"Your honorable Excellency, I'm telling the truth." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard didn't believe him. He was afraid that this wizard would blame Novice Wizard Sam, so he quickly explained, "I just entered the Yveline magic tower 4 days ago."
"You really only used 4 days to learn the 'fireball' spell?" The middle-aged wizard didn't think Abel would lie to him, so he was a little surprised.
The middle-aged wizard seemed to have thought of something, so he continued to ask, "You haven't seen Wizard Yveline yet, right?"
The middle-aged wizard remembered that Wizard Yveline had not been in the magic tower recently. He had been running around outside.
"Yes." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard didn't seem to want to blame him for using spells in the city, so he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The middle-aged wizard in front of him was giving him too much pressure.
"Show me the 'fireball' spell again." The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel and said.
"Your honorable Excellency, here?" Abel looked around. The middle-aged wizard had just told him that spells were not allowed in the city.
"Yes, here." The middle-aged wizard saw Abel's confusion, so he laughed and said, "I'm here, so you don't have to worry about casting spells."
"Yes, your Excellency." Abel secretly complained in his heart. The middle-aged wizard was just giving him trouble because of this, and now he was asking him to break the rules again.
The middle-aged wizard seemed to have felt Abel's complaints, so he pressed down on Abel's body again and said, "Hurry up!"
Abel was hit by the pressure, so he subconsciously reached out his finger and drew a 'fireball' spell pattern in front of him. Afterward, the spell pattern began to burn and turned into a fireball that flew towards a big tree on the side.
"Boom!" The big tree that was dozens of years old was hit by the fireball. The trunk of the big tree was instantly dented by the fireball, and it began to burn.
When the Fireball was fired, Abel knew that he had made a mistake. He should have fired it manually, but he had already fired the Fireball.
The middle-aged wizard stared at Abel with his mouth wide open. Even though it was the most basic spell in the entire spell system, it was still impossible for Abel to instantly cast the spell 'Fireball' in just four days. The wizard's eyes slowly filled with surprise. Such a genius, and one that had not been discovered yet, should be kept in his magic tower as soon as possible. He did not expect to encounter such a good thing as soon as he came out of the magic tower.
"You didn't chant a spell?" The wizard asked as he looked at Abel in confusion.
"Yes, sir." Abel thought for a moment, and then said, "Because the incantation is in the High Elven language, which I've learned before, I just have to say it in my heart."
When Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard did not chant a spell, he did not think that the wizard's ability was particularly powerful. He also did not want to expose the existence of the Hradik cube, so he explained it that way.
The middle-aged wizard could not help but shake his head. He looked at Abel with a sharp gaze and said, "Child, don't lie to me. I've never heard of a human being who could master the High Elven language."
At first, Abel thought that the middle-aged wizard had discovered a mistake in his words, but when he heard the wizard ask about the High Elven language, he could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Honorable sir, I have indeed mastered the High Elven language," Abel said in the High Elven language.
Although the middle-aged wizard did not understand what Abel was saying, he had been practicing spells for many years, so he could still distinguish the words of the same language. His doubts were answered, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Child, what is your name?" The middle-aged wizard asked with a smile.
"My name is Abel, Abel Harry," Abel replied.
"Abel? I think I've heard of this name before. " The middle-aged wizard did not care much about non-wizards, so he did not immediately remember. He then said, "My name is Moreton. Come to the Moreton Magic Tower tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you there."
When Abel heard the name "Moreton," his body trembled. Although not many people said this name, Abel could see the respect and awe on everyone's face when they said this name. This was the most powerful wizard in the Duchy of Carmel. He was a rank 11 intermediate wizard, and he lived in the tallest of the three magic towers.
Joy, excitement, and all kinds of emotions began to surge in Abel's heart. But then he remembered that he was now an apprentice of Novice Wizard Sam in the Yveline Magic Tower. Was it appropriate for him to leave the Yveline Magic Tower like this?
"The prestigious Wizard Moreton, although I am very interested in the Moreton Magic Tower, I have to explain everything to Novice Wizard Sam first. Only with his permission can I go to your magic tower." Abel said with a little nervousness.
"Oh, of course, I'll talk to Yveline. You just have to talk to Novice Wizard Sam, and he will let you go." Wizard Moreton did not believe that Novice Wizard Sam would dare to stop him from inviting people.
"This is your residence?" Wizard Moreton finally noticed the surroundings and asked.
"The prestigious Wizard Moreton, yes, this is my temporary residence in Bakong City," Abel replied.
"Not bad, seeing that you live here, it means your family's financial situation is not bad. This is very good for your wizard training," Wizard Moreton said as he looked at the luxurious room.
"Sorry, I forgot to invite you in. Please come in and have a rest." Abel made an inviting gesture, but it was a little funny that he made this gesture with a full body armor.
At first, Abel thought Wizard Moreton, who was standing at the window, would not come in. A person with such a high status could not be invited, so Abel was just being polite.
However, Wizard Moreton's body flashed and was already standing in the room. He smiled at Abel and said, "It's rare for you to invite me in so sincerely. I'll come in and have a seat."
Abel quickly led the way and led Wizard Moreton to the living room. Steward Ken appeared at the right time and asked, "Master, what can I do for you?"
"Bring me a bottle of red wine from my room, and prepare some snacks," Abel turned his head to Wizard Moreton and asked, "Is this okay?"
"It's okay, you decide." Wizard Moreton looked at the decorations in the room with interest.
This mansion was taken from the royal family. The decorations inside were all top-notch. No matter if it was the leather sofa, the oil painting on the wall, or even a small cup, none of them could be owned by a normal noble.
Wizard Moreton couldn't help but think to himself that he was about to take in a very rich noble disciple. This was good, at least he wouldn't have to run around for money in the future.
After a while, Ken and a few servants brought out some snacks. Although they were not as exquisite as the ones from the magic tower, they still put a lot of thought into it.
Ken opened the bottle of red wine and placed it on the decanter. He then looked at Abel and asked, "Master, do you want to drink now or later?"
"Just pour it, there's no need to wake up." Before Abel could say anything, Wizard Moreton directly said to Ken.
Ken could also see that today's guest was very honorable. Although he didn't know where the guest came from, Abel's attitude had explained everything. It was rare to see a host treat a guest with such an attitude.
"Yes, sir." Ken poured the wine for both of them and bowed as he left.
"You're living a good life. Why do you want to become a wizard?" Wizard Moreton raised his wine glass and asked.
"Because of my lifespan, Wizard Moreton. Ever since I heard that a wizard could live up to 300 years old, I've made up my mind to become a wizard." Abel wouldn't say it was because of the Scroll of Town Portal, but lifespan was one of the most important reasons why he wanted to become a wizard.
"Haha, that's true. A lot of young people choose to become a wizard because of this, but most of them do it because their families asked them to. Very few people like you start to worry about their lifespan at such a young age." Wizard Moreton gently took a sip of his wine and laughed.
"Hmm?" Wizard Moreton suddenly stopped and sniffed the wine with his nose. He then took another sip and slowly tasted it in his mouth.
Abel didn't say anything. The wine that Wizard Moreton was drinking was the wine that he had synthesized once. Of course, he had to treat this kind of honorable guest with the best.
"Do you still have this wine?" Wizard Moreton asked. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just asked directly.
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