Abe the Wizard

Abel didn’t go back to where he lived. Instead, he headed straight to the mission because that’s where Head Commander Markham wanted to meet him at.

On his way there, he received a call from Bartoli through his soul chain.

“Master!” Bartoli’s voice called out.

Abel asked with concern, “Yes, Bartoli. Is everything fine at home?”

“Yes, Master. Everything has been going smoothly in your domain. The dwarves have sent four groups of wizards over, and I’ve provided them meals that contain the rabbit essence. Three of them have successfully promoted their ranks, and for that, Master Bernie sends his regard to you.”

Abel commanded, “Reduce the amount of wine you hand over but don’t ever stop trading with the dwarves. If we want to keep a good relationship with them, always save some of the better stuff in the cellar.”

“Yes, Master. Speaking of which, Master Bernie just gave a new name to the finer master’s wine. He’s calling it the “grandmaster’s wine” now.”

“The grandmaster’s wine, ha!” Abel laughed, “That’s better than what I came up with!”

Bartoli continued to report, “As you’ve commanded us, Master, we will water the soil with what comes out of the three goddesses statue. It’s going to take some more time before we can fully implement this plan, but if we do manage to get everything done, we’ll have the sufficient technology to have a harvest every single month.”

Abel said with a bit of thought, “No need to rush on that one. What’s important is that we have everything strictly under control. Remember to put all the harvested products into the warehouse. This way, we’ll be able to pay everything to the farmers with gold.”

As sweet as it was to create a tremendous amount of crops in a very short period of time, Abel knew what damage his technology could do to the brittle agriculture-based economy of the Holy Continent. Instead of dumping them all into the market, he decided that it was wiser to be saving them as back-up materials. Also, it’s not even like he had to pay the Duchy of Carmel or the Kingdom of St. Ellis any tribute. The only thing he had to take care of was his own land.

The future of these harvests would be limitless–from brewery to fine cooking. Right now, countless ideas were already taking shape in Abel’s mind.

“Yes, Master,” Bartoli said obediently.

“And Bartoli, I want you to get Lady Carrie to do something for me. Remember to get it done quickly. You can give her permission to use my title as the Bennett Alchemist Master.”

“What for, if I may ask?”

“Under the strong request of the Bennett Alchemist Master, the Elven Alchemist Union will pressure the human Alchemist Union into cutting all supplies of alchemy ingredients to Cyril, the intermediate alchemist. Let me say this again, get it done as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, Master,” Bartoli replied.

After reaching the mission hall, Abel hung up on his call with Bartoli. Needless to say, that last order was him trying to get back at Wizard Cyril for what he did. That was the most appropriate revenge he could think of. Wizard Cyril was a dwarf. Since the elves had a monopoly on everything to do with alchemy, his career as an alchemist would be over if the elves decided not to give him any kind of support.

Anyways, Head Commander Markham was waiting for Abel at the door.

“Sir K3516! Salute to you.”

Abel returned the bow, “To you as well. Let’s talk inside, Markham.”

Head Commander Markham took out a box as soon as they sat, “Here, it’s a token of my thanks, Sir K3516. I got it by trading my gears.”

When Abel took the box over, he quickly scanned its content with his power of the Will. There were 400 skeleton gemstones inside and 40 bone-made portal items.

“There’s a bit too much if I’m allowed to say,” Abel said with a smile.

Head Commander Markham said with sincerity, “I know that you’re interested in those, Sir K3516, so I’ve been looking for them through the same places K3308’s been to. Don’t worry about their prices. None of these were traded with war glory points.”

Instead of saying too much, Abel just nodded and took the gifts. He did save Head Commander Markham’s life, after all. It wasn’t like he could turn down a gift with such sincerity.

Head Commander Markham said in a serious tone, “Actually, I’ve called you for something serious.”

“What could it be, Markham?” Abel asked in a slightly surprised voice.

Head Commander Markham looked around a bit before answering, “It’s about the rumours that have been spreading around here lately. A lot of people don’t like you if I may speak so frankly. There have been voices of people trying to stop you from joining missions in teams. Some of them are even actively stopping people from helping you.”

Abel frowned a bit but still gave a slight bow, “It’s okay, Markham. I’ll be off for a shutoff training these few days. Once I’m out, all this nonsense should be over soon enough.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a plan already. It’s really relieving to hear that.”

Head Commander Markham said that, but honestly, he had no idea what Abel’s plan was. Abel was furious at these members that were going after him, and they were all taking parts of the quest for the blood of the beastly god. He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but he was planning to end it all in the Orc Empire.

After saying his farewell with Head Commander Markham, Abel summoned his mount wolf king and left the Miracle City’s southern gate. Once again, he was making his way to the right side of the Budapest Mountain Range.

Frankly speaking, Abel had no idea how Head Commander Donald and the rest would sneak inside the Orc Empire. He didn’t care too much about that, though. All he knew was that it was very easy for him to do so. As long as he could get out of the area that the miracle spirit was watching, he could just get to his battle fort 03 and take a flight on White Cloud.

Once he’s made his way into the Orc Empire, Abel would be able to use everything that he had up his arsenal. There were a total of 200 small-sized war puppets on his battle fort, and they were all equipped with giant crossbows that could shoot at arrows consecutively. There were also Johnson and Flying Flame. He had nothing to worry about except himself.

After riding the mount wolf king for tens of miles into the Budapest Mountain Range, Abel contacted Flying Flame. He was waiting on top of the boulder, and as soon as Flying Flame revealed its dark, scorching scales, the mount wolf king instantly went flat on the ground.

Flying Flame was making sounds when it saw this. Abel could understand right away. It was complaining to Abel for choosing such a weak mount. It treated him like family, so the sight was just too pitiful to handle.

To give his response, Abel shook his head as he packed the mount wolf king into his portal beast ring. After that, he jumped on Flying Flame’s back and hugged around its neck. Flying Flame was very pleased with this act, and with a long roar, it became black lightning that vanished from the Budapest Mountain Range.

Because of this roar, all the spiritual beasts nearby fled to the Budapest Mountain Range’s deeper parts. It was the reason that the hunters didn’t get anything within the next three to four months.