"Master Abel, you are so hardworking!" Master Thorin's voice emerged from the side as he finished his Knight training.
"I just can't sit still, so I need to move around a bit!" Abel said with a smile as he put his longsword back into his portal bracelet.
At that moment, a dwarf servant walked in and bowed to Master Thorin, "Master Thorin, there is a guest outside who wants to visit Master Abel!"
"Who got the news so quickly?" Master Thorin asked the dwarf servant.
"Master Thorin, the head of the Leicester family and the Jared family!" The dwarf servant replied.
"Master Abel, the Leicester family and the Jared family are big families in Miuah City. If you want to stay here, they can provide you with a lot of help!" Master Thorin saw Abel's confusion, so he explained.
"Master Thorin, I don't have time to waste on these things. I'm not going to see anyone here!" Abel came from the noble circle. He knew very well that once this kind of visit started, there would be countless dwarves waiting for the opportunity to visit him. Even if he spent the whole day on this, it would not be enough.
"It seems like Master Abel doesn't want to stay in Miuah City. Mayor Poford's efforts are in vain!" Master Thorin said with a laugh.
"I'm not going to stay in Miuah City. I have my own plans!" Abel said with a smile.
"Actually, Master Abel, you can stay with the dwarves. The dwarves are a tolerant race. As you can see, there are humans and elves in our city. They can all live together with the dwarves. You will have a lot of trouble in the human world. Although the Blacksmith's Guild has stepped in, they still can't change the Wizard Union's decision!" Master Thorin said softly.
"Master Thorin, I will go back to the human world. It's only a matter of time. Before that, I will become more powerful!" Abel said with confidence.
"I won't try to persuade you anymore. Since you have made up your mind, you don't have to worry about these families. The real power in the dwarves is the Blacksmith's Guild and the dwarven Wizard Union. The Blacksmith's Guild will always support you. The dwarven Wizard Union is not the same as the human Wizard Union, and the Wizard Union of the Kingdom of Saint Ellis can't completely represent the human Wizard Union. Your title as a master brewer is deeply loved by all dwarves, including the wizard dwarves." Master Thorin said with a smile.
At noon, Bartoli went to the Raphael clothing store to pick up a few sets of custom-made clothes and formal attire. When Abel put on the formal attire, it was luxurious but not ostentatious, elegant, dignified, and mysterious. Bartoli praised the craftsmanship of the Raphael elf tailor with her noble eyes.
Even Abel, who didn't know much about clothes, felt that this formal attire was as good as the one made by a master tailor in the Duchy of Carmel. No wonder people always said that elves had a natural sense of beauty. No matter if it was architecture, decoration, or clothes, they could bring out the best in them.
In the afternoon, two carriages left the inn. One was for Abel, Master Thorin, and Bartoli, while the other one was for the 3 barrels of master wine that Abel brought for Master Robin. It was a gift he prepared for Master Robin, and it was also the dwarves' favorite gift.
When they were still some distance away from Master Robin's place, Abel could already hear the sound of a hammer hitting a piece of iron, the sound of a flame burning, and the sizzling sound of hot iron being placed in water. It reminded him of the time when he was learning how to forge under Bentham. These sounds were very familiar to him.
"Master Thorin!" As soon as they reached the door, a young dwarf in a short grey suit couldn't help but shout when he saw Master Thorin. He then turned around and ran inside, yelling, "Master Thorin is here, Master Thorin is here!"
Master Thorin felt that Ceci's behavior was very rude, so he explained to Abel with a helpless smile, "Master Abel, this is master's youngest apprentice, Ceci. Please excuse us!"
"Brat, I've told you to behave yourself. You'll never be a good blacksmith if you keep acting like this!" A rough voice said. A muscular dwarf with a white beard was following behind Ceci and lecturing him. Ceci was making funny faces as he led the way.
"Master Abel, master's temper is much better now. He used to hit people directly!" Master Thorin turned around and said softly to Abel.
"Thorin, I didn't expect you to come back to see this old man. I thought we would only meet during the master's gathering!" Master Robin stepped forward and hugged Master Thorin's shoulder. Abel could almost hear the rhythm of a blacksmith.
"Master, please be gentle. Your body is still so strong!" Master Thorin said as he pulled his shoulder back.
"Haha, of course. I'm at the best age for blacksmithing. I won't stop until I've made a legendary equipment!" Master Robin laughed and let go of Master Thorin.
"Who are these two?" Master Robin asked when he saw Abel and Bartoli beside Master Thorin after he recovered from the joy of meeting his apprentices.
"I'm Master Bentham's apprentice. My name is Abel Harry. I'm here to visit you on behalf of Master Bentham!" Abel quickly stepped forward and bowed.
Master Robin thought for a moment when he heard Bentham's name. He shook his head and said, "Bentham is not a master. He's the most hardworking one among his apprentices. It's a pity he's not talented enough. He's only called a master by the people around him. He doesn't deserve to be called a master!"
If anyone else dared to say that about Master Bentham, Abel would definitely get into a fight with them. However, the dwarf in front of him had the most authority to say that. Both Master Bentham and Abel's blacksmithing skills came from this old man.
"Oh, right. You're Abel Harry!" Master Robin suddenly thought of something. He looked at Abel in surprise and said, "Master Abel?"
Master Robin looked at Master Thorin after he said that. He saw Master Thorin nodding at him and couldn't help but laugh, "Come on in. Why didn't you tell me that Master Abel is here!"
"Master Robin, you can just call me Abel. I'm still your apprentice!" Abel said as he let Master Robin enter.
"Regardless of Bentham's matter, we're still friends of the same generation. The tradition of the Blacksmith's Guild is that as long as you're not a direct disciple, as long as you're a master, you're an equal!" Master Robin and the others entered the yard. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Abel's words. No matter what, as long as Abel was willing to say that, this master blacksmith was already under him.
"Master Robin, this is my steward, Bartoli. Behind him is a little gift I brought for you!" Afterward, he pointed to the carriage with the 3 barrels of Master Wine behind him and said, "That's right, Master Wine.
Master Robin's eyes lit up when he heard the gift. Abel's other identity was the most famous master brewer among the dwarves. The master wine he brewed was very popular among the dwarves. Although Master Robin hadn't tasted it before, he had heard of it for a long time. Now that he saw the barrels, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"Boys, stop what you're doing and come here." Master Robin shouted as soon as he entered the yard. The dwarves who were forging in front of the open-air blacksmith's shop immediately stopped what they were doing. They knew very well that Master Robin wouldn't let them stop forging unless it was something very important.
"You're very lucky. There are 2 master blacksmiths here today. One is Master Thorin, whom you're very familiar with, and the other is Master Abel!" Master Robin introduced.
Master Thorin would come here once or twice a year to visit his teacher, so he was a regular here. However, Master Abel was a legendary master blacksmith whose ability was closest to that of a grandmaster. The dwarves looked curiously at the young man who was smiling and nodding at them.
"What are you waiting for? Bring the three barrels of wine to my room!" Master Robbin ordered loudly.
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