Chapter 156
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"What does the constitution potion have to do with offering?" Abel was even more puzzled. He had never used a 'constitution potion' due to his golden combat qi and had never inquired about it.
"When you receive the offering, the 'constitution potion' will be given to you together with the offering," Finkle knew by this time that Abel had never received an offering.
"When I come back, you will go with me to take the offering." Abel then waved to let Finkle out of the way while he makes his way to the third floor of the magic tower, where Camille was waiting for him.
Camille's reception room was elaborately decorated with elvish paintings on the walls. Although Abel had undergone noble training, he did not have too much knowledge about paintings, and he was very curious about it.
"This is a painting by the elf's painting Master, Master Alamir. I love elvish paintings so much, when I saw it at an auction house a few years ago with the teacher, I begged him to buy it for me." Camille saw Abel notice the painting on the wall. It depicted a village painting in a distinctly elvish style.
"Camille, when I get a chance to go to the double moon forest, I'll bring you some elf paintings." Abel smiled. He wasn't joking, because he was really going to take Loraine home when he became an official wizard, and it was actually possible to bring some of Camille's paintings with him.
"Abel, tell me how many girls you've tried to get with these methods at such a young age!" Camille didn't seem to believe Abel said.
"Camille, I was wrong. If I go to the double moon forest, I won't help you with your elf paintings." Abel raised his hands in an innocent gesture.
"Don't you dare not get me any! As soon as Camille spoke, she could not help but put her hand to her mouth as she began chuckling. Abel laughed too, and for a moment, the room was in perfect harmony.
Abel then took a precious ice magic gem from his portal bag onto the table and said, "Camille, since you like these gems so much, you can have this one."
"An intermediate blue gem!" Camille picked up the intermediate gem from the table and let out a cry of surprise.
At this time, Joey, Camille's wizard follower, was bringing up two cups of juice. He also saw the intermediate magic gems on Camille's hand, and she instantly fell in love with those gems.
Abel couldn't control himself but shook his head slightly as he thought in his head. All women have the same attitude toward gems.
A moment later, Joey woke up from her gem overdose, as she quickly took a glance at Abel, and whispered, "Mr. Abel, do you know what it means if you give a girl a gem?"
This question caught Abel; off guard a little. When he gave the gift to Camille, he only thought about her care for him, and since she liked magic gems so much, he would give her one as he had just received some from his teacher. For Abel, it was no use to him anyway, so he gave it one to Camille, but Abel didn't think about anything else.
Abel suddenly realized that many men would give a girl these gems to attain a good impression, but Abel didn't even know at that time when he gave her the gem. Now Abel's face was suddenly blushing red.
"You are too talkative Joey. You should go back down now." Camille then swung her hands towards Joey (telling her to leave), as she promptly trotted off with a chuckle.
Camille turned to Abel with a smile. "Never mind her. I spoiled her too much."
"Camille, I really didn't know it meant anything," Abel explained.
"Anyway, how old are you? Don't worry about that, but where did you get your intermediate gems from?" Camille knew the value of the intermediate gems.
"The last time I went to Caral City with Camille and you and Carlos, I met a dark wizard. I killed him and got his tower master control card. It was the teacher who took my share of the tower." Abel explained to her what had happened.
"My God, why didn't you tell me that?" Camille's hand was in her mouth, and her eyes were wide open. As a level 4 novice wizard, she certainly knew what a dark wizard with a magic tower was. She couldn't believe that Abel was able to kill an official wizard during their trip out, she and Carlos didn't even know as well.
"I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't say anything." Abel pleaded softly.
"No, you just took the magic stone out of that bag at your waist!" Camille remembered something, as she stared towards the portal bag on Abel's waist, and said, "Is this a portal bag?"
"Yes, I was going to give it to the teacher originally. But the teacher said it was my trophy, so I could keep it for myself." Abel said, taking the Portal bag from his waist and handing it to Camille.
"May I? Camille, of course, knew that a portal bag was a wizard's greatest secret, so she was surprised that Abel had placed it directly in her hands.
"No problem, of course, you can look at it." Abel's most important possessions were in the orc's spirit portal bag. This portal bag was just for show. The bag only contained some usual knight's gear and Wizard's supplies.
Although she had been a novice wizard for many years, it was Camille's first experience with such a piece of high-end Wizard equipment, such as a portal bag. She then curiously placed her intermediate level magic gem inside and took it outside the portal bag again, as she fiddled with the portal bag.
"Cough!" Abel waited a moment to see Camille's restless look and coughed twice.
"Ah!" When Camille heard what Abel said, she blushed at his warning, as she handed the bag back to him, she straightened up and said, "Abel, I promise to teach you the basics of carving knives. Let's start today."
Abel's concentration flickered. Learning how to use a carving knife was the fundamental of rune sign making. Although Abel already had a very good alloy carving knife, it had never been put to use. When he heard that Camille was going to teach him, he immediately felt a sense of excitement filled his heart.
"Normally people only use carving knives on soft material such as soft rocks or woods. However, as wizards, we need to carve on a solidified crystal core. Those crystal cores were almost as strong as a jade, so they were very hard to penetrate and very easy to make mistakes."
Camille then took a sip of juice from the table and continued, "So it's important to know how to use the knife properly. Standard carving techniques minimizes errors in the process."
Hearing what Camille had said, Abel nodded. As he had previous professional knights training, he understood how important the standardized techniques were.
"There are eleven basic methods of carving knives. If you can master them, you can combine them to carve all the runes."
Then, Camille put the eleven basic knife method summarised by the predecessors to Abel and said: "The eleven basic knife method is divided into straight knife method, double knife method, punching knife method, cutting knife method, astringent knife method, late knife method, dancing knife method, light knife method, buried knife method, flat knife method, and retaining knife method.
Camille brought a pile of jade and began to demonstrate each carving method to Abel, who was too focused on avoiding wasting a single moment of this precious opportunity. The demonstration of eleven knives had just finished in the morning.
"Abel, Now that I've taught you all the basics. The rest is up to you. You can continue mastering these skills. I am useless with these jade gems anyways. It will save you some time and money. Here take them all." Camille then pushed a pile of jade gems on the table that had been leftover from the lesson to Abel.
"Thanks, Camille! Abel had just learned the basics and was thinking about practicing, and the jade gem was just what he needed.
"Oh, and take this book, too." Camille handed Abel a soft parchment book.
"Is this?" Abel took the book and opened it. It was full of the eleven knives that Camille had just introduced, but how could it be as easy to understand as a face-to-face demonstration?
"I only wanted to give you the book, but since you were kind enough to send me this present, I spent a little more effort and taught you more about it." Camille smiled as she played with the newly acquired medium bluestone and joked to Abel.
"That's what I meant when I said you were taking care of me, thanks, Camille!" Said Abel, nodding.
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Chapter 157
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Abel sat within the laboratory on the 9th floor. Since he didn't have many experiments to do, this place had become a training ground for his carving knife skills. There was some time until lunch, so he thought he might as well not waste time.
The alloy carving knife was not in his portal bag. It was at that time Abel had realized he had put his alloy carving knife in the Kong Kong spirit portal bag. Since he had too much secret on him, he was very careful most of the time. He had never used the Horadric Cube and the things inside it when he was in the magic tower before.
Although he has too much knowledge in regards to wizardry, he knew that a magic tower was like the body of its owner. Wizard Morton could know everything he did inside the tower.
Therefore, Abel did not have the guts to take out his alloy carving knife from his Kong Kong spirit portal bag. He took out a barrier circle from his portal bag and placed it in the middle of the room. Then, he took the control sign for the barrier circle and ignited it. In a moment, he arrived in a place filled with a big tree. The dimension he was in now was completely separated from the rest of the world.
"This kid!" Said Wizard Morton shaking his head with a smile after realizing Abel had ignited a barrier circle in the laboratory. Although the mana wave the barrier circle sent out was extremely low, it was still being ignited within Wizard Morton's magic tower. So, of course Wizard Morton could sense it.
He was extremely supportive of what Abel had done. Every Wizard had their secrets, and learning how to keep their secret well was a huge rite of passage for them. Wizard Morton was already well passed the age of seeking other people's secrets. Although Wizard Morton looked like he was just about middle age, he was actually well past the age of fifty. Fifty years was considered a very long time for normal people, but to Wizard, it was still a short time if you took their training into consideration.
Wizard Morton had just became a rank 11 intermediate Wizard, so it basically impossible for him to break through and become an elite Wizard at this point. Since he could no longer increase his lifespan to 100 years old anyway, he thought he might as well have spent all his time cultivating his disciples. He had cultivated one official Wizard. If he was not impacted by the fact that his second and third disciple had locked themselves up, he wouldn't take up five disciples in total, including Abel.
"Seems like he doesn't have enough intermediate magic gems, I need to find a chance to give him more in the future." Wizard Morton knew those barrier circles were some energy-consuming monster, so he had already started worrying if Abel had enough intermediate magic gems.
One of the reasons why Wizard Morton had taken up Abel as a disciple was because Abel was very gifted. Wizard Morton wanted to help the Duchy of Carmel to cultivate another official Wizard while he was still alive. Another reason was that he guessed that Abel probably had some treasures for quicken spells on him. If other Wizards had known about this, maybe Abel would never get the chance to grow up.
Abel never thought his simple action of igniting a barrier circle to take out his alloy carving knife could bring about so much gratitude for Wizard Morton.
Abel then stopped the barrier circle and put it back into his portal bag. Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. He shouldn't waste his time in the morning, no matter if he was in the magic tower or other places. Mana could recover by itself. Every minute it could recover 1 point. If he didn't use it up, it would directly go to waste.
Abel recalled that very weak little soul in his mind. Although he could not command it to do any complicated calculations, he could set a time. From then on, that weak little soul would be able to automatically go to the Horadric cube and ignite the skill tree. Therefore, this would allow him to practice his skills without affecting his day to day schedule.
Of course, if he wanted to practice like this, he could only practice nonattacking skills. But still, the time he had wasted was too much. Just imagine, all these years, he lived a normal life with a full tank of mana. If he could use up just automatically unleash a spell every time his mana was fully fulfilled, he would have been able to practice spells many times without affecting his day.
In order to turn this into a reality, all that it came down to was if that weak little soul in his mind was able to set a timer and if it was able to ignite the skill tree in the Horadric Cube. Every since Abel had ignited his weak little soul, he had always remained in a state with two souls. However, this weak little soul had never done anything. It could not even see the external world. Therefore, it had no impact at all.
Now, if he was able to get this weak little soul to work, that would be multitasking. Abel tried to set a frequency for the weak little soul to press on the 'frozen armor' spell once every 7 minutes. He then shielded the soul owner's connection to the weak little soul and waited patiently for a while. After 7 minutes, the weak little soul began to give out some faint remainder. Times up.
He succeeded, the weak little soul in his mind was able to send him a remainder after 7 minutes without the help of the soul owner. Abel had a weird feeling when he shielded the soul owner's connection to the weak little soul. Since the weak little soul did not have things such as feelings, emotions, and memories, it could not do any complex thinking. Therefore, it basically just started to count down like a machine and sent him a reminder every 7 minutes. During this time, Abel did not experience any flash of realization.
If this was a normal soul, there was no way it could be this machine-like. It could count down very precisely without missing a single beat. It seemed like Abel had underestimated the ability of the weak little soul. Although it could not think it could probably do systematic tasks even better than the soul owner.
The next step was to ignite the 'frozen armor' spell. This spell could not ignite from the tip of his finger. Since Abel would probably be doing something during his day to day, this spell was unleashed from his finger every 7 minutes, that would be very inconvenient. Therefore, he decided to ignite this spell in front of his chest.
After he figured out the formula, now all he needed to do was to apply it. The weak little soul began to carry the little bit of power of the will it had to the Horadric Cube. Although the weak little soul had separated from the soul owner, it was still Abel's soul. Therefore, the Horadric cube was able to recognize this power of the will. The power of the will select the 'frozen armor' sign on the skill tree and ignited it. The tip of Abel's right finger began to shine in white, so the soul owner immediately interrupted and tried to communicate with the skill tree. Afterward, the white shine on Abel's finger disappears, and his chest began to shine in white. Soon, an ice crystal armor appeared on his body.
Although the owner of the soul had interrupted the igniting process, it was still successful nevertheless. However, Abel was confused. According to the old rule of the Horadric cube, as long as the spell formula was set for the first time, the spell would be unleashed according to this formula from then on. Now, he wanted to see if he could unleash the spell in front of his chest a second time.
After 2 minutes, the 'frozen armor' began to fade on Abel's body, and the weak little soul began to reach towards the skill tree in Horadric cube again with a little bit of power of the will. It ignited the 'frozen armor' spell. In a flash, a 'frozen armor' spell pattern emerged in front of Abel's chest and became a crystal armor on his body.
Abel was overjoyed. The weak little soul was really a machine, and it had helped him so much. If he could use more 'soul potion' in the future to make this weak little soul grow stronger, then It would definitely help him to do even greater things.
Abel took out a jade and began practicing. He felt like writing words again. The first stroke, second stroke, when he was practicing an ice crystal armor, would appear on his body every 7 minutes.
But as Abel was practicing, he realized something. Originally the weak little soul did not affect his day to day at all since it didn't have a task. Now since it had a task, 2 points of view emerged from his soul. One was what he saw in front of his eyes. Another was the machine-like counting sound within his pitch-black mind.
Now, it was Abel's mission to get used to this multitasking state, and practicing his carving knife skill was the perfect thing to do. The 11 carving knife techniques were not hard to do but very detailed. The weak little soul did not affect him much; anyway. It was just some machine-like sound of counting down within his mind.
As the weak little soul grows, it's disturbances would get stronger as well. Therefore if Abel doesn't try to get used to it now, it would be even harder for him to practice multitasking in the future.
In a flash of a moment, Abel seemed to have lost all control of his body. He got distracted by the weak little soul's counting down sound. From time to time, his stroke would subconsciously turn into a small dot. Sometimes, he would even come to a complete halt when he was about to do something.
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Chapter 158
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Abel wasn't making much progress with his carving knife on the jade, and Finkle's voice emerged from his identity card, "Mr. it's time for lunch. Do you want to come to the first floor and eat together?"
"You can go down and prepare first, and I'll come down in a minute!" Abel said to his identity card as he stopped the carving knife in his hand.
He threw all the jades on the table back to his portal bag. Abel continued carving his jade with his carving knife as he began to walk. It was like he was not willing to waste a single second.
As soon as he made two steps, "Bang !" He hit his head on the door of the laboratory. Abel was distracted by a weak little soul again; he overused his force and made a deep cut on the jade. Feeling slightly irritated, he threw his gem into his portal bag and took another one out.
"Bang!" He hit his head on the door again. He then gave his head a shake, stuck out his head, and opened the door. When he walked passed a second door, he paid much closer attention. He succeeded, and he did not hit his head this time.
As Abel continued to walk down the stairs with pride, the "Frozen armor" suddenly appeared on his body. His attention was shifted, and suddenly, he tripped. Abel threw out in mid-air, but luckily he was well trained, he did a backflip and landed with no problem.
"Luckily, no one saw that!" Abel whispered to himself.
"What is this kid trying to do now?" Wizard Morton felt some vibrations within the magic tower from the 11th floor. These vibrations seemed to be coming from the stairs, so he thought he would go and check on it. When he arrived, he was just in time to see Abel doing a backflip and landed on the floor.
"Still a kid, still naughty when no one is looking!" Said Wizard Morton with a smile, shaking his head and moving on.
Abel thought no one had seen him as he carefully made his way to the first floor. After he had safely arrived, he let out a breath of relief. He should not multitask again.
The first thing he heard when he arrived at the first floor was Carlos bragging about his achievements, which no one knows if it's real or not, "I've told you, last time when I went to buy a crystal core from the market the wizard in the shop told me it was a fire crystal core. Nothing can fool my eyes. I recognized it's a poison crystal core in the first glance. Just like that, I had bought a poison crystal core with the price of an ice crystal core."
Abel was a little puzzled. Even as a new member of the magic tower, he had already heard Carlos brag more than he could remember. Who is he bragging to now?
With a glance, Abel immediately began to laugh. Fatty Finkle was viciously nodding his head along with Carlos's words while looking at him with eyes of admiration. Camille was sitting far away by the side.
"Mr, you arrived" Finkle immediately stood up as soon as he saw Abel. He pulled out a chair from the table and proceeded to say, "Mr., your lunch is ready. Let me bring it to you."
"No need, I'll tell follower Page to go. Finkle, you sit down and listen to me," said Carlos. He then turned to Page and said: "Page, bring Abel's lunch here."
"Yes, Mr!" Page turned and left.
When Carlos turned his head towards Page, Finkle gazed at Abel with a fat face of resentment, as though as he was begging for sympathy. From this expression, it seemed like Finkle didn't enjoy listening to Carlos as much as Abel thought.
"As you and Carlos are such a good match, I'll let you guys continue your discussion. I'm not going to disturb you." Said Abel with faint evil laughter towards Finkle.
"Come, Abel has nothing to do here. Quick!" Said Carlos waving his hand.
Carlos hopelessly glanced at Abel and dragged himself towards Carlos again, but in a flash, his face was filled with a big smile.
Why are you still wearing the "frozen armor in the magic tower?" Asked Camille staring at the ice crystal-like armor curiously.
"I heard that if you want to increase your mana, you have to keep using it. It will be a waste if I don't use it anyway, so I try to practice these spells in my free time as well." Abel explained with a smile.
"You are so hard-working, but normally we won't use spells in public. Although they are not forbidden, it will irritate the training of the teacher," said Camille taking a sip of juice.
"Ah!" Abel suddenly remembered that he had just used the spell while tripping over on the stairs. Let's hope the teacher wouldn't see such an embarrassing thing.
"Mr. Your lunch !" Said page, delivering Abel's lunch on to the table.
"Thank you so much!" Abel nodded to page. All the wizard followers were all very nice to each other. Since Abel was also very close to Camille and Carlos, Abel had also treated their wizard followers very nicely.
After Page gave a bow, Abel began to cut his steak into small pieces with a table knife. He then stuck his fork into a bit of steak. As he was lifting it, he was interrupted by a weak little soul again. Under the surprised gaze of Camille, Abel put an empty fork in his mouth. Abel had only reacted, as his teeth harshly bit down on the cold hard fork.
"Abel, you ok?" Camille asked in a caring voice
"Yes, I'm ok!" Abel said in a slight embarrassment.
"If you are not feeling well, don't pretend it's ok. Tell us as soon as possible." Said Camille feeling a bit worried for Abel.
"I'm ok. Thanks, Camille," said Abel. He had no idea how to explain the situation.
The moment Abel finished his sentence, the ice crystal-like armor suddenly appeared on the body of Abel again. Camille was so shocked by this quick spell, she almost jumped.
Carlos, who was at the high point of his conversation, had also stopped. He glanced at Abel curiously, but soon he was back to talking to Finkle again.
"Abel, is that a quick spell ?" Asked Camille in curiosity.
"This…"
As Abel was wondering what he should say, Camille quickly waved her hand and followed, "Sorry Abel, you don't need to explain."
A Wizard's self ability was the most important secret to every wizard. Although Abel was not aware of this since he was new to the wizarding world, Camille was fully aware. When she asked that question, she already sensed something wrong. When she noticed Abel was pausing his speech, she immediately stopped him.
Even though Abel had been extra careful, he still dropped his food two times during lunch. He also dropped his knife and bit his fork again. All of these instances had made Camille even more worried.
After Abel finished his lunch, he quickly grabbed Finkle and ran out of the magic tower under the worry of Camille. When Finkle left the magic tower, he still thought Abel had a change of heart and kindly rescued him from his conversation with Carlos.
The moment when they stepped out the front gate, Abel saw his carriage lead by the two inferno bull waiting for him. He couldn't help but look back at Finkle
"Mr., I had informed your steward to order a carriage for you." Finkle looked at Abel with worry. He had informed Abel's steward without telling him. Although it was coming from a good-hearted place, this might not do well with all wizards.
"Good Job, Finkle!" Said Abel nodding his head.
"Please go to the carriage!" Finkle had become enthusiastic again in a flash, as he used all his might to pull down the stairs and open the door of the carriage. He then helped Abel on to the carriage.
Abel did not pay attention to the stairs at all. Just with a simple lift, he directly jumped on to the carriage, he then turned back to Finkle and said: "You come on as well!"
Due to status, most wizard followers were nobodies. They only did what servants do. If they need to go somewhere on a carriage, they would only sit outside next to the carriage driver.
"Thank you, Mr!" Said Finkle with excitement as he stepped on, shaking the entire carriage.
"No need to thank me, I'm only worried that with your weight, you would flip the carriage over if you sit at the front." Said Abel jokingly.
The bull carriage began moving. It was already wintertime. Since Abel had a strong body, a bit of cold could not do anything to him. The carriage driver was also used to the cold, so he opened all the windows in the carriage. However, Finkle was different, as soon as the carriage began moving, the wave of freezing wind blew upon him. He couldn't help but crawl up into a ball, uncontrollably shaking his teeth.
"Finkle, all the fat ain't protecting you from the cold?" Said Abel with a mocking tone as he proceeded to say, "let's close the window."
"Yes, Mr." since this was the private carriage of Abel, Finkle was afraid to close the window, no matter how cold it gets. But now, since Abel had commanded, he immediately stood up and closed the window despite shaking the carriage.
Seeing the fat body of Finkle, Abel shook his head with a smile. He could not understand. People say skinny people were afraid of the cold, and fat people were fearful of heat. Since Finkle was afraid of cold that bad, Abel decided to turn on his heater and turned it straight to level 10.
As the carriage continued to move forward, warm air began to blow into the carriage from the heater.
"Mr, that is?" Although Finkle was only a Novice Wizard, he had been in the wizarding world for quite a long time. However, it was the first time he saw a heater in a carriage.
"Just a little something to play with." Abel did not explain too much, but before he could even complete his sentence, the "frozen armor" popped into his body again.
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Chapter 159
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"Mr., this is?" Finkle asked in shock. He was just staring at the air, opening with admiration, wondering where the warm air come from. When Abel's spell popped out of nowhere, Finkle almost jumped; he thought their carriage was attacked.
"Nothing, I'm just practicing spells," Abel said, and took out a jade from his portal bag and began carving it.
Finkle was not an idiot. He knew that in order to make a spell, you needed to make hand gestures, and Abel did not make any hand gestures. It was not normal for the "frozen armor" to just appeared out of thin air, but it was better for him to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to maintain his position.
Afterward, Finkle watched Abel carefully carved on his jade. Sometimes Abel would suddenly leave a deep cut in the jade. There were even a few times the carving knife was heading straight towards his finger, but it always stopped just in time. Abel never hurt himself.
Finkle had found a pattern. The "Frozen armor would appear on Abel's body every 7 minutes. And every time it was out of a sudden without any spells or hand gestures.
Since Abel's basic carving knife training was distracted by the weak little souls, his progress was very slow. Luckily he was highly aware of the danger as an elite knight. Since he was distracted, there were multiple times he almost cut his finger off, but the elite knight's awareness of danger always stopped himself at the last second.
The bank of the Holy Continent was located in the best region of the Triumph boulevard in Bakong City. The exterior was built with giant Snow White rocks, and every one of these rocks was polished to a mirror-like finish. It made the Bank of the Holy Continent looked dramatically different from any other construction around.
Abel and Finkle walked out of their carriage in front of the bank of the Holy Continent in Bakong City. When Abel was stepping on the Snow White stairs, he was distracted once again. If Finkle did not step up and hold him fast enough, Abel would have done a tumble right in front of the bank of the Holy Continent.
"Mr., the bank of the Holy Continent, don't allow the use of any spells or combat qi," Finkle gently reminded him.
"Really?" Abel had just remembered, all spells were actually forbidden in Bakong city. Luckily he was just in the carriage, and no one had seen him use a spell.
Up to this point, Abel had stopped his "frozen armor" spell through the weak little soul, but he did not stop counting down every 7 minutes. He recalled that only in safe places such as the way from the magic tower to the city, he could try to practice multitasking. If he was in Luka's camp, especially in the wild, there was danger coming from all directions. It was impossible for him to practice multitasking there, so he didn't want to stop practicing now.
"Finkle, go!" Said Abel glancing at Finkle by his side.
There were a lot of similarities between the interior of the bank of the Holy continent in Bakong City and the interior of modern banks. There was a huge counter made by black marble, separating the staff area to the guest lounge. All the guests who were here to take care of their business were waiting patiently at the guest lounge for the staff to call their name.
Abel looked at the interesting scenery. It was more advanced and beautiful than he had imagined. Although it was only a branch, the wall of the bank was filled with Carving of the goddess of wealth, as well as some image from legendary stories. This made the bank came across as very serious and high class. The moment they stepped in, they automatically began to lower their voice.
A bank assistant wearing a white uniform stepped up and bowed. He looked at Abel and Finkle with hesitation. He was not sure which one of the two he should ask. After a while, he asked Finkle gently, "Hello sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Abel and Finkle were both wearing grey overcoats with hoods. The only difference was that Abel's coat was made with full cotton while Finkle's one was made lamb fur to combat the cold, so it looked more expensive. Finkle's body also looked to be wealthier, so it was easy to mistake Finkle as the boss.
Finkle turned his head towards Abel, seeing that Abel was not paying attention. Finkle then turned his head back to the assistant and said: "Please take us to the givings for the wizards!"
The bank assistant froze and said with a shaky voice, "Please follow me!"
Seeing the look on this assistant's face, Abel knew the title of a wizard was still very frightening outside the magic tower. As Abel kept thinking, he followed the assistant from the lounge to the second floor with the huge staircase on the left side.
"Mr, please be careful!" Finkle followed Abel with worry. Once Abel needed help, he would be right there.
"I'm fine!" Said Abel waving his hand. Abel paid closer attention to his steps and safely made it to the second floor.
"This was the VIP lounge. Please have a wait here. I will inform our accountant to serve you!" By that point, the bank assistant knew that he had made a mistake. Abel was actually the one with authority, so he quickly bowed and apologized.
"No worries, we'll have a rest here," said Abel with a smile.
After the bank assistant walked off, Abel turned to Finkle and said, "I never thought banks could be so luxurious!"
"Luxurious" was Abel's first impression of the bank of the Holy Continent in Bakong City. It didn't matter where he looked: the polished white walls or the interior filled with decorations, it was the most beautiful place Abel had been to in Bakong City, other than the shrine.
"Mr., the bank of the Holy Continent, was the only bank in every big city. This branch in Bakong City had gone through many years of rebuild and advancement until it became this building in front of our eyes. The banking union was also one of the biggest humanitarian organizations in the world," Finkle explained.
By that time, a servant had already delivered a cup of coffee for each of them. Abel couldn't help but admire the customer service. When he recalled the times he went to the bank in his past life, he had to wait in line every time, and if he wanted a drink, he would have to buy it himself. However, that was only because he never went to the VIP lounge. The service there was pretty good as well.
As Abel was thinking, his hand began to shake, a bit of coffee spilled on to the table.
"Mr., are you ok?" Finkle quickly asked. Along the way, he already noticed Abel looked very odd, as though as he was caught up on something, always make mistakes.
"Ha!" A woman couldn't hold back her laughter and laughed out loud.
Abel turned his head to look, and at the same time, that woman turned her head as well. That woman was wearing a luxurious outfit. She only wore an extra leather jacket under such cold weather. Abel knew this woman. She was the mistress of King Liandre, Ms. Daisy.
"Hello, Baron Abel!" Ms. Daisy did not expect the person she just laughed at was Abel. She was a little frightened as she bowed to Abel. She still remembered the day when her elite knight guard was brutally killed by this young baron.
Abel was not close to Ms. Daisy, and they never talked before, so Abel only gave a slight bow back.
However, the young man beside Ms. Daisy caught Abel's attention. The young man looked pale. He was wearing a large leather coat with tightly netted patterns on the top. Although normal people could see it as decorations, Abel knew that it was a magic pattern for a magic circle. He wasn't sure which magic pattern it was. It was the first time he had seen someone with a magic pattern drawn on their clothing.
Abel's rank as a wizard was not high, but his power of the will was powerful. He could clearly sense that this young man was not an official Wizard. He was probably around the same rank as Carlos, maybe a rank three novice wizard.
The young man noticed Abel was paying attention to him, so he smiled and nodded. He then made a wizard greeting gesture with his hand in front of his chest, seemed like he knew Abel's identity. But it was not hard to guess. In this city, the only people who could dress like Abel and Finkle while still be sitting at the VIP lounge, we're either Wizards of the servants of the gods.
Abel greeted him back with the Wizard hand gesture out of respect. Although this young man came across as very nice and respectful, Abel's elite Knight awareness told him that this young man was not as nice as he had appeared. It seemed like He was not fond of Ms. Daisy bowing to Abel just then.
However, Abel did not care too much. He was so proud of his elite knight awareness. Ever since he began an elite knight, he could see the hidden intentions a lot better. This made socializing a lot easier. Abel continued to think, maybe the two commanders who were friends with Abel, only became friends with him as they saw that Abel was genuine.
"Who's that?" the young wizard gently asked Ms. Daisy from behind.
"He is baron Abel. He is an extremely powerful figure in the Duchy." Said Ms. Daisy. She didn't know too much about Abel; she only guessed Abel was powerful since even the King had paid a lot of respect to him.
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Chapter 160
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"Powerful!" Muttered the young wizard with a mocking tone, and stated: "Don't ever talk to him again."
"Yes, Mr..!" Ms. Daisy gently replied with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She was originally the mistress of King Liandre, living a life that everyone admires. However, after King Liandre became the king, he married a princess from the Duchy of Koror. This princess was very good at her game, and she made King Liandre totally fall for her. Just like that, Ms. Daisy was out of luck, and her status began to take a downfall.
Originally she thought she was lucky to meet this respectable Wizard Mr., but who could have guessed this kind looking wizard was actually very bad-hearted. He liked to torture her for entertainment. When Ms. Daisy just remembered how scary Abel was for killing her elite knight, she suddenly forgot what the wizard of her and greeted Abel. It seemed like she would be tortured badly after this.
Abel's great hearing allowed him to hear what the two were saying. Although they didn't seem to like him too much, from what he could tell, it was just the expression. He guessed it was just the personality of that wizard, so they shouldn't have much conflict if they don't make contact with others that much in the future.
By that point, a bank assistant had lead that wizard to take care of this business, and Abel's assistant had arrived too.
"My name is Julian. I am the bank of the Holy Continent's head accountant. Please show your identity card," said accountant Julian to Abel as she led the two into a guest room. She was a woman with a clear face around the age of 30.
Abel took out his magic gold card and his identity card from his waist and handed it to Finkle; he didn't say a word.
Finkle then handed Abel's magic gold card and identity card to Julian and said: "my Mr. is here to collect his wizard givings!"
"Please wait a moment!" Julian knew that Abel was a noble at first glance, and certainly not a noble with a low status.
Actually, there was a simple reason why Abel didn't speak. He was trying to practice multitasking. The more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make, so he let Finkle take care of everything.
Julian put the identity card into a gap, igniting a small magic circle. The information of Abel emerged from a jade on the magic circle.
"Mr. Abel, you have not collected the givings for the disciples from Morton's magic tower in 4 months. Do you have any questions?" Said Julian turning back to Abel after checking his information.
Abel didn't speak; he just smiled and shook his head.
"I will order someone to bring on your givings, and I will transfer the gold coins on to your magic gold card!" Said Julian as she bowed.
Abel then took out another identity card and placed it on the hand of Finkle. Finkle was a little confused, this identity card looked like the identity card of Yveline magic tower, but it was not the identity card of a disciple, nor a wizard follower.
At that point, Finkle didn't know what to say. He only placed the identity card on the hand of Julian.
Julian felt a little strange as she receives the identity card as well. Normally wizards only has one identity card, but this young wizard had 2. She put the identity card on the gap to examine. If it didn't clearly show the details of Abel, she would most likely have guessed a thief had come here to collect givings.
"Mr. Abel, there is a month of giving from Yveline magic tower you haven't collect. Do you have any questions?" said Julian, her voice sounding even more gently. She had worked here for a long time, so she fully understood what it meant when a magic tower decides to give a wizard givings.
When Finkle heard the words of Julian, he immediately turned to Abel and looked at him with eyes full of fiery passion. When he used to roam around the three magic towers, he knew that givings from a magic tower was a qualification of that wizard. Normally you didn't need to do much to get the givings from a magic tower. A magic tower would automatically give you givings during times of crisis when they think they could help.
It didn't matter where Abel had gotten this identity card. It showed that he was already qualified by Yveline magic tower. Furthermore, it showed that Wizard Yveline must trust Abel's future a lot, to give him an identity card for givings.
"No question!" Abel said softly.
Although Julian might not notice, Abel's finger was jumping uncontrollably every second under the table. Finkle could see it very clearly, and he knew, Mr. Abel was making mistakes again.
After a while, an assistant brought on two wooden boxes, he then bowed and left after he placed it on the table.
Julian opened one of the boxes and said, "These are four bottles of 'constitution potion', eight crystal cores, and I will now transfer 40,000 on to your magic gold card. These are your givings for your four months as a disciple."
Abel was a little surprised. Other than the 'constitution potion,' he was also given two crystal cores every month. Although these were only normal fire crystal cores, they did not sell them on the market. If you really wanted to buy it, you would have to pay an extra 20,000 gold coins for teleportation and buy it from the wizard exchange ground.
"Mr., other than being the disciple of Morton's magic tower. The disciples for other magic towers only get one bottle of 'constitution potion' and 10,000 gold coins per month. They don't even give out any crystal cores," Said Finkle with eyes full of admiration looking at Abel's givings on the table. These resources for wizard training were very hard to come by for an ordinary person. If you wanted a 'constitution potion', the only way was to go to a black market and pay the price a few times higher than the normal value. But even then, it was not certain that you could get one.
Julian then opened the other box and said: "This is a red intermediate magic gem, and I will transfer you another 20,000 gold coins!"
Abel was shocked that there was a red intermediate magical gem being given to him. Red Intermediate magic gems were normally the givings for official wizards. If he was given one of them every month, she would have 12 of them in a year, that meant Yveline magic tower was giving him a big gift.
The appearance of intermediate magic gems in the givings from a magic tower was nothing extraordinary. This was because most wizards who were qualified by a magic tower was official wizards. Gold coins meant little to nothing to official wizards, so the only thing that's attractable was an intermediate magic gem.
Finkle's eyes were about to pop out as he looked from aside. A deeply shocked expression emerged from his fat face as his sight locked on that red intermediate magic gem. When Abel saw Finkle, he couldn't help but give him a pad on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You haven't seen much, have you, Finkle."
As a wizard follower roaming outside of magic towers, Finkle never even had the chance to see any of these elite wizard resources. Therefore, his expression was totally reasonable. It was only a spoiled person like Abel would treat an intermediate gem like it's nothing.
"Here are your identity cards and magic gold card, please keep it well!" Said Julian as she handed the cards back to Abel.
Abel stuck out his hand. But, he was suddenly interrupted by weak little souls again and directly grabbed Julian's hand.
"Mr. Abel, you…?" In a flash, the face of Julian became red. She immediately pulled her hands away and looked at Abel with slight discomfort.
"Sorry, sorry!" Abel's face was fully red. This could only end badly for him; every time he tried to multitask, something would go wrong.
Seeing Abel's immediate apologies, Julian began to wonder if Abel was intentional or really had grabbed her hand by mistake.
"Mr. is having some problems with his training. He is always thinking about it, so he often gets distracted. Please forgive us!" Said Finkle as he immediately stood up and bowed.
Among this awkward embarrassment, Abel put his givings, identity cards, and magic gold card away. But as he was throwing his givings into his portal bag, Finkle and Julian's expressions began to change again. There was no question. This bag was a portal bag. How could such a small bag swallow that much stuff?
Every official Wizard could only obtain one portal bag, and normally these portal bags would be bought back with a high price by the Wizard Union when the wizard died, unless if the offsprings of that wizard was also a wizard. There was only one way a portal bag was left without an owner, and that was killing an official Wizard.
Every portal bag owned by an unofficial wizard signified the death of an official Wizard. With the deep yearning for official wizards in this world, you could just imagine what the two were feeling when they saw Abel's portal bag.