As Abel was practicing with his carving knife, Finkle's voice emerged from the identity card on his waist, "Mr., it's almost time for lunch. Would you like to eat on the first floor?"
"You go down and prepare, I'll be right there!" Abel stopped his carving knife and replied to the identity card.
Abel threw all the jade on the table into his portal bag and walked with his carving knife in his hand. It seemed like he didn't want to waste even a second.
After taking 2 steps, he hit his head on the door of the lab. Abel was distracted again by the weak little soul. He looked at the jade that had a deep groove because he used too much strength, so he threw it into his portal bag and picked up another one.
"Bam" hit the door again. Abel was distracted again. He shook his head, opened the door, and walked out. When he reached the door, he was careful. This time, he didn't hit the door.
Just when he was walking downstairs, the "frozen armor" suddenly appeared on his body. He was too focused on casting a spell, so he didn't pay attention to his feet. He missed a step, but luckily he was agile. He did a somersault in the air and landed firmly on the ground.
"Good thing no one saw me!" Abel whispered to himself.
"What is this kid doing?" Wizard Moreton on the 11th floor sensed a wave of spell in the magic tower. It came from the corridor, so he couldn't help but sense it. He just happened to see Abel doing a somersault and landing on the ground.
"He's still a kid after all. He's still very naughty when there's no one around!" Wizard Moreton shook his head with a smile and moved his sense away.
Abel thought no one knew, so he carefully walked to the first floor. After he arrived safely, he let out a long breath of relief. It was not easy to multitask.
"Let me tell you, last time when I bought a crystal core in the market, the wizard who sold it thought it was a fire crystal core, but it couldn't escape my eyes. I knew it was a poison crystal core at first glance. I only spent the price of an ice crystal core to get that poison crystal core." As soon as he reached the first floor, Abel heard Carlos's voice. From his voice, he knew that Carlos was bragging about his previous achievements.
Abel felt a little strange. Even he, a newcomer to the magic tower, had heard Carlos bragging so many times. Who was he bragging to now?
Glancing around, Abel couldn't help but find it funny. Fatty Finkle was nodding his head and looking at Carlos with admiration. He was listening attentively, and Camille was sitting far away from them.
"Sir, you're here!" When Finkle saw that Abel had arrived, he quickly stood up and pulled out a chair for him. He then said, "My Lord, your lunch is ready. I'll go get it for you."
"No need, I'll ask my apprentice, Peggy, to get it. Finkle, sit down and listen to me." After Carlos finished speaking, he turned to Peggy and said, "Peggy, help Abel bring his lunch up."
"Yes, my Lord!" Peggy turned around and left.
When Carlos turned around to look at Peggy, Finkle's fat face was looking at Abel with hidden bitterness. It seemed like he was looking for Abel's sympathy. It seemed like Finkle didn't like listening to Carlos' stories as much as Abel thought.
"Since Carlos is chatting with you, you can continue chatting with Carlos. I'm fine here." Abel said to Finkle with a faint smirk.
"Come on, Abel is fine. Come on!" Carlos waved his hand and said.
Finkle looked at Abel helplessly and walked towards Carlos with heavy steps. However, as soon as he turned around, he was full of smiles again.
"Why are you still wearing the 'frozen armor' in the magic tower?" Camille asked curiously as she looked at the ice crystal armor on Abel's body.
"I heard that if you use more spells, you can increase the power of your mana. It would be a waste if you don't use your mana. That's why I use it whenever I have time. It's like practice." Abel explained with a smile.
"You're so hardworking. However, if you use spells in public, the teacher will notice. Although it's not forbidden, we usually don't use spells in public. It will disturb the teacher's practice." Camille said as she took a sip of juice.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Abel remembered that he almost fell down in the corridor when he cast a spell. Could it be that his teacher saw something so embarrassing?
"My Lord, here's your lunch!" Peggy had already brought Abel's lunch up.
"Thank you!" Abel nodded to Peggy. Whether it was Carlos's apprentice, Peggy, or Camille's apprentice, Joey, they all got along very well with their respective masters in the magic tower. This was also because Carlos and Camille were very easy to get along with, so Abel's attitude towards them was very friendly.
After Peggy bowed and left, Abel used a table knife to cut a piece of steak into a few pieces. He then used a fork to pick up a piece of steak. While he was picking up the steak, his mind was once again affected by the weak little soul. Under Camille's surprised gaze, he put the empty fork into his mouth. Only when his teeth were scratched by the hard fork did he realize what had happened.
"Abel, are you okay?" Camille asked with concern.
"No, I'm fine!" Abel replied a little embarrassedly.
"If you're not feeling well, just tell me. Don't force yourself!" Camille said with concern.
"I'm really fine. Thank you, Camille." Abel really couldn't explain.
As soon as he finished speaking, an ice crystal armor suddenly appeared on Abel's body. Camille was shocked by this sudden spell.
Even Carlos, who was talking loudly, stopped and looked at Abel curiously. However, he immediately turned around and continued to chat with Finkle.
"Abel, is this an instant spell?" Camille asked curiously.
"This …"
When Abel didn't know what to say, Camille quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Abel. You don't have to explain."
Everything about one's strength was the most important secret of a wizard. Abel, who had just entered the wizard world, didn't know, but Camille did. As soon as she asked, she knew something was wrong. When she saw Abel was a little hesitant, she quickly stopped him.
For the rest of the lunch, although Abel was very careful, he still dropped his food twice. His knife missed once, and his fork missed once. This made Camille even more worried.
After lunch, Abel didn't even dare to stop. He dragged Finkle, who was very grateful, out of the magic tower under Camille's worried gaze. When Finkle left, he thought Abel was being kind and came to save him.
As soon as they walked out of the magic tower, Abel saw his own carriage that was being pulled by two Inferno Bulls. He couldn't help but look at Finkle.
"Sir, it was I who secretly informed your steward and asked him to arrange a carriage for you." Finkle looked at Abel uneasily. Although it was a good idea to arrange a carriage for Abel without informing him, it was still a matter of the temper of a wizard.
"Finkle, you did well!" Abel nodded and praised.
"Please get on the carriage!" Finkle suddenly became lively. He politely put down the ladder and opened the carriage door. He also wanted to help Abel get on the carriage.
However, Abel didn't even look at the ladder. He lightly tapped the ground and directly stepped into the carriage. He then turned his head and said, "You come in too!"
Because of their identity, most of the wizard apprentices didn't have any status. They were only servants. Even when they went out, they would sit next to the coachman.
"Thank you, sir!" Finkle said gratefully as he entered the carriage.
"No need to thank me. With your weight, I'm afraid the carriage will flip over if you sit in the front." Abel said jokingly.
The carriage started moving. It was already early winter. With Abel's strong body, of course, he wouldn't care about the cold. The coachman was also familiar with his habits, so all the windows in the carriage were opened. However, Finkle was different. As the carriage started moving, the cold wind blew, and his body felt cold. He couldn't help but shrink his body, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
"Finkle, you're so fat, but you're still afraid of the cold?" Abel said jokingly. He then ordered, "You can close all the windows."
"Yes, sir." When he got on the carriage, although he knew the weather was cold, this was Abel's personal carriage, so Finkle didn't dare to close the windows. Now that he heard Abel's order, he quickly stood up and closed the windows.
Abel looked at Finkle's fat body and shook his head with a smile. He really didn't understand. People said thin people were afraid of the cold, fat people were afraid of the heat, but Finkle was so afraid of the cold. He turned his hand back and turned the air conditioner to 10 gear.
As the carriage moved forward, waves of warm wind blew into the carriage through the air conditioner.
"Sir, what is this?" Although Finkle was only a rank 1 novice wizard, he had been in the Wizard World for a long time. This was the first time he saw a warm wind blowing in the carriage.
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