Abe The Wizard (Personal) Chapter 31 Ch 146 - Ch 150

Chapter 146

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It worked. The Akara's tent was connected with Abel's power of the Will. And along with that, Abel managed to learn how to control the canvas itself. He tapped on one of the support points of the tent, and it quickly contracted itself like an umbrella. It was too big for him to pack it up before, but now he could hold it in his own hands.

Abel wanted to wrap up the tent with his power of the Will. He tried to put it inside the Kong Kong spiritual beast bag, but the bag didn't show any reaction. He tried the private storage box instead, and the tent quickly went in.

Abel got a little surprised. He didn't expect the Akara's tent to be packed up so easily. Not only was it big, but it also contained a lot of various items. Since he couldn't go inside the Kong Kong spiritual beast bag, he didn't know how big that was. Yet, he did spend a lot of time inside the Akara's tent himself, so he knew how spacious it was.

Just to be sure, Abel took out the Akara's tent again and activated it with his mana. Soon, the tent slowly opened itself up. As he went in, he noticed that everything was the same as before. The private storage box had nothing to do with what happens inside the tent.

Instead of closing up the tent again, Abel decided to walk towards the rest spot that he built. While sitting on the chair that was made of ambergris timber, he took out his sheep parchment scroll and started reading about the "frozen armor" spell.

Since he had a similar experience with the "fireball" spell, Abel managed to figure out how to draw the runes for "frozen armor" in just eight days. While the initial activation time for fireball was two minutes, it was three minutes for the frozen armor spell. This was because the frozen armor spell was more complicated than the fireball spell.

After finishing with the rune drawing, Abel began to chant out in the noble tongue of the elves, "O the Ice elf! Use your divine power to weave a pure white armor around me!"

As he spoke, the rune pattern he drew started glowing in white. The Horadric Cube on his right arm started reflecting a dark gold light, which somehow made the rune pattern larger than it originally was. Eventually, an armor glowing in frost appeared around Abel's body.

Watching as the Horadric Cube glowed in dark gold light, Abel felt like his effort was worth it. The frozen armor rune pattern he drew was recognized by the Horadric Cube. After spending eight days on it, his work finally paid off.

Skill: Frozen armor

Description: Increase your defense while freezing your enemies when they hit you

Mana cost: 7

Defense bonus: 25%

Spell Duration: 108 seconds

Freeze duration: 1.1 seconds

Current skill level: 0

Progress till the next level: 1/5000

After Abel finished reading the skill description, the frozen armor on him exploded and vanished in the air.

Abel tried to draw a frozen armor pattern again. As he lifted his finger in the air, the skill tree in his Horadric Cube was being activated. Suddenly, a voice came to ask him inside his head, "Do you want to activate your "frozen armor" spell with your skill tree?"

"Yes," Abel thought, and a complete rune pattern suddenly appeared in his right hand. Without even doing the enchantments, the rune pattern started sucking mana out of him on its own, and soon, a set of frozen armor appeared around his body.

Abel felt safe as the chilling sensation of the "frozen armor" surrounded him. He's finally got a defensive spell of his own. While it was only effective in close-range combat, he didn't think that long-range attacks would do a lot of damage to him. He was an intermediate knight, after all. Besides, he could use golden combat qi. Sure, even if regular long-range attacks would be a threat to him, he could always take out his magic shield from his portal bag.

There was a downturn in using the frozen armor, however. Its mana cost was way too high, at about seven points in less than two minutes. If Akara could be resurrected after all these years, he would love her to make some blue-quality mana potions for him to use.

If only the hell creatures outside had their own potions. That'd be so nice, Abel thought. As long as he could loot enough potions from the fallen, he could practice his spells as much as he liked to. As dangerous as that might be, it sounded like a much better choice than to study alone inside his lab.

From his calculation, Abel could tell that he had two more days left. Because of how fast his body was growing due to puberty, he could no longer fit inside his blue armor.

Abel stayed at Rogue's Encampment every night. While his body would revert back to its original state when he left the dark world, the strain his body received during training would stay. As a result, not only was he starting to get a bigger appetite every single day, but he was also starting to grow at a much faster rate.

The blue armor was originally 1.7 to 1.8 meters tall. Since Abel was about 1.9 meters tall now, he became oversized for it. That being said, it was good to have the "frozen armor" spell instead of making new armor according to his new body size. The next time he was making his own armor, so he thought he would have to wait for his body to stop getting taller first.

So far, the only equipment Abel could use as a shield, an ice magic sword, and a knight's lance that could bump his enemies away. As he realized that he had no way to launch a long-range attack, he took out his Harry Bow.

Ever since Abel became a knight, he had hardly used the Harry bow at all. Although it was strong enough to kill both beginner and intermediate knights instantaneously, he was already strong enough to take on advanced knights in a one-on-one fight. While the Harry Bow did kill about a hundred or so worgens before, it was not a very useful tool now. Apart from drawing his enemies to him, there really wasn't any use for it.

As a knight, having a good sword, a shield, a knight lance, and a good bow were important. Yet, even as a master blacksmith, Abel was afraid that he couldn't find a suitable bow for himself. For someone as strong him, he would need a super sturdy bow–one that could satisfy his 4,000-pound strength.

As he contemplated to himself, Abel walked into the Bloor Moor once more. This time, he decided that he wouldn't wear any armor. To stop the quill rats from ambushing him, he had to detect them first with his power of the Will, which, at his current level, had a range as far as 16 meters in radius. If the enemies were outside the 16-meter radius, he would have to depend on his fight instinct as an intermediate knight.

Abel really wanted to become an advanced knight now. After fighting some elite knights himself, he knew how much keener their sense of danger as compared to intermediate knights. If he managed to become an advanced knight himself, he would have a much higher survival rate inside the Bloor Moor that he was in now.

Noo! As he concentrated on his power of the Will, Abel could tell that a thorn was shot towards him. He quickly picked up his magic shield, which made the flying thorn bounced off it. He stuck his ice magic sword in the ground, lifted his finger, and launched a fireball towards a quill rat that was about twenty meters away from him.

The mouse gave a terrible shriek when it was hit. Yet, in Abel's view, the wound was not very serious. In fact, as the quill rat was just about to be burnt to its death, a blue light flashed across it and quickly extinguished the flames.

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Chapter 147

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Abel frowned. There's something odd about this quill rat. Maybe it was a pack leader. Talk about back luck. He didn't expect to see one right after getting out of the Rogue's Encampment.

It wasn't the worst situation to be in, though. Whether it was a pack leader or not, quill rats were the weakest hell creatures out there. The one Abel encountered just now was only a little bit harder to kill. Yeah, "harder to kill" as in it could be killed with five fireballs.

Wait a second. If it's just an ordinary quill rat, it could be killed with one or two fireballs that's not even upgraded. Abel's fireball was in level seven. If he had to use five of them to kill this pack leader, that means it was already stronger than a knight's commander in terms of its defensive capability.

The leader one used its final strength to let out a loud, terrible squeak, which spread far away from the Blood Moor. Just to be safe, Abel threw another fireball at the dying rat.

A dark shadow flew over the quill rat's corpse. It was then absorbed into the Horadric Cube on his right arm. Although Abel was sure that it was dead, he didn't let his guard down at all. If anything, his power of the Will was telling him that danger was coming.

Suddenly, the ground started shaking. There was a giant horde of creatures moving towards Abel.

Abel was nervous, of course. He took out his shield and prepared to withdraw, but as he heard the many, many, many squeaks in the air, he gave up on the idea of retreating.

"Solid Defense!" Abel screamed, and his golden combat qi surrounded his shield, which was then connected to the ground below him.

Dang Dang Dang Dang DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANGDANGDANDANGDANGDANGDDANDANDANDA...

There were hundreds of quill rats shooting thorns at Abel. It was literally a rain of spikes. As the shield was not large enough, it could only cover some key components of his body. Fortunately, however, Abel used the Bennett family's secret knights technique, "solid defense" just in time. As his shield was connected to the ground, he created a barrier large enough to cover up his entire body.

When was this attack ever going to end? While they weren't doing a lot of damage to Abel, he had to use up a lot of his combat qi to guard against them. Actually, it was the first time that he felt like he didn't have enough combat qi in him. This was a very rare discovery for him because his qi core was much larger (many times over, even) than that of any ordinary knight.

This just couldn't go on. While connecting to his private storage box with his power of the Will, Abel reached for the improved version of his 130 skill exploding big sword. As it instantly appeared in his hand, he threw it as far towards his front as he could.

Although he couldn't see anything outside the shield, his power of the Will would tell him everything.

"3, 2, 1, Boom!"

As Abel counted, a huge explosion followed. With some metal shards in them, a huge amount of soil splattered on his shield. If he wasn't using his "solid defense," he would've been gravely injured there. He did have to use up a large amount of his combat qi in such a short time, but still.

In a split second, a large number of shadows rushed into the Horadric Cube. This time, Abel made sure that these shadows belonged to the souls of quill rats. Just now, there wasn't any attack coming from the direction that he threw his exploding big sword at.

Without giving it too much thought, another exploding big sword appeared in Abel's hand. As he felt an attack coming from a certain direction, he just threw it towards there.

Boom.

And again.

Boom.

The rest of the pack was still attacking. Were these creatures not afraid of death? As Abel's combat qi was about to run, his last explosive sword appeared in his hand.

Boom.

While the exploding big sword could do both physical and fire damage, Abel still had to throw out four of them before he was able to clear off his enemies. When he was done, the world around him was back to being quiet. He couldn't feel any attack on his shield.

The Horadric Cube was like a bottomless container, silently absorbing the countless souls that Abel has just claimed. After letting out a sigh of relief, Abel finally withdrew his magic shield. There was a pile of dead quill rats in front of him. While most of them were turned into mush, some of them were still half-alive.

Abel picked up his ice magic sword and killed the struggling ones. To his discovery, the neck was the vital spot of these rats. As soon as he poked his blade in their necks, these rats would stop struggling almost immediately.

Suddenly, the power of the Will warned Abel that a long thorn was coming at him, to which Abel raised the shield and deflected it. After that, he threw the ice magic sword and nailed the quill rat that was attacking him to the ground.

Abel stretched out his right index finger. As he shot out a fireball, it quickly killed that rat as it was struggling on the ground. While it was already injured, it would've died to this level 7 fireball even if it was in perfect condition.

As it turned out, fireballs were more convenient than the ice magic sword if Abel wanted to clear off these quill rats. As he started tapping with his right hand's fingers, he continued to hit the quill rats that were trying to make an escape.

This was a slaughter. The quill rats that had completely lost their ability to fight back. When Abel's mana ran out, he picked up the ice magic sword and continued to kill these quill rats. He got good at it. It was like picking oysters out of their shells. By inserting his blade into the rat's neck, he could easily separate the head from the body. He was doing all of this with the guide of his power of the Will, of course.

As many souls entered into his right arm, a dark golden light flashed out from the Horadric Cube. Instead of opening the cube right away, Abel decided to hurry up and kill all the remaining quill rats first. After he was done, he quickly opened up the cube with his finger.

Inside the Horadric Cube, there was the Tome of Town Portal, private storage box, and the kong kong spiritual beast bag. Nothing was lost.

"What's this?" Abel said as he found a dark golden crystal bottle at the corner of the cube. He used the power of the Will to take it in his hand.

It was a wide-based crystal bottle, and by looking through the transparent glass that was used to make, Abel could see that the liquid inside had a dark golden shade to it.

What kind of potion could be this color? Abel opened it as carefully as he could. The smell was kind of weird. Yet, regardless of how sketchy it seemed, a voice was telling him that he had to drink.

It was his own soul. It was demanding that he had to drink this potion. If Abel had to guess, this potion must be synthesized by the quill rats that he killed, but if the Horadric Cube has just made drink made out of corrupted souls, would be safe actually to have a taste of it?

Since the potion was in dark gold quality, the Horadric Cube just showed its name "soul potion" without any description.

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"Can I drink this? Should I?

Abel was hesitant, but he trusted the Horadric Cube. After all, it gave him all the skills he had in this world. With that in mind, Abel poured the strange-smelling potion into his mouth.

As he swallowed, Abel felt the blood rushing towards his brain. At this moment, his mind was like the CPU of a supercomputer, running faster and faster.

All the knowledge he learned in the past few months, the 3rd-level, 4th-level, and 5th-level apprentice wizard's rune, 'fireball' pattern, 'frozen armor' pattern, the noble tongue of the elves and so on, they had been reanalyzed by his brain — the two spell patterns, especially. After learning how to draw their rune patterns, he just kept using the Horadric Cube to cast them.

It was convenient with the Horadric Cube's skill tree, but the only way for him to memorize the patterns was to do them manually. Without the correct understanding of these runes, there was no way that he could learn the extended versions of them.

The long noble tongue of the elves for issuing the spell was an important reason for limiting the speed. In Abel's brain, a virtual Abel was using this tongue, and each 'fireball' pattern was reflected in his mind. As the virtual continuously issued the spells, he mastered the spell gradually.

Inside Abel's imagination, he would have an infinite amount of mana. Not only that, but the number of words he needed to chant out in the noble tongue of the elves was also reduced. It was cut from the original four sentences to three, to two, and finally just one sentence.

As Abel imagined himself firing the fireball one by one, he tried to deconstruct the entire spell. He tried to alter the sentence structure of the spell enchantment, which, in the end, made it possible to activate the spell "fireball" with just the word "fireball."

Abel didn't have to go so far to do this. The noble elves that invented this spell could've done the same thing, but they decided to add words of praise into the enchantments. They probably did this so that everyone would subconsciously praise them when the spells were activated.

Next was the 'frozen armor' spell. When the frozen armor was placed on Abel (the imagined version), it automatically disappeared so that the virtual one could continue to perform it.

Again and again, the spell was completely mastered by him. Just as he attempted to reduce the spell enchantment of this technique, his brain suddenly ended the simulation.

The effect of the soul potion had passed. Abel felt like he just got a strong adrenaline rush, but it quickly reduced after a few minutes.

This soul potion was very powerful. So powerful that it almost brought him into the state of realization. Like some sort of high-quality fuel, it forced his brain to exceed his limit to imagine and analyze things.

Shockingly enough, Abel fully recharged his mana in a very short time. After realizing, he decided that he want to try the spell that he had just mastered.

"Fireball!" As Abel said, his finger flicked in the air. In just spent half a second, a fireball was thrown from his hand. Yes, even without the help of the Horadric Cube. From what Uncle Sam told him, he had spent more than 20 years to decrease the speed of his fireball to 1.5 seconds.

What Sam also told Abel was that the Yveline Wizard could release a fireball just half a second. Half a second was just as fast as Abel's fireball just then. So, with just one bottle of the soul potion, Abel became as good as the Wizard Yveline.

"O the Ice elf! Use your divine power to weave pure white armor around me!" Abel sang as he drew the pattern in the air. A second and half seconds later, a frozen armor was placed around him.

Because the 'frozen armor' spell was more complicated than the fireball, the speed of the pattern drawing was much slower. And because Abel didn't finish his simulation in time, the enchantment for this technique was not yet simplified.

Abel was a bit unsatisfied, but under normal circumstances, each spell must be used for tens of years before their activation time could be reduced. He had reached the level of others who spent many years learning spells, which was already a remarkable achievement. That being said, there was always a chance for improvement.

"Huh?"

As Abel checked inside his head for the other progress that the soul potion has helped him to make, he found a small ball next to where his second-level novice wizard runes were. It was so small that he had almost missed it.

Actually, how did it get inside his mind at all? When Abel used the power of the Will to examine it, he could see that this tiny ball was a part of him.

With the infusion of the will power, this tiny ball seemed to come alive. Abel's mouth opened wide. He found that there were two of himself, one looking at the ball and one looking out of the ball.

Is this his soul? Or was it the original Abel that died when he was a kid? But didn't their souls fuse already?

The original Abel's soul had traveled through time and merged with the current Abel's soul. What was left behind was a small fragment of itself, and because of how small weak it was, it would disappear slowly over time.

As it turned out, despite Abel using most of the soul potion for his training, some of the liquid was used to strengthen this tiny soul shard. Because of this, the shard was starting to share its mind with Abel. Like a new-born baby, it wasn't capable of complex thoughts, but that was not to say that it wasn't alive at all.

Abel didn't know this was the soul shard, but he knew one thing: there was one big and one small soul inside his body. He could think like two people now. The other half was not fully developed yet, so he wasn't going to let it deal with matters that were too hard for it.

Abel was eager to get another soul potion. Because of this meditation, both mana and combat qi had been full, and he could fight again.

Looking at the piles of dead quill rats on the ground, Abel turned them over one by one. He wanted to look for more potions, but there was nothing among them. After chopping up a few rats' bodies, he still couldn't find anything.

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Abel gave up on finding the potions from these dead quill rats. This was a real-world, not a game where monsters drop loot when you kill them.

After packing his equipment, Abel continued to move forward. This time, he needed to be more careful. There was no more exploding big sword left in his bag.

As though remembering something, Abel took out a pair of telescopes from the kong kong spiritual beast bag. Fortunately, he made a backup after Loraine took away his original one. While the telescope might be a treasure for the others, for him, it was just like a toy that Lorraine liked a lot.

Even after walking for about twenty minutes, Abel still did not find any quill rat. He probably just killed all the ones that were here before. Suddenly, the ground below him became soft. Then, a black hand stretched out and grabbed his calf.

"What is this?" Abel yelled as he kicked the black hand. It was a zombie, dressed in nothing but some very shabby clothes. It crawled out of the ground and staggered towards him.

The zombie looked scary, yes, but it was moving so slowly that Abel could just walk away from it. While taking his sweet time, Abel wore the frozen armor on himself. Since he was short on mana, he couldn't just wear the frozen armor when he was in the dark world.

Zombies, like the quill rat, were the weakest hell creature there was. Due to their slow speed and incapability to launch any distanced attack, they were the perfect target for Abel to practice his long-range spells.

After Abel released two fireballs, the zombie turned into a scorched corpse and fell to the ground. A shadow soon emerged and was absorbed by the Horadric Cube.

Abel smiled. He could take on a hundred of these zombies without breaking a sweat. But just when the thought came to him, countless black hands appeared from the ground.

Just when he knew it, the two black hands closest to him had already grasped onto his legs. As they were turned into ice as soon as they touched his frozen armor, Abel easily snapped them off and broke them into powder.

Weirdly, there were so many zombies. In most cases, zombies should be the hardest hell creature to find in the Rogue Encampment. They had little attack power and seldom moved in groups. Yet, at this moment, there were literally about a hundred of them coming towards Abel.

Although the zombies outnumbered Abel, their attacks were slow and extremely short-ranged. Abel didn't even have to make a defense. After putting away his shield, he took out his 5-meter-long lance and swept away all the zombies around him.

As it turned out, the lance wasn't doing a lot of damage to these zombies. If Abel couldn't find himself a better weapon, his knight's abilities would be almost useless. Fortunately, though, the shocking effect of the lance was pretty effective. Because of it, he was able to keep a good distance away from these spawns of hell.

Abel continued to fire as many "fireballs" as he could. On average, every two fireballs could kill one zombie. After firing about forty times, he stopped attacking because he was short on mana. He could use up all of it, but that could, potentially, be a very dangerous move to make.

This point killed about one-fourth of the zombies. Abel no longer cared about the physical damage that these zombies could do. He was more interested in attacking rather than defending. Every time a soul was absorbed into his Horadric Cube, he would be more motivated to continue his attacks.

His golden combat qi surged as it wrapped itself around his lance. Even when his attacks were so strong that they could break the bodies of these zombies into two, these damned creatures had no sense of pain whatsoever. Even without legs, they could crawl towards him with their hands.

These zombies didn't seem capable of thought. The only thing that drove them was the instinct to bite anything alive. As they constantly moved toward Abel, they just kept using their hands, nails, teeth, and every other part of their body so that they could attack him.

Slowly but steadily, Abel found out about something. Without physically crushing their heads, these zombies would never truly die.

Abel changed up his fighting tactics. Instead of doing anything fancy with his lance, he just kept stabbing towards the heads of these zombies. According to his calculations, it would take about ten stabs to crush the brains of these zombies. That frustrated him a little, and worse yet, since the zombies would be knocked ten meters away from him, he had to switch his target every time he made a hit.

What a pathetic way to fight. He was stronger and more skilled than these zombies, whereas the only thing that they could do properly was to defend themselves. Yet, it was exactly because of this that instead of being a massacre, this fight just kept dragging on and on and on.

It wasn't hard to find something fun about this, however. For Abel, this felt a lot like a game that he used to play when he was a child. Yes, it was like playing whack-a-mole when he was on the street. It was a little different from that. Not only was the game done in a 360-degree fashion, the zombies just kept coming back after they were hit.

After a while, more souls of these zombies were absorbed into Abel's cube. As time-consuming as it was, as long as some of his enemies went down, he could have enough mana supply to keep going.

Abel continued as he was motivated to get another bottle of the soul potion. With the number of zombies decreasing, the fighting came to its end. When the soul of the last zombie came inside his Horadric Cube, everything became quiet once more.

Abel placed his lance back into his kong kong spiritual beast bag. After that, he searched the corpses in case he could find any loot on them. Disappointingly, he couldn't find what he was looking for. The most he could see were some ordinary jewelry drenched in black blood.

Abel's hands turned black after touching these dead bodies. After taking out some clean water from his kong kong spiritual beast bag, he washed his hands for a bit. When he was done, he gave up on the idea of finding loot from these hell creatures.

Abel was out confidence to find more of these hell creatures. His mana was only enough for him to wear the frozen armor for two more times, and it wasn't like he could sit down to have a meditation session, either.

Yet, he did not want to give up. After climbing a tall tree that he found, he started scouting around with his telescope. This time, he…

Ok, he gave up.

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As Abel looked into the telescope, he saw a sea of complete red. This red sea was made out of those tiny fallen with skins that carried out the color of hell. There were at least thousands of them. Within the sea of Fallen, you could faintly see the shadows of a Fallen shaman lurking within.

Fallen were not one of those slow-moving creatures of hell like zombies. Although they are small, they were able to move very fast. Fortunately, Fallen were not as fearless as zombies, and as soon as they saw their allies being injured or killed in battle, they would immediately flock the battlefield.

The fallen shaman was the leader of the Fallen, and as long as the Shipwreck wizards were still alive, the Fallen would possess immortal existence; the Fallen shaman could continue to resurrect the dead Fallen. Unless the body of the Shipwreck was frozen after being hit into scattered ice debris, the Fallen would be able to be resurrected infinitely.

At the same time, these Fallen shamans were also the masters of the fire spell, which can be seen from their skins. Their red skin represented the color of hell,

Fallen shamans used "Firebomb" to attack their enemies, demonstrating their mastery of the fire spells. This made the existence of the Fallen shamans along with a large amount of Fallen, an extremely dangerous threat.

By this point, Abel had completely given up his motivation to search for the flesh blood wasteland. That large army of Fallen was like a brick wall to Abel. If it was only a few Fallen, he might have the chance to kill them off, but such a large number Fallen had exceeded his ability by a long shot. On top of that, a Fallen shaman was lurking within.

If only the Black wind were here, thought Abel. Even if he couldn't fight off the enemies, he would've been able to escape.

At this time, Abel finally understood the meaning of this sentence, "A knight without a mount is not considered a real knight." In the training of knights since childhood, there was little training in fast movement. The human bodies weren't built to move quickly. Hence, humans found a solution, which was a mount.

With Abel possessing the first mount wolf in the Holy Continent, it would've added extra power for a knight. Even if Abel couldn't deal with so many of the Fallen at a time, if Black Wind was here, he would've been able to use speed to separate the Fallen, kill the Fallen shaman hiding inside first, and then slowly eradicate the rest of the Fallen.

Although Abel was only an intermediate knight, he could easily beat the Elite knights, which made him extremely proud of himself. Moreover, when he was using his knight abilities, he was able to withstand a commander for a short period. While he wasn't able to beat the commander, the feeling of being able to withstand commanders already made his heart fill with superiority. Coupled with his recent magic spells, it had truly strengthened his capability in battle once again.

As Abel stood in the fresh blood wasteland, the truth had struck him hard. Although he looked powerful, in this world, his knight abilities couldn't even kill the lowest levels of creatures easily. Furthermore, his mana limitations were an issue. When facing many from hell, he was hopeless.

Abel was, once again, eager to improve his strength. He had so much to learn whether it was rune card or new spells, especially group attack spells, which were the fastest way to improve his strength.

Looking at the time, it was already getting dark. It was a long way from the Rogue encampment. Abel took a scroll of town portal from the Horadeic cube, filled it with magical power, and a portal opened.

This was Abel's first time opening the portal in the wild. As he stepped his foot into the portal, he thought he would return to his mansion in Triumph boulevard. However, after he had woken up from the vertigo of teleportation, he realized he was not inside his mansion in Triumph boulevard. Still, instead, he had returned to the campfire in the Rogue encampment.

This unexpected discovery surprised Abel. Was there something wrong with the Scrolls of town portal? If anything had gone wrong with the scrolls, he would've never been able to return to the Holy Continent. Here, there was no food, no people, and he could not last long, even with his enormous portal bag.

Confused and terrified, Abel tried to open another scroll of town portal, and a new portal appeared in front of his eyes.

Abel prayed a little before entering the portal, even though he didn't believe in gods. As he stepped into the portal, his body disappeared from Rogue encampment.

In Abel's mansion on the Triumph Avenue, in his room, a blue portal appeared in isolation.

When Abel opened his eyes and saw the huge forest around him, his brain was unable to turn. It took him a moment to realize that this was the illusion of isolation circle. Finally, he had successfully returned to the Holy Continent inside his room.

It turned out that the town scrolls would only return to the Holy Continent if it was being used in Rogue encampment, and only back to the camp if they were used in the wild. Abel suddenly realized that this discovery of the town scrolls would greatly reduce travel time too.

If the scroll of town portal could teleport him directly back to the holy continent. Then, there would be a high chance some problems might occur, and teleport him somewhere else along the way back to Rogue encampment. Therefore, he might get attack by creatures from hell, during his dizzy teleportation state. Abel liked this feature of the scroll of town portal.

Abel took out the circle control card and closed the isolation circle. Throughout one night, the magical power within the delicate magic gem had only decreased a little bit. With this interpretation, a delicate magic gem like this could support enough magical power to sustain an isolation circle to open for a month

Abel put away the isolation circle. He then went to the bathroom, cleaned himself, put on clean clothes, and walked out of the bathroom refreshed.

"Master, the messenger from Bennett city has come over!" Ken, the housekeeper, who was already waiting outside the door, stepped forward as Abel left the room.

"What's the matter with my father?" Abel wondered to himself. Then he said to Ken, "Send the messenger to the guest lounge!"

'Yes, master! Bow down and walked out.

When Abel went into the guest lounge, a servant brought in some snacks and juice. Ken then came in with a dusty middle-aged man.

"Norman, it's you. What's the matter at home?" Norman was one of the six soldiers who had once been Abel's bodyguard. Abel knew Normal well and asked him warmly when he saw him.

"The Knight of Bennett has asked me to bring you a letter, my Lord." When Norman saw that Abel remembered his name, he saluted with some excitement and took from his bosom a parchment sealed in wax and handed it to Abel.

"Norman, you've had a hard trip!" As he said this, Abel opened the scroll and read it from top to bottom. Then he smiled happily, "Ah, looks like my elder brother is getting married, this is great."

"Oh, before I came, Young master Zach told me to tell you don't forget the gift you promised him," Norman spoke softly as if he was somewhat ashamed of what young master Zach had said, but he had must obey young master Zach's request and read out the message.

"Haha, Zach still remembers. Alright, I will prepare his gifts after this."

To receive family news from afar, as well as happy news made Abel very happy within his heart. With his current blacksmith skills, he could easily forge a set of magic knight's armor and a full set of the magic weapon of the shield for Bennett family to pass down to their next generation. To Abel, it was a pity that he couldn't learn new runes. Otherwise, he would've had more choices.

"Norman, wait a minute," said Abel.

Abel then ordered Ken to bring in the parchment and ink. He wanted to tell his brother about his current situation and give a detailed response that he would rush back to attend his wedding. Although Abel was still the son of the knight of Bennett, on paper, he was no longer a member of the Bennett family. Therefore, regarding the response, it was still better to keep it formal.

After writing the letter, Abel handed it to Norman and said, "You can rest here for a few days. Ken will arrange your place and just hand this letter over to my father when you return."

"Yes, my Lord." Norman bowed to receive the letter and withdrew.

After Norman left, Abel turned to Ken and said, "Ken, in two months, my big brother Zach will be getting married. I'll need you to start buying some of the most popular ornaments in Bakong City, and ask Coder winery to send a batch of wine to Bennett castle."

Chapter 31 - Ch 146 - Ch 150

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