âNot bad, Abel. When Carlos and I teleported, he was always screaming. He had even threw up one time. Youâre doing much better than him.â When wizard Morton stopped talking, the shadow the two had reached level 1 of the magic tower.
âTeacher, I am not as bad as you described me, am I?â Carlos said, who was standing next to Camille on the first floor of the tower, looked resentfully at wizard Morton.
âWhy donât you come over and I will teleport you around?â Wizard Morton said gently, glancing at Carlos.
Carlos shrank back. He became silent as if he didnât dare to speak again.
âTeacher, Abel, whatâs the matter?â Camille asked, looking at the wolf riderâs corpse in wizard Mortonâs hands.
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âWhat else can it be? A wolf rider almost assassinated my disciple. It seems like people are people who are willing to assist these wolf riders.â Sneered Morton.
Abel saw that Camille and Carlos were genuinely concerned about him and were waiting for his news. He was immediately moved, but he said with a smile of indifference, âCamille and Carlos, itâs nothing much. It was only a suicidal wolf rider that wanted to assassinate me.â
âYeah sure, does this wolf rider seemed suicidal to you? This is wolf rider captain of Flaurling. Many Duchies are trying to hunt down this cunning bastard, and he still lived a good life.â Said Wizard Morton, giving Abel a sharp look.
Abel didnât dare to say anything more. He then turned to Camille and Carlos with a furtive expression of resignation.
âCome up with me! The Morton wizard put his hand on Abel, and they disappeared into the first floor of the tower.
âHereâs your cut!â Said Morton, throwing Abel a little bag.
Abel, who had reached the eleventh floor by wizard Mortonâs teleportation, had only just come to his senses when he saw the pocket thrown to him by the wizard Morton. He then quickly grabbed the small bag with his hand and asked curiously, âWhatâs this little bag?â
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With that, Abel opened the little bag that was on his hand. The bag was filled with beautiful magic gems, six fire gems, and four ice gems.
âItâs Blackâs, the dark wizard from the Duchy of Keyen youâve killed. I went to his tower overnight and took his valuables!â
The voice of the Morton wizard was very plain, but Abel was very frightened. Of course, he could understand what it meant to be purged by an intermediate wizard. Was an intermediate wizard really that powerful? So strong that it could kill off all the wizards from another rank 7 wizardâs magic tower.
Seeing Abelâs surprised look on his face, wizard Morton smiled and explained, âYou already killed the leader of that magic tower, and I had their control card, so it would be a huge joke if we still failed despite all of this. However, I still needed to be quick. Luckily the intermediate wizard guarding Duchy of Keyen only arrived after I took everything. He might not even remember who I am.â
Wizard Morton then laughed and pointed to the little bag on Abelâs hand. âThis time, I will divide it for you in the form of magic gems, the ten intermediate magic gems ni this bag is your cut.â
âThank you, teacher! Though Abel was not interested in the intermediate magic gems, he was grateful for it.
âAny questions about the âfrozen armorâ spell I taught you yesterday?â Asked the wizard, concerned.
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âTeacher, I do not have any questions. I already understand the fundamentals of it!â Abel said confidently.
Wizard Morton then asked shockingly, âAlright, cast the spell for me.â As he couldnât believe that Abel had already mastered the spell âFrozen armor.â
âSpirit of the ice! Use your divine power, weave pure white armor, protect me!â A second and a half later, armor made of ice crystals appeared on Abelâs body.
âA second and a half!â Morton was surprised to see Abelâs performance, and his imagination was overturned. When he first saw Abel cast the spell âfirebomb,â his first thought was that Abel must have acquired some sort of quick-casting treasure.
These quick-casting treasures were very rare and valuable, but they had many drawbacks. For example, the caster was only able to cast only one spell quickly, and they were also limited by the number of spells that could be cast. If the caster had run out of spells, they would have to use their mana to recharge, which was quite time-consuming.
But now Abel had used the full spell and had demonstrated the full process of chanting the âFrozen Armourâ in the air. Although he was fast, with wizard Morton being able to see it clearly, he could tell that there were no tools that assisted Abel in casting his spells.
While Abel had already amazed wizard Morton by becoming a rank 1 novice wizard in such a short period of time, as well as being able to cast the firebomb spell from a prop, Abel was now able to master another spell in a short period of time which was far beyond the reach of many official wizards.
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Although Abel may have used the ability of the prop to cast the Firebomb spell, Abel did not rely on the power of any treasure to cast the Frozen Armour. It was just Abelâs pure genius. Wizard Morton was certain in his heart.
After discovering Abelâs potentials, Wizard Morton made some changes to Abelâs training plans. His hand made a pattern in the air, and then on the shelf by the wall, a sheaf of scrolls disappeared and appeared in his hands.
âAbel, you have much more talent than I expected. These are all spells that novice wizards can master. Take them all,â Said the wizard, handing the scroll to Abel.
Abel opened the scrolls. The fire spell âWarmth,â the ice spell âIce Bullet,ââ the electricity spell âlightning bomb,â were all the other three spells of the novice wizard.
âThank you, teacher!â Abel had also intended to ask the Morton wizard to learn new spells anyways, and now all of them were in his hands.
âThere wonât be any more lecture this morning. After your life and death battle, I think you had a tough day already. Go back and have a good rest.â Wizard Morton waved to Abel, Abel was then immediately teleported out of the 11th floor before he could even react to what wizard Morton had said.
As soon as he woke up from his vertigo, a fat face appeared in front of him. Abel was shocked, but suddenly he realized that it was his fellow wizard follower Finkle.
âMr. Abel, Mrs. Camille, asked you to go to her!â Said Finkle with a respectful salute.
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âGot it! Abel said yes and looked at Finkle, who was before him, âYou seem to have lost some weight.â
âReally? Mr. Abel?â Fat Finkleâs face immediately lit up with delight. The main reason I wanted to be a wizard was that Iâve heard that meditation can help you lose weight.â
Abel then rolled his eyes and laughed. âFinkle, thatâs the most outrageous reason Iâve ever heard. Watch out for the wizard Morton. He will take you into the laboratory and make you lose weight there.â
The laboratory of the official wizard was said to be one of the scariest places in the world, as wizards conduct experiments with living beings, which was one of the main reasons many people fear wizards.
âPlease donât harm me, Mr. Abel.â Said Finkle, with a furtive glance up the stairs as the flesh of his face crumpled
âYouâre actually something Finkle. All other wizards are afraid of being eroded by mana, but you are using it to lose weight.â Abel shook his head and laughed.
âYou didnât know? In the past, at the side of the magic tower, there was too little magic, the fat that was trimmed away by the magic would come back as soon as I eat one meal. After entering the magic tower, every meditation, I could feel my weight going down. Soon enough, I will become an ordinary person.â There was a light in Finkleâs eyes as if imagining himself losing weight.
âCome on, donât think about these ridiculous things. Here you are. Remember to take it when you lose weight.â Abel handed Finkle the unused box of âconstitution potionâ that uncle Sam had given him.
âConstitution potions!â Finkle cheerfully took the potion. Then, he looked up at Abel and said, âDonât you need the potion too when you pick them up?â
âPick up? Where can I get it?â Abel had only just heard for the first time that a âconstitution potionâ was available.
âHave you not received your offer, Mr?â Finkle asked, looking strangely at Abel.