Abel rejected Wizard Lorenzo's invitation and did not return to the Kingdom of Saint Ellis immediately. Although the Kingdom of Saint Ellis was the center of the kingdom, Abel was no longer interested in it. If it wasn't for the fact that this kingdom could provide a stable environment for his family to grow in, he would have already passed the throne to someone else.
He stood in the teleportation circle of Harry Castle and sniffed the familiar scent. It was the scent of home.
"Welcome home, Master!" A joyful female voice emerged. It was tower spirit Flora. No matter how many spirits Abel had met, he had never met one that was as emotional as tower spirit Flora.
Tower spirit Flora was created by Abel through the fusion of an ancient spirit and his current spirit. Before the fusion, the 2 spirits were already very powerful. Today, Abel finally realized that tower spirit Flora had mutated.
"Yes, Flora, I'm back!" Abel heard such a warm greeting as soon as he arrived at Harry Castle. Of course, he was very happy.
Afterward, he stepped out of the teleportation circle and appeared in the square of Harry Castle.
Maybe it was because his wizard robe was very normal, or maybe no one expected their master to come back at this time, but no one noticed him standing in the square.
He was not the only wizard in his wizard robe in the square of Harry Castle. The square was very lively. It did not look like a remote castle at all.
Harry Castle didn't change much. Since it wasn't built that long ago, Harry Castle seemed to have lost its history, but it had gained a youthful vigor.
"Young master, my spirit, the young master is back!" Suddenly, a shocked voice emerged. It was old steward Lindsey. He was the only steward in the world who called him that.
Old steward Lindsey had lost his usual calmness. He had completely thrown away his noble demeanor. He strode towards Abel with tears of joy in his eyes.
His voice had also shocked everyone in the square. Everyone knew who the young master of Harry Castle was.
"The great majesty Abel!" Passionate voices rang out in the square. The wizards saluted, the Knights knelt on one knee, and the commoners lowered their heads.
The name Abel carried the utmost honor and dignity in the Holy Continent. He was the god in the hearts of everyone in the Kingdom of Saint Ellis.
Abel, who was standing in the middle of the square, instantly sensed the power of faith coming from these people and rushing towards him.
However, because he was not a god, he could not contain the power of faith. He also did not have the corresponding divine weapon to collect it. So, after the power of faith entered his body, it slowly dissipated.
Of course, the influx of faith power wasn't without benefits. It was just that the benefits were too low. It was so low that even if the faith power was multiplied a million times, it still wouldn't affect his body.
This was different from the Blood Moor in the Dark World. Back in the Blood Moor, he had the power of a divine spirit. Although he wasn't a true divine spirit, he could use the body of a divine spirit to strengthen himself.
Although he couldn't store the power of faith in his body, the utilization rate was on a completely different level.
There were only a few hundred elite elves in the Blood Moor in the Dark World, but they could directly strengthen his training.
In the Holy Continent, even if he gathered all the faith power in the Kingdom of Saint Ellis, or even the entire Holy Continent, it wouldn't do much.
Of course, if Abel turned all the Knights in the Holy Continent into holy knights, he could turn them all into followers of his crystal angel statue.
If he really did that, the Holy Continent would become the enemy of the Wizard Union and the entire world. He couldn't do that.
This was his home. This was his foundation. His family needed to survive, and this was the place he provided for them.
The reason he could experiment in the Nation of God was because he didn't have to think about the consequences. Even if everyone in the Nation of God died, he would just lose a source of faith.
"I, Abel, am back!" He lowered his voice and waved his hand. Afterward, he added, "Get up, everyone. This is Harry Castle, not the Royal City!"
Hearing his words, everyone in the square straightened their bodies, but the fanaticism in their eyes did not change.
"Where is Uncle Marshall?" Abel turned to Steward Lindsey.
"Master is in the garden!" Steward Lindsey bowed.
"I'll go see him!" With that, Abel's figure disappeared from the square, leaving everyone standing in the same place.
The garden in Harry Castle had never changed since Abel came here. Duke Marshall had always taken care of it himself.
Because in this garden was the grave of his most precious and only lover, his wife, Efie.
Abel saw Duke Marshall sitting in front of Effie's tomb and looking at her statue. His eyes were filled with memories.
Although Duke Marshall's appearance had returned to his youth after Abel's potion, the vicissitudes of life in his eyes could not be removed.
"Effie, the thyme you planted has been divided into 360 stalks. When spring comes, there will be a field of thyme blooming.
I remember you used thyme to send me to the battlefield. It was your thyme that gave me the courage to become a coat of arms Knight! "
Duke Marshall's voice was soft and slow. It was like he was whispering to the person he loved the most.
Abel didn't want Duke Marshall to be so infatuated. He wanted Duke Marshall's life to be more colorful, so he used the 'full recovery potion' to turn Duke Marshall's appearance back to his youth.
But now it seemed like what really affected Duke Marshall was his pure heart.
Perhaps Duke Marshall was the happiest at this moment.
"Uncle!" Abel gently called.
"Abel, Abel is back!" Duke Marshall turned his head and saw Abel. A smile emerged from the bottom of his heart as he stepped up and hugged Abel.
"Uncle, I'm back!" Abel gently hugged Duke Marshall back.
"Abel, are you leaving again?" Duke Marshall let go of Abel after a while and asked.
"Uncle, I can't stay for too long. I have to go back in three days!" Abel replied.
He couldn't leave the central continent for too long. Not to mention the Wizard Union and the Potion Maker Union, he also had to deal with the Nation of God.
"You're going back so soon? But it's good that you're back!" Duke Marshall's face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly covered it up.
"Uncle, I already have a super teleportation circle in the central continent. I'll come back to see you when I have time!" Abel saw the disappointment on Duke Marshall's face, so he quickly tried to comfort him.
"Don't worry about it. Be careful in the central continent. I heard there are many powerful wizards there. Don't offend them!" Duke Marshall warned with his limited knowledge of the central continent and his rich understanding of Abel's personality.
"Uncle, don't worry. No one will bully me in the central continent!" Abel smiled confidently.
He had completely forgotten that he was being chased by people in the central continent. He had to change his identity and live as Bennett the elf.
He picked a bouquet of flowers from the garden and placed it in front of Effie's grave. He then bowed.
"Abel, let's go back!" Duke Marshall looked at Abel with a smile and patted Abel's shoulder.
He didn't use the "instantaneous movement." Instead, he walked back to the castle with Duke Marshall like a normal person.
Everything here made him feel very close. Duke Marshall was the one who had influenced him the most after he crossed over. Duke Marshall had almost devoted all of his energy to nurturing and protecting him.
Therefore, to him, Harry Castle was his home. Every blade of grass and tree here was his memory.
Abel returned to the familiar study room. The decorations had not changed. Everything was the same as when he left.
Abel and Duke Marshall sat on the armchairs. Abel poured a glass of water spirit fruit juice for Duke Marshall.
"This child, you can always come up with such delicious things!" Said Duke Marshall with a smile as he took a sip of the juice. His eyes began to sparkle. His mood from when he came back from the garden was also lifted. He pointed at Abel and smiled.
His life was so satisfying. He had the best food and wine in the Holy Continent, a young and healthy body, and he could accompany Effie. Everything was so perfect.
"Uncle, the main reason I came back this time is to help you change your body constitution so you can become a wizard!" Abel saw that Duke Marshall was in a good mood, so he continued to speak his mind.
"Abel, it's not easy for you to get resources out there. Don't always think about me!" Duke Marshall knew what it meant to become a wizard, but he still tried to persuade him.
"Uncle, I'm a law-defying wizard now. I don't lack resources!" Abel replied proudly.
He would only act like a kid in front of Duke Marshall. If the powerful figures in the Central Continent saw him like this, they would be shocked.
"What is a law-defying wizard?" Duke Marshall was not surprised. Instead, he asked in confusion.
Abel's smile froze. He forgot that Duke Marshall was not a wizard, so he didn't know much about wizards.
On top of that, this was the Holy Continent. Most wizards didn't know about the existence of law-defying wizards, let alone legendary wizards.
The most powerful wizard in the Holy Continent was only a rank 18 wizard. That was the ceiling of the Holy Continent.
He came back this time to break that ceiling.
"Uncle, a law-defying wizard is a wizard above rank 20!" Abel explained.
Although Duke Marshall still didn't understand what a law-defying wizard was, he knew what it meant.
"Ok, ok, Abel. You are now the most powerful wizard in the Holy Continent!" Duke Marshall laughed.
"Well, I guess so!" Abel replied helplessly.
Abel felt a little helpless when Duke Marshall compared him to the wizards of the Holy Continent.
He didn't even need to lift a finger to wipe out all the wizards in the Holy Continent. His 12 spirit guardian wizards were more than enough to wipe out the entire Holy Continent.
"Uncle, this is the water of life. Drink it, and you will have the potential to become a wizard!" Abel took out a small test tube from his holy portal bag. There were a few drops of the water of life inside.
"Alright, I'll drink it. If I become a wizard, I'll be able to live longer and watch you grow. I'll also be able to spend more time with Eiffel!" Duke Marshall smiled as he took the test tube and drank it.
The water of life was a precious treasure even in the Central Continent. Giving a normal person the potential to become a wizard was the most wasteful way to use it.
However, the water of life Abel brought back could only be used to give his friends and family the potential to become a wizard.
To him, the water of life was very limited. On top of his relationship with the tree of life, the tree of life would give him some water of life from time to time.
It was too bad that the oak tree in the Dark World had not reached the age where it could produce water of life. Otherwise, his water of life would be almost the same as the elves every year.
The process of changing his potential was very easy. As the most peaceful water of life, Duke Marshall almost didn't feel any pain during the process.
"Abel, why do I feel like everything around me is clearer!" Duke Marshall looked around in shock. This world was completely different from before.
"Uncle, it's because your power of the will has increased. You can see the world in a completely different light!" Abel explained with a smile.
It was normal for a sudden increase in power of the will to bring about a completely different experience.
"Uncle, these potions can only be used by you. It should last you until you become an elite wizard!" Abel then took out a 20 square meter portal bag and handed it over.
"Abel, I can't open this portal bag!" Of course, Duke Marshall recognized the portal bag. At the same time, he also knew that he could only open it after he became a wizard.
"Uncle, I'll teach you the first meditation. I'm sure you can use it after this meditation!" Abel said confidently.
With the help of the water of life, and the amount of water of life that Duke Marshall could take, Duke Marshall's power of the will had increased significantly.
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