Abe the Wizard

Abel wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t planning on stealing. If all the hell creatures in an area were gone, no one would occupy it. If there was no one was there, then it was fine for Abel to claim it. It made sense.

He used the waypoint to head to the fountain with the three archers. It was six meters tall, and even after all the years, it still continued to shoot streams of water towards the sky.

And who were these archers a depiction of? If Abel had to guess, he would say that it belonged to three Amazons. They must’ve been very good with arrows. Upon a closer look at these statues, he could tell that it was an image of them trying to prepare for their next wave of attack. The lines. The details. They were all so elegant. He learned to make statues before, so he knew how great the creator of this piece must’ve been.

To dig up a fountain this big (and to not damage it), he had to remove it from its base. This was something that only Johnson could do. Luckily, since it was outdoors, Johnson could be summoned out to move freely.

Once summoned, before it started doing any work, it just looked at Abel and pointed towards its mouth.

“Since when did you get so smart?” Abel commented. He took out a bottle of “power potion” from his portal bracelet. It was the same bottle that he got from killing a dark-golden level dark wizard. From his understanding, one of two abilities could be gained from drinking the bottle. One was “mana burning,” and the other was “extra speed.”

Abel didn’t forget to give Johnson its potion. He was late because he wanted to feed it in a safe area. There was a strange energy that was being emitted from this power potion. If he had to guess, it was most likely the power of the Rule, the same energy he harnessed that could cause a permanent split in space and time.

Imagine unleashing the power of the Rule on the Holy Continent. If he actually did that, all the knight’s head commanders and advanced wizards would realize the true power of the “power potion.” He wasn’t a man who liked trouble, so he tried to avoid as much of it as possible.

Come to think of it, he didn’t even have enough to feed Johnson. Johnson, however, seemed like it couldn’t wait any longer for it. It wasn’t even aware of the struggle that Abel was having to give the bottle away. As mentioned before, the power potion gave one of the two abilities at random. Since Johnson got the “mana burning” ability already, if the potion gave it the same ability again, there would be no point in drinking the potion in the first place.

Still, Abel was thinking a different way. He wanted to do some testing. If Johnson already possessed one of the two given abilities, maybe the potion would just give it the other one that it didn’t have. Obviously, to make sure if that was the case, only one power potion wasn’t enough. He planned to do this with a multiple.

After Johnson took the “power potion,” the golden liquid inside the bottle started spreading out from inside its body. Abel watched nervously. He wasn’t sure if the potion could actually make it more powerful.

Last time, when Johnson was fighting Wizard Cliff, it didn’t do as well as it should be. Because of its speed, it wasn’t really much of a threat against advanced wizard’s “instantaneous movement” technique. When all his other summoned creatures chased after Wizard Cliff, Johnson was also the last one in line.

Slow. Slow. Johnson was just too slow. After Abel went through all that effort to make it a gigantic bow and sword, it wasn’t fast enough to use them towards his enemies.

Once the potion took effect, Abel started sensing a sense of happiness from his soul chain. Johnson was happy that it received the potion. Before he got to ask what ability it received, it started running at an extremely fast speed.

It was a ten meter-tall monster running around Abel. Abel felt like he was in the middle of a tornado. The wind that Johnson caused was blowing everything up. When it ran towards the fountain, Abel realized that he had to tell it to stop.

“Stop moving!” Abel commanded through his soul chain. Thankfully, he was fast enough; otherwise, Johnson would have stepped right into the fountain that he came all the way here for. If it didn’t hurt to kick Johnson’s metal body, he would’ve done so already.

After realizing what it almost did, Johnson backed away in a very timid manner. Then, after Abel gave it a more specific instruction, it became a large shadow that spun towards the fountain. It dug out the bricks that were beside the fountain. Once removed, it lifted the fountain up from its base.

The whole process took a minute. A minute after Abel gave his order, the three archer fountain was lifted very carefully from the ground. When Abel went to have a closer look, he realized that the fountain was still working even once it was in the air. As it turned out, the fountain wasn’t run by some sort of underground sewage system.

At the bottom of the fountain, there were strange patterns that were drawn on the surface. After telling Johnson to lift it a bit higher, he could see that there were ten slots at the bottom of this piece. In each of these slots, there was one perfect gemstone that was helping to keep the fountain working.

So, this fountain was a magic item (a really big one, as it turned out). Long ago, when the dark world was at its most prosperous, its economy and magic must’ve been very impressive. It was powerful enough to use all these resources on a simple art piece. This fountain was the perfect example of that.

After putting the fountain in his Kong Kong spiritual beast bag, Abel also called Johnson back. Then, after getting on Black Wind’s back, he started removing every statue that he liked in this area.

Like the statue of a warrior that he liked.

That statue of a goddess was also pretty neat. He took that, as well.

And that painting as well. To take it away, he even had the entire wall removed.

And just like that. After doing this for an entire day, the whole area had all its good-looking art pieces taken away. Yes, from the walkway to the cathedral. All of it.

After coming out of the dark world, Abel used the teleportation portal of the Harvest City Blacksmith Union guild to head back to his own magic tower.

Carrie went to ask when she saw Abel back, “It’s only been three hours. You got the statues already?”

“Yeah,” Abel nodded, “They’re all here. I don’t know a lot about decorating, so I just took everything that I thought was useful.”

Then, as Abel laid out the artworks from his Kong Kong spiritual beast bag, Carrie started examining them one by one. Abel didn’t know how much they were worth, but these were all the best works that were used to worship the gods. In terms of quality, they should be at the top of the land that they originated from.

Abel’s hunch was right. As soon as Lady Carrie laid her eyes upon these ancient statues and paintings, only shock could be seen from her face. Even for a rich elf like her, she still recognized these pieces as extremely rare treasures. Even the richest nobles would have a lot of trouble searching for them.

Finally, Abel took out the three archer fountain and placed it on the ground.

“Is that a magic fountain, Grandmaster?” Lady Carrie asked as soon as she saw it, but before Abel said anything, she was already captivated by its appearance and design.

“It’s…. It’s priceless! This is a legendary art piece! It can’t be compared with anything else!”