"Master Abel, who is this?" City Lord Poford finally had the time to ask about Bartoli's identity.
"I am master's steward. My name is Bartoli!" Bartoli bowed to City Lord Poford and said calmly.
City Lord Poford didn't expect such an extraordinary noble lady to be Master Abel's steward. Noble etiquette was easy to learn, but the noble temperament in their bones was the hardest to learn.
There was a saying among the nobles, "Three generations of experience is enough to make you a noble." This was the special aura of a noble. City Lord Poford was sure that this steward named Bartoli must have been a noble in the past, and definitely not of a low rank.
Unlike City Lord Poford, Master Thorin was looking at the magic staff in Bartoli's hand. His face was a bit surprised, but it soon turned into a pleasant surprise. He turned to Abel and was about to say something, but he didn't say anything after seeing City Lord Poford.
The carriage was huge, and it was quite spacious for the 4 of them. It was just that the seats were a bit short, so Abel wasn't used to it. City Lord Poford had been introducing the specialties of Miuah City along the way. It seemed like he wanted Abel to stay here.
Abel was a Master Blacksmith who was kicked out by the humans, and he was also a master at making great wine. It would be a great blessing if he could stay in Miuah City.
Just think about the benefits that Bernie from the Goff Family had received from Master Abel's wine. Just think about how much Master Abel's support would bring. Even if there were no benefits, as long as he had Master Abel's wine, it would be enough.
Let's not talk about City Lord Poford's thoughts. Master Thorin didn't seem to be paying attention as if he had something on his mind.
Bartoli sat quietly on the side. Only Abel kept smiling and nodding at City Lord Poford. If Master Thorin didn't introduce City Lord Poford as a friend of Master Bentham, he wouldn't have interacted with City Lord Poford at all.
Apart from the bottle of master wine that Abel took out to make Mayor Poford and Master Thorin happy for a while, Mayor Poford had been trying to find out where Abel would go in the future, hinting to him about the benefits he would get if he joined Miuah City.
They rejected City Master Poford's request to stay in the City Master's Mansion, and under Master Thorin's insistence, they went back to their hotel to rest.
Master Thorin had booked a large courtyard in this inn. His attendants used a few rooms, and there were two empty rooms for Abel and Bartoli to rest.
When Bartoli went to arrange a place for Black Wind to rest, Master Thorin came to Abel's room.
"Master Abel, I know it's a little rude, but I still have to ask. Did you make the magic staff in Ms. Bartoli's hand?" Master Thorin looked at Abel expectantly.
"Master Thorin, I got the magic staff through legitimate means. Is there a problem?" Abel asked confusedly.
He got the magic staff through a deal with the Goff family. As one of the most powerful dwarven families, the Goff family had the right to give a human a secret dwarven technique.
"No, no, you misunderstood. I'm not asking about the magic staff. I just want to know who made it." Master Thorin quickly shook his head and explained.
"That magic staff is called the Blackfire Magic Staff. I used the soul of a Blackfire Rock Python as the raw material. After some modifications, I made it!" Abel didn't hide anything, and directly told Master Thorin about the magic staff.
"Can I see the Blackfire Magic Staff with my own eyes?" Master Thorin was a little embarrassed, but still insisted on asking.
"Master Thorin, please wait!" Abel didn't know what Master Thorin wanted, but since they were blacksmiths, he would agree to any request as long as it wasn't too much. Besides, he just wanted to see the Blackfire Magic Staff.
"Bartoli, come here!" Abel's voice wasn't loud, but it didn't just come from his mouth. It was also transmitted through the soul chain.
"Master, are you looking for me?" Bartoli's voice came from outside the door.
"Come in!" Abel said in a deep voice.
When Bartoli walked in, Abel said, "Give your Blackfire Magic Staff to Master Thorin!"
Bartoli didn't hesitate and directly handed the Blackfire Magic Staff over to Master Thorin.
Master Thorin took the magic staff and scanned it with his power of the will.
Blackfire Magic Staff [Maker: Abel]
10 times per day Rank 12 Hellfire
+ 50% damage to undead creatures
Master Thorin's face changed. If it was just a low-level spell, it wouldn't be a big deal, but this was a beginner 'Hellfire' spell. 10 times per day. This was almost equivalent to a beginner wizard's power.
What was even more shocking was that although he didn't know Bartoli's rank, the fact that he had a magic staff like this meant this steward could use it. This meant this steward was at least as powerful as a beginner wizard.
Even a super noble wouldn't be able to have a beginner wizard as a steward. Every wizard was prideful, and this pride was determined by their status in the Holy Continent for countless years.
Master Thorin handed the Blackfire Magic Staff back to Bartoli. The 'Maker: Abel' on the magic staff was still lingering in his mind. Maybe only a Blacksmith like Master Abel who didn't care about worldly affairs wouldn't know what kind of blacksmith rank was required to make a magic staff like this.
What made Master Thorin excited was that he knew Abel's background very well. He was Master Robin's disciple, Bentham's disciple. Although Bentham was only a disciple, he was still a blacksmith in their school. Now, Abel was also a blacksmith in their school. His achievements represented their school's achievements.
"If it's possible, please bring the Blackfire Magic Staff with you when you visit Master Robin. Of course, if it's my honor, can I go with you? I'm just here to visit my teacher." Master Thorin was very careful with his words. It seemed like his attitude had completely changed after seeing the Blackfire Magic Staff.
"Of course, but I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get a custom-made suit. You know, I didn't have time to bring many things when I came out!" Abel made a joke that wasn't too funny. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"My teacher will be very happy to know that you have such thoughts!" Master Thorin was very touched when he heard that Abel had custom-made a suit just to see his teacher Master Robin. Although Abel was Master Robin's junior, there was no difference between seniors and juniors in the blacksmith profession.
"Master Thorin, here are a few bottles of wine. Take them back!" Abel took out a few custom-made bottles of master wine and handed them to Master Thorin.
Originally, Abel's master wine was stored in a dark crystal bottle, but after he realized the value of the crystal bottle, he decided to make another one. No matter how many crystal bottles he had, he couldn't handle too many of them. Especially now that he didn't have a bottle for his potions, he had to use a dark crystal bottle.
No dwarf could drink. No one knew who started this saying, but it had been passed down in the Holy Continent for a long time. Abel knew Master Thorin was no exception just by looking at Master Thorin's expression.
After resting for a night, Abel did not enter the Dark World. Instead, he used a low-level mana gathering circle to meditate and sleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days, so before he went to sleep, he was thinking that it was time to make up for the missing big bed in Akara's tent.
When Abel woke up in the morning, he felt like he was lazing in bed. It had been too long since he slept on a bed. He washed up and went to the yard. The sky was just getting bright. For most humans and dwarves, it was still not time to wake up.
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