Constitution potion" for you to use. Mana can cause harm to your body." Sam then handed Abel a box and said to Abel, "Now that you have mana, you will learn to use it. How you will go from there is all up to you. There are three main options: fire, ice, electricity, or, if you're a genius, you can choose multiple options."
Before Sam could finish explaining the paths, he couldn't control himself and seemingly glanced over at the young child in front of him. He was a pure genius! He then hesitantly said, "I chose to learn the fire spells. This element is very practical with a powerful force. But most importantly, fire spells are the only skill that can replenish its energy through the heat from the air known as "Warmth."
Looking sheepishly, Novice Wizard Sam paused for a moment and then added, "Of course I've only learned firebomb so far. This spell is very practical, and its power will increase as the firebomb level increases."
"May I learn this from you, Mr. Sam?" Abel was looking forward to learning his first spell.
"Of course, but I can only teach you this specific magic, and your path will be decided when my teacher comes back. My abilities cannot point you to your path." Novice Wizard Sam said gravely to Abel.
Novice Wizard Sam took out a piece of lambskin parchment from the box behind him. It had an intricate pattern on it, and it seemed to be written in the language of the Holy Continent, the parchment read "Firebomb." Sam then placed the parchment onto Abel's hands, then said, "This is the firebomb pattern. You need to quickly use the power of the will in your hand to lead the mana in from the rank one novice magical pattern to draw out this 'firebomb' pattern. At the same time, you need to say the spell to ignite the 'firebomb' pattern. Afterward, you just need to point your power of the will to the direction you want to shoot the fireball."
"Are this your spell notes, Mr. Sam?" Abel recognized Sam's handwriting, which was written on parchment.
"It's no use to me. I have already remembered them all here." Novice Wizard Sam, pointing towards his brain and added, "Other than being a thing of sentiment, I'll just give it to you, and maybe you will find it useful."
Abel then looked at the parchment on his hands. Abel had experienced what it was like to draw a magical pattern from the second page of the 'beginner wizard meditation guide,' he understood how much effort it would take to copy a pattern note like this. This note was written by an actual rune pen, and it was a lot more flexible than the power of the will. Therefore, as long as the size and changes of the strokes are a tiny bit off balance, the entire note needed to be scrapped
"I'll demonstrate it once for you, watch it carefully!" Novice Wizard Sam alerted Abel.
As Novice Wizard Sam's right hand began to be scrambled across his chest, a wave of mana began to flow out along with the fingers of his right hand, creating a fiery red pattern on his chest. At the same time, he began to chant the spell, when Abel heard the spell, he was immediately shocked as the spell was spoken in an elf-ish language.
When the spell stopped, the fiery red pattern quickly condensed into a fireball, Sam then casually threw the fireball at the wall. When the ball was near the wall, the wall flashed with a bright white light, and the fireball immediately disappeared.
Novice Wizard Sam then looked at Abel's shocked emotion with a smile, and it was the first time Abel had seen a wizard casting spells. After letting Abel calm down for a bit, he asked, "Abel, did you watch it carefully?"
"Yes, Mr. Sam, I saw it clearly. How long does it take to cast these spells, in terms of the duration?" Abel asked as he had just seen Sam casting his spell in about 5 seconds.
"I slowed it down so you could see better. When you start, you might be slower than that. But as you practice more and more, you will get faster and faster," Sam said.
This time, Sam didn't actually didn't say the spell clearly. He spattered the words out in a speedy and unclear manner. His hand had moved a lot faster than before, and quickly drawn out a flaming red color pattern. In under a second, he had thrown a fireball on to the wall. Again it was blocked by the wall's flash of white light.
"Did you see it? That took around 1 second and a half and is the fastest I can reach. I've been practicing this for the past twenty years. My teacher Yveline, however, could cast the entire spell within 0.5 seconds." Sam said directly to Abel.
"Mr. Sam, why didn't the fireball hit the wall when you threw at it?" Abel's curiosity was fully aroused today, and the flash of the white light suddenly reminded him of the defensive shield and armor he had forged before, which was fitted with the runes of "12# sol" to reduce physical attacks. Abel realized it reacted more or less the same way when it was attacked, but this wall was attacked by magic.
"This is the tower's defense magic circle in effect; this magic tower has a lot of magic circles to protect themselves from enemy attacks as well as for preventing damages caused by experiments inside just like the one I just showed you," Sam explained with a smile.
"What language did you speak when you cast the spell?" Abel asked with concern. When Loraine was teaching Abel some elf language, she taught him a dialect of the elf language known as the noble elf language as able had taught him some noble way of speech. The spell that Novice Wizard Sam had just said was almost exactly the same as the noble elf language Loraine had thought him.
"That was the language of the high-rank elves. According to legend, the magic of the humans originated from the high-rank elves, and as the high-rank elves continued to disappear in this world, and slot of the elf legends we have today is actually a branch from the high-rank elves " Novice Wizard Sam was very pleased with Abel's willingness to learn these kinds of theories, as it was quite boring and tedious to learn these things.
Novice Wizard Sam had been learning only one spell, firebomb, for decades, but because he didn't have much energy to learn other spells, he spent a lot of time meditating every day. The rest of his time was spent practicing firebomb, and he also had to spend part of his time refining potions to help him practice.
"The language of the high-rank elves was still being used today, but it was only used by a small number of noble elves. If you want, I can repeat it once more. Listen to my pronunciation carefully. You can not make a mistake when using the spell" Novice Wizard Sam be an to say the spell again. This time he intentionally increased his volume and decreased his speed. So Abel could hear how each word was pronounced
"The passionate elves of fire! Please give me your strength! The attribute of fire! In the demand of the elves, please turn into a fireball that could overcome anything!" Abel had heard these words clearly in his ears. If Loraine could teach him these noble elves' language, Abel began to doubt the status of Loraine. Could Loraine be special?
"What about the power of fireball, Mr. Sam?" Abel was extremely concerned about this matter because he realized that Sam had only learned one spell. With the other disciples being here for such a long time and had only learned 2 to 3 spells. These powerful spells had already become the wizard's main weapon of self-defense.
"First of all, no one dares to take the initiative against a wizard with a magical tower background, and the reputation of a wizard is not made by us novice wizards, but by an actual wizard who would personally send the attacker to hell. The purpose of the firebomb spell was to give wizards the means to protect themselves during their novice stage. The most important thing was the meditation, which is the foundation of all wizards!" Sam said with a serious tone and then followed with a smile: 'The Firebomb spell is considered as the lowest level of spells, but it was still a magic attack. The attack can completely ignore a knight's defense. Even if the knight could fend off a few attacks, as long as the novice wizard had fully utilized the spell along with someone to protect them, 3 to 4 firebombs are enough to send a commander into his grave.
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Chapter 107
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Chapter 107: Powerful Golden Combat Qi
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At this point, Novice Wizard Sam had a proud expression on his face. It was true that novice wizards didn't have enough defensive powers, but in terms of their attack, it was extremely deadly.
"Alright then, go now. Make good use of the magic on your hands Abel!" Sam bowed his head and then began to do his work.
"Mr. Sam, something is going on in my family tomorrow, and I want to go back and take care of it," Abel whispered.
"No problem. You are in charge of managing your own time. I have nothing for you here anyways, so you can stay there for two more days if you need it." Sam said with a laugh. His attitude towards Abel was no longer like he was treating Abel as his nephew; he seemed to treat Abel as someone who was as important as him. Maybe it was because of Abel's genius.
"Mr. Sam, I'll come back clean up here afterward!" Abel bowed as he left the room.
The first thing Abel did when he got back to his room was to open his Horadric cube. He took out the scroll of town portal and tried to use his mana to activate the scroll on it, but he had to resist himself from using it. Since he was still in the magic tower, the chances of being caught using the scroll town portal were too big for Abel to risk.
For now, the only thing he could do was to learn the spells he saw earlier from Sam. Firstly, he took out the record of the parchment spell "Firebomb," then he began memorizing the pattern, the pattern seemed to be a little easier than the pattern for the level 1 novice wizard. After carefully memorizing and reading, Abel discovered that there were ten important places of the pattern to pay special attention to. With his past experience of the memory of a level 1 novice wizard, it only took him 1 to 2 hours to remember the entire pattern of the "Firebomb" spell.
Abel stretched out his right hand with his fingers beginning to row in the air. Although he had already memorized the pattern, it was very difficult to draw out the "Firebomb" pattern in the air, since it created a sense of unbalanced. Also, the speed of the magical power being drawn from the rank one novice wizard pattern in his mind, and the force applied through his fingers, were also difficult challenges that Abel needed to face.
When Abel was transmitting the mana through his body, he realized his power of will was being eroded by the mana. After the mana had passed through his body, it felt as if the autumn wind was sweeping through the grass. Abel felt a little weaker, but shortly after the mana had flowed through his body, there was a golden combat qi rushing towards the mana. Within seconds, he realized it was because of the corrosive effects of the mana, and the golden combat qi had repaired his body from the corrosive mana, which made him strong again. '
Abel's body was considered as very strong nowadays. Hence every bit of power increase was slowly becoming harder.
These days, the Knight's breathing technique he did every day almost had no effects on him. Each time of magical power damage and repair equaled to half a month of training the Knight's breathing technique. That was unbelievable
Abel was a special boy. His golden color combat qi had an unbelievable power to repair and strengthen his body. If you wanted to become a wizard, the latest age you could start was around 15 to 16, as you needed to dedicate a large amount of time and effort into it. With the magical power's damage to one's body, it was almost impossible for a wizard to be a knight simultaneously. Being a knight itself required a large amount of training to ignite the qi in the body, to attain a combat qi. Since the body of wizards were already damaged by magical power, how could they add Knight's training on top of that? Especially when both of their training were very time-consuming. With the magic causing damage to the body, it meant that Abel could no longer undertake any knight training, as well as his lack of spare time too.
Before deciding to study in the magical tower, Abel decided to put aside his future as a knight to prioritize for wizard studies. However, he had just discovered that through the wizard's learning process, the magic with the golden combat qi was able to work simultaneously. This meant the original magic that was harmful to the body was able to become a method for his continual training as a knight, hence the wizard practicing method was even better than the original Knight breathing technique.
Before lunch, Abel went to the laboratory where Sam, the novice wizard, resided in.
"Abel, come over here." Sam waved to Abel.
Surprisingly, Sam was having a meal in the dining room today, which he rarely did. When Abel saw him calling him, he took his meal and sat down in front down.
This scene made Ethan, who was grabbing his lunch on the side, very jealous. His eyes flashed with a glimmer of jealousy. At that moment, he was helping level 5 novice wizard Carlos, retrieve his lunch. He realized that Novice Wizard Carlos had never treated him the same way as to how Sam was treating Abel. This was because Novice Wizard Carlos was always busy, and whenever he was frustrated, he always scolded him.
Novice Wizard Carlos wasn't like Novice Wizard Sam. Novice Wizard Sam was still young, and he still had a lot of time to attack the bottleneck of becoming an official wizard. Therefore, they could still treat people with a nice attitude. However, Novice Wizard Carlos was already above the age of 100 and still hadn't become an official wizard. He could no longer take the route of naturally increasing his power, and he had to rely on drugs. But it was not easy. These drugs cost a lot of money and resources. Living with all these stress every day, you can imagine just how bad his mood would be. Novice Wizard Carlos wasn't the only one suffering like this in the magic tower. Both Novice Wizard Redd in The 4th story and Novice Wizard Tours were in the same situation
This was why all of the wizard followers were jealous of Abel, who was Sam's wizard follower. They just couldn't believe that Sam took his own time to teach his followers these kinds of magic spells. It made them extremely jealous.
"Hum!" Sam gave a dead stare into Ethan's face. Ethan's eyes gave Sam felt a sense of dissatisfaction. When Sam saw it, he immediately fell onto the floor and dropped the food along with him.
Ignoring Ethan, Sam turned to Abel with a smile. "You haven't met my teacher, wizard Yveline, so you're still free. It means you're not yet an official wizard's follower.
"Why, Mr. Sam?" Abel asked, stopping his cutlery.
"Because the wizard's practice requires a lot of resources, and when you officially become a wizard follower of the magic tower, you have to report your identity to the continental magic association. The association has a regulation. Each wizard may use their own ability to seek resources affect ordinary people themselves, that is, before the report your name to the mages guild, you through various means to get resource is approbated by the magic guild." Sam explained.
"And how do wizards acquire their resources?" Abel had some understanding of the rules of the Wizard Union. If powerful wizards entered the secular world to use powerful magic to obtain resources, then the world would be in chaos. Most of the wizard's resources relied on the human world. Therefore, If the normal human world was in chaos and invaded by external forces, the wizards would no longer have a place to seek their resources.
"Novice wizards can gain resources by making rune signs and potions, or even going out for adventures to seek resources. On the other hand, official wizards can freely choose which every country they want to stay in, and that country will happily provide resources for them, and help them build their magic tower according to their ranks." Said Novice Wizard Sam with a smile.
By that point, Abel had understood from these words that the rule of 'can not use your magical power to influence or harm others for personal resource' was targeted towards novice wizards. Official wizards were already supported by the country, so they no longer needed to seek resources themselves and could focus on their training.
Then, Abel asked Novice Wizard Sam something he always wanted to ask. "If wizards could make something like a rune sign, why don't they make magic weapons?".
If wizards could make a rune sign, shouldn't making a magic weapon be way easier?
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Chapter 108
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Chapter 108: A Foolish Incident
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"Hahaha." Novice Wizard Sam couldn't help laughing loudly. Then, he stopped and said, "The dwarfs' Blacksmith Master use ancient runes to make magic weapons. That's some extremely incredible technology."
Novice Wizard Sam took a sip of fruit juice in his cup and proceeded to say, "Wizards also grasped some of those runes, which are the ones used on the rune sign. Although the runes in magic weapons can be used a lot of times, it's only effective when the weapon strikes a person. Do you expect a wizard can strike someone with a weapon?"
Up to this point, Novice Wizard Sam let out a small laugh and continued his speech, "Rune signs can attack or defend in however way you like. They're a lot more convenient than magic weapons and more suitable for us weak wizards. On top of that, which one do you think can generate more profits, a one time use rune sign, or a magic weapon that could be used countless times.
By that point, Abel understood. Rune signs were more suitable for Wizards to use and could help them make the most amount of money. On the other hand, magic weapons were only ideal for occupations that often indulged in close battles, and due to their longevity, wizards could not continue to make money off it. That's why they did not spend too much time researching it.
"Of course, if you have deep knowledge in runes, you can create a magic weapon used by a wizard, known as the magic cane. Magic cane was the dream of every wizard." Novice Wizard Sam began to laugh again. "But it was not easy. There aren't many wizards who own magic canes. Even my teacher does not have one."
"You can go back this afternoon, take care of everything you need to. Remember, resources are essential, especially to novice wizards," Novice Wizard Sam said gently. He was reminded of his fellow disciples. They were all working like crazy for resources. But of course, Novice Wizard Sam would not mention this to Abel.
"Mr. Sam, thank you very much for your teaching!" Abel could sense how much Novice Wizard Sam cherished him. He had helped him a lot, especially with all the faint sense of jealousy coming from all the other wizard followers in the tower. Abel understood how rare this was.
Abel felt like he was cheating the system. He had only arrived at the magic tower a few days ago, and he had already requested a three day holiday. However, Abel had a lot of things to take care of when he would leave the magic tower. Other than going to take care of the comprehension issue with the royals, the most important thing was that he needed to ignite the scroll of town portal.
The long grey robe surrounded Abel's body as he walked on the road downhill. As he was walking, he thought of the "fireball" pattern. His fingers continued to move in his robe. Although he didn't use any magical power, he sensed that he could make a mistake very easily and needed to start again.
Abel was thinking about the pattern, and before he knew it, he had already reached the bottom of the hill. He was out of the surrounding area of the magic tower. Suddenly, a team of public security guards wearing all black surrounded him.
"Mr, you need to go to the noble arbitral tribunal to answer a few questions now!" The leader of the public security public guards stared at this student of wizardry in long grey robes with a pair of dark eyes. At first the public security guard did not want to accept this mission. He knew his target was a student of wizardry, and anything to do with wizards could bring about troubles.
However, this student of wizard in front of them had offended their high-status young master Newton Benson, who was also a student of wizardry. The Benson family was one of the four most powerful families in Bakong City, and young master Newton Benson was one of the Benson family's first wife's children, who had studied at the magic tower for a very long time.
As a public security guard cultivated by the Benson family, he did not have the guts to reject the command of one of the Benson family's first wife's children. On top of that, the person their young master wanted to seek revenge was only an ordinary student of wizardry, a nobody, so the task should be easy. They were also using the name of Noble arbitral tribunal to arrest this student of wizardry. Therefore, no one could save him, unless if an official wizard appeared.
"Arrest me?" A ruminate smile began to come through the hood of his robe. He would never have guessed in a hundred years that someone would call the public security guards to arrest him.
"Please come with us!" The leader of the public security guards did not have the guts to use physical force on a student of wizardry. He only raised his voice.
The leader of the public security guard had already expected that he might not be able to arrest this student of wizardry. As long as the student of wizardry refused, there was no way they could have forcefully kept him.
"Ok, if that's what you want!" Abel thought, he might as well find out who was the man behind this drama.
"Take him away!" The leader of the public security guard waved to his men, and a few public security went up and took Abel on to a horse carriage.
The leader of the public security guard let out a breath of relief. This student of wizardry really was a nobody. If not, this student of wizardry would have most likely used his status to threaten him already. He only needed to raised his voice a little until the kid was scared and followed him on to the carriage.
Abel stayed inside the carriage while looking out the window. After going through a few main roads, he arrived at a large pure white building.
"We've arrived. Please step out."
Upon hearing these words, Abel stepped out of the carriage with his head pointing down. When he lifted his head, the first thing he saw was a statue of the goddess of justice and order, which one hand holding a balance scale, sword on another, while stepping on a venomous snake.
The infamous noble arbitral tribunal must be the building behind this statue. With the escort of the public security guards, Abel had entered this building.
In the center of the building's hall, there was a young man around the age of 20 wearing a suit waiting. Along his side were two judges of the noble arbitral tribunal wearing a uniform with a print of the goddess of justice on top of it. When Abel stepped into the hall, the young men looked at Abel with a sense of hatred out of jealousy.
"My two superiors, young master Newton, the men you want had been brought here!" Said the public security guards, saluting to the two judges and the young man in a suit.
"My two superiors, it was he who stolen my gold coins and disrespected my family's coat of arms. I request to send him to the remote Murray City." Said the young man loudly.
This was a setup, and the reason for it was excruciatingly simple. Newton did not want to take the life of this student of wizardry. He only wanted to escort him away, so he could still return to the magic tower and continue to be a follower of Novice Wizard Sam.
A noble accused an average person, and the Benson family had bribed the two judges. Newton was sure this student of wizardry could not escape these types of high success rate accuses.
However, the process must be done quickly–quickly escort this student of wizardry to Murray City before he had the chance to tell Novice Wizard Sam, and then find someone to kill him. Therefore, this would have nothing to do with Newton.
"You accuse on behalf of the Benson family?" A voice came from Abel's robe before the two judges could even speak.
"You need to address me as your highness. I accuse you on behalf of the Benson Family!" Newton was irritated. His voice sounded a-bit sharp.
"The two respected judges are representing the goddess of justice and order. Can you testify he was accusing me on behalf of the Benson family?" Abel asked the two judges. His voice sounded calm as always.
By this point, the two judges already realized something was odd. This student of wizardry was not an average person. Through his way of speech, they could tell that he was a noble that gone through the noble's etiquette training. On top of that, this student of wizardry seemed way too calm in the noble arbitral tribunal. There was not a single bit of terror within him.
One of the judges turned to Newton and asked, "Young master Newton, can you accuse on behalf of the Benson family?"
Newton did not know what the judge mean by that. He had only been kicked out of the magic tower, and he did not have the guts to tell his family. He had all of these connections by just directly saying the name of his family. All he wanted was to escort this student of wizardry quickly. If not, his status within the family with be dramatically lowered. He might not even be able to get his resources for training.
"Yes, I am very certain I can accuse on behalf of the Benson family!" Said Newton decisively.
The two judges exchanged gazes with a helpless expressions. The judge who had just spoken then turned to Abel and said, "Now, I will inform you officially. The Benson family had accused you of stealing young master Newton's gold coins and disrespected their family's coat of arms. Do you have any comments??
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Chapter 109: The Noble Arbitural Tribunal
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"Your status is not high enough to accuse me" Abel's voice came out of his voice with a hint of ridicule and mockery.
"Please testify with your identity!" The two judges did not get angry. As long as the person was not stupid, no one would not have the guts to say nonsense in the noble arbitral tribunal.
"Ok!" Abel took out a coat of arms medal from his chest pocket and handed it towards the two judges. Newton was already interested to see what it was, but the body of one of the judges blocked him.
In a blink of an eye, one of the judges had already handed the coat of arm medal back to Abel. They then said with an earnest voice, "Sorry, the honorable baron. You will be treated according to your status!"
"Baron?" As soon as Newton heard these words, he felt like he was going to blackout. His legs felt like they could not even support him. Since when did Duchy of Carmel have a Baron at this age. Who was this person he had offended?
"It's fake. There's no doubt. It's fake," Newton shouted. He had already put almost everything on this bet. If any of these circumstances was exposed, it could yield in horrific results. He would either be murder by Novice Wizard Sam or kicked out of his family.
"Excuse me, Mr. judge representing the goddess of justice and order. Newton has disrespected my family coat of arms and disregarded the dignity of the noble arbitral tribunal in front of you!" Abel said in a monotone voice.
"We can no longer handle this matter, honorable baron. We will ask one of the duty chiefs of judges to serve you. Please have a seat and drink a cup of coffee!" One of the judges waved at a servant to deliver a cup of coffee to Abel and gave the other judge an eye signal.
The other judge bowed to Abel and walked off.
Seeing Abel sitting, enjoying a cup of coffee, filling the room with aroma, Newton knew something was not right. To sit down here and enjoy a coffee, this baron must not be ordinary. He must be a baron with some even more frightening status.
As soon as that judge walked off, a middle-aged man with the same goddess of justice and order printed uniform had walked towards Abel. The only difference about his uniform was that it had a few extra gold strips, which made it look more luxurious. He said to Abel, "The honorable Master Abel, Chief of judges Randle is here to serve you."
"The respectable chief of judges, Mr. Randle. The Benson family has made a laughable accusation towards me. As an outstanding military service baron and a Blacksmith Master, they accused me of stealing gold coins from Newton and disrespecting their family's coat of arms!" Said Abel with an intense sense of mockery.
"Excuse me, Mr. Newton, you said that baron Abel had stolen your gold coins and disrespected your family coat of arms. Can you provide some details on where and when he had stolen your gold coins and disrespected your family coat of arms?" The chief of judges asked Newton.
Newton was not prepared to be asked these sudden questions. At first, this was only a setup. As long as he could escort Abel out of Bakong City to Murray City, and find someone to assassinate him along the way, this plan would be perfect. However, this chief of judges, Randle was not partnered with the Benson family. Newton did not know how to reply at all when he was being asked these questions out of a sudden. As he stared into the cold eyes of the chief of judges, Newton began to panic, and he blurted out, "yesterday in the magic tower, in the magic tower, he had disrespected my family's coat of arms."
Abel gently took the hood of the robe off his head, exposing a face that is so young that was unduly. His face was filled with smile and said, "Mr. Newton, you seemed to forget that you had already been kicked out of the magic tower a few days ago. Also, with your current status, would you carry your family's coat of arms medal around?"
A family coat of arms medal could only be carried by the head of the family and his inheritance. If other members of the family wanted to use it, it could only be shown through something like a coat of arms etched horse carriage or a flag.
"Arrest Newton!" The chief of judges, Randle shouted. As soon as these words filled the room, two public security guards held Newton down. By that point, they could no longer care about Newton. They could only hope to put forward their best behavior in front of baron Abel to preserve their lives.
The chief of judges then turned to Abel and said: "what demands do you have for this situation!"
"If the Benson family doesn't pay enough compensation for this, I will request a family arbitration!" said Abel calmly.
However, to the chief of judges, what Abel had said was not as calm as they say he said it. Family arbitration meant that Abel wanted bring this situation to the highest court of the noble arbitration tribunal with the highest-ranking judge. The winner of the noble arbitration would inherit half of the losing family's assets. It was not a simple process, and it was a battle between the connection and power of each family. The one who could influence the highest judge the most would be the winner.
As soon as the arrested Newton heard these words, he couldn't help but feet a sense of hope. He had never even heard of Abel's family. How could they be more powerful than the Benson family. If the family arbitration took place, the Benson family would win without a doubt.
"No need to think, we are willing to pay as much as baron Abel wants" an old man's voice filled the hall as a suited old man walked in.
"Head of the family!" Newton was dumbstruck as he stared at the older man entering.
The suited old man folly gazed at the tide up Newton and turned to Abel. He then gave him a bow and said, " the honorable baron Abel. Our family felse deep regret that we had produced a scum of the community like ths. The Benson family are willing to repay you with two shops located in Tian Jing Avenue, and a courtyard outside of Bakong City.
Both of the judge and the chief of judges had been stunned by the value of the compensation the head of the Benson family was willing to pay. Newton, on the other hand, could do nothing but shive. He had understood that this young baron named Abel was someone with an extremely high status that even the Benson family couldn't afford to offend. He had committed a great mistake. There was no way he could fix what he had done.
TianJing Avenue was the main road of Bakong city. Every shop on that road would cost more than 100 thousand gold coins, but still, no one would be willing to give up one of these shops in the ultimate estate of the Duchy of Carmel. The lands outside of Bakong city was extremely high as well, and every courtyard had its unique style. Although the head of the Benson family did not explicitly state which courtyard, it shouldn't be an ordinary courtyard considering their wealth.
Abel returned the bow and said, "the honorable head of the Benson family, I accept your compensation!"
After the head of the Benson family heard that Abel had accepted their compensation, he let out a breath of relief. Although ordinary people did not know, as the head of one of the four leading families of Bakong City, how could he not know about this young baron's connection with head commander Hopkins.
How the event had taken place had been covered up by someone. However, the head of the Benson family knew about every single detail from head commander Hopkins bow to Abel, to his promise that no one in Bakong city would be allowed to attack Abel. Today, he had gotten the information that his family's Newton had used the family's power to accuse a young student of wizardry named Abel. Therefore, he quickly rushed here just in case the student of wizardry that Newton was charging was baron Abel. Just as he had expected, as soon as he arrived, he could hear baron Abel's complaint.
If the family arbitration had taken place, or that head commander Hopkins had decided to seek revenge, the Benson family could not uphold these two circumstances. Head commander Hopkins had just stated no one in Bakong city could attack Abel, and a member of his family set up to Abel. This was an insult to head commander Hopkin. Imagine if he found out about this. The head of the Benson family couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine.
Therefore, the head of the Benson family had to rush here by himself and pay a hefty compensation, hoping Abel could understand and solve this situation as soon as possible.
The head of the Benson family bowed to Abel again and said, "Thank you for forgiving the wrongdoing of the Benson family, I will escort Newton to Murray city and make sure he could never return!"
Abel replied with a smile, "I am delighted with your decision! I believe the Benson family and I can be friends!"
As Abel was walking out of the noble arbitral tribunal, he rejected the chief of judges, Randle's aspirations to help him get to his destination. Abel waved at a rental horse carriage outside. As he was sitting in the horse carriage, he couldn't help but laugh. Novice Wizard Sam wanted him to find any resource that might be useable, as soon as he stepped out someone had automatically delivered resources to him. It seemed like he would need to come back to the noble arbitral tribunal again tomorrow to take care of another compensation.
Many people were frightened by the noble arbitral tribunal, but Abel's impression of it was very positive. It could turn a lot of the unknown hidden assets of Abel into wealth that he could freely and officially spend in bright daylight.
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Chapter 110
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Chapter 110: The Portal
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
"You're back, Abel! I missed you so much!"
As Abel walked along the boulevard towards his mansion, he saw the lovely little elf, Loraine, calling out from inside the gate. She grabbed him by his left arm, and she looked happy.
"I missed you too, Loraine," Abel smiled as he patted Loraine on the head.
'Woof!' Black Wind barked as it saw Abel's face. It ran towards Abel and started circling him in a frenzy.
"You're not a dog, Black Wind. Stop doing that!" Abel scratched his head as Black Wind welcomed him back. He might be good at taming beasts, but it wouldn't be funny if he were to train a wolf into a domesticated dog.
It needed training, so it seemed. While thinking about what he should teach Black Wind, Abel walked inside the mansion and found Ken waiting for him.
"Ken," Abel ordered, "Go find me a wolf trainer. We need someone to teach Black Wind to behave like a wolf, not a dog that waggles its tail all day long!"
"Yes, Master," Ken replied as he glanced at the overly-excited Black Wind, "I've been looking for trainers for a while already. If you have any spare time, tell me, and I'll bring the man to you for an interview.'
'Thanks, Ken. I know I can always count on you. Sure, let's have him come over tomorrow afternoon. By the way, I need you to tag along with me tomorrow. We are going to the aristocratic arbitral tribunal."
"Yes, Master, I have sorted out the compensation as well. You just need to sign it."
"Excellent, Ken, but there's another sum of compensation fee we need to collect. Let's get it all sorted tomorrow," Abel said, as he remembered the fee he needed to get from the Benson family.
Ken didn't expect there to be another fool who would risk offending his master. It was all the better for them. The more someone had to pay Abel, the more assets the castle would hold, and the higher the reputation the Giant Dragon crest would gain.
"I have some questions for you, Loraine," Abel turned towards Loraine.
"I shall leave you two now, then," Ken bowed, then exited the room. He was a wise servant.
"What's the matter, Abel?" Loraine asked Abel as she looked at him with her large, innocent eyes.
Abel inquired as gently as he could, "Loraine, who taught you how to speak in the noble tongue of the elves?"
"My mother," Loraine replied, her eyes slightly red as she mentioned the word "mother."
Abel patted Loraine on the back as he continued, "A wizard told me that the noble tongue of the elves is an infrequent language, spoken only by the highly respected members of the elf community."
'Yes, you are right," Loraine added as she's suddenly remembered, "We also call it the noble elf language because only the nobles spoke them."
"Sure, sure," Abel said. Loraine wasn't in the mood to mention her family. He didn't want to put too much pressure on her.
Abel returned to his room. After he took a shower, he got himself into his fine silk, and started contemplating to himself.
He wanted to try using the Scroll of Town Portal again. If it worked, he might not return to this world again. While he wouldn't call this world his "home," he liked it a lot here.
Here, he had his new parents, brothers, and an adoptive father who never treated him with indifference. He has got a good teacher who taught him everything he knew. He's got his wolf and his eagle, both of which were bound to him by spiritual contract.
Despite all of that, Ya Bo wanted to have a look at the world he came from, even if it was just for a few seconds.
After locking the door of his room from the inside, Abel took out the Tome of Town portal from his Horadric Cube. Its royal blue cover was laced with dark, golden linings which, occasionally, would glister when the lights were off.
There were twenty scrolls inside the Tome of Town Portal. After failing to test it at Bennett Castle, the number of scriptures was automatically reset to its maximum. It wasn't supposed to be like this in the game, but the Horadric Cube contained all the cheats that were added in back on Earth. As long as the scrolls weren't used repeatedly, there would also be some extras inside the tome.
Abel tried to pass the magic in the magic of the first-level apprentice wizard to the scroll. As cold magic flowed from his body towards the hand that was holding the Tome of Town Portal, Abel released his golden combat qi and inserted it into the Scroll of Town Portal.
Suddenly, the Scroll of Town Portal exploded like fireworks. It was then suspended in mid-air, vanished after opening up a small, blue wormhole out of nowhere. The wormhole became bigger and bigger after it was created, and just when Abel thought that it would expand on like this forever, it became stationary after reaching a height of roughly two meters, and a width of about one meter. It was shaped like a door, and its inside appeared to be waves of unending blue ripples.
Abel's first thought was to touch the ripples. That's how beautiful they were. After checking that everything was in his portal bag, which was kept very safely inside the Horadric Cube, his legs froze as he started to feel worried about where the portal led.
There was no guarantee that the portal would take him home. After thinking for a bit longer, Abel took out his blue armor and his magic sword and equipped himself as well as he could. There were a lot of cosplayers back on Earth, so even if he did get home, he wouldn't have to worry too much about getting too much attention.
Abel took a deep breath, put his hand in this door. As soon as he touched it, a strong power dragged him in it. With spins experience, Abel didn't know how much time passed. He just felt dizzy.
Then, he stepped on the ground, and he finally eased over.
Everything made Abel nervous. He tightened the magical sword turned around, and thought that this must not be the earth. Although it seemed to be night, he could still see that this was a small gathering place.
Where Abel stood was a place that looked like a central square. Next to him was a fire pond with black ash. There was a broken carriage in front of him. A medieval-style wooden box was placed over it. It was reinforced by dark gold metal bars that looked quaint and heavy.
At this moment, the transport door behind him flashed a huge blue light and then disappeared.
There was no way back.
After taking a deep breath, Abel completely released his qi, and he felt countless and robust mana here. The world was full of magical power. With every breath, magical power had spread all over the body, and the golden qi followed him to start repairing. Here, Abel could improve his strength just by standing still. It was unbelievable for him.
There a white tent ahead of Abel. Abel knew where he was now. He was in the Rogue's Encampment from Diablo. If he wasn't mistaken, the white tent should belong to Akara, the blind priestess of the rogues.
So that's why everyone was so strong in the Diablo universe. All the women could become rogues, and all the men could become spearsmen and swordsmen. With so much magic around, even a pig could be turned into a deadly opponent to fight against.
Abel walked to the tent, but he couldn't find any traces of people. The ground and the table in front of the tent were laid with thick layers of dust. This place was abandoned for a very long time, so it seemed.
Abel blew a few times on the table, a burst of dust rose, he quickly backed away to avoid the dust. After the dust slowly dissipated, a small gem on the table caught his attention.
This gem was a very ordinary diamond piece. There was something very special about it, though. There were a lot of runes written on it. Like, a lot of runes.
Abel stepped forward to pick up the diamond. As soon as his hand touched the diamond, a light flashed from the diamond. Abel quickly jumped back as he readied himself for a defensive position.
As the light sparked across the tent, it turned into a woman in a purple cape. Abel knew who it was on the spot. It was Akara, and there was no doubt about that.