Along the way, Abel noticed that there were very few shops. It was very different from the commercial city he had imagined. With so many different races living together, how could there not be a single shop? Where would the residents go to buy their daily necessities?
"Rohr, why haven't we seen many shops along the way?" Abel turned around and asked with a puzzled look.
"Master Abel, you probably haven't been to many dwarven cities. What you have seen is only the surface. The real prosperity is in the heart of the mountain. The houses on the ground are only occupied by humans and elves. Only a few dwarves live on the ground. Most of them follow tradition and live in the caves in the heart of the mountain!" Rohr pointed at the mountain path on the ground and made an exaggerated gesture, indicating that the underground was very big.
"Master Abel, the Blacksmith's Guild Headquarters is just up ahead. Look!" Rohr pointed at the top of the mountain and said after walking for a while.
At the top of the mountain was a huge black castle. At the top of the castle was a statue. Although Abel had never been here before, he knew that the statue was of Grenjini, the dwarf god of mining and blacksmithing.
According to legend, Grenjini was the first creature in the world to excavate rocks, mine ores, and forge them into iron. He then taught the dwarves this craft and gave them the tools and methods to defend against their enemies.
"Is this made of black iron ore?" Abel asked in surprise as he walked closer to the huge building in front of him.
"Master Abel, everyone who comes here will be surprised. This building is made of the best black iron ore. It is like a steel castle. It is said that there was only this statue in the beginning. Every dwarf who came to worship would bring a piece of the best black iron ore they could find as a gift to the great Grenjini. Slowly, more and more black iron ores were found, and finally, this castle was built!"
Rohr was not surprised by Abel's surprise. He was used to the praises of every newcomer. This was the holy land of all blacksmiths.
"No one told me that. I didn't bring any Black Iron Ore!" Abel said in frustration.
Rohr took out a pure black ore from his pouch and handed it to Abel, "Master Abel, this is only a ritual. It doesn't have to be observed by all races other than the dwarves. Of course, Master Thorin has already prepared a piece for you. If you respect the great god of the dwarves, Grenjini, you can also give it to him!"
"Sorry to trouble you!" Although the black iron ore was given to him by Master Thorin, it was still Rolle who handed it over to him. Therefore, he quickly thanked Master Thorin.
At this moment, a gaze filled with hatred came from the entrance of the Blacksmith's Guild. Abel was not the only one who felt it. Bartoli, who was behind him, felt it as well. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on her magic staff.
Abel waved his hand slightly and signaled Bartoli not to be nervous. The owner of the gaze was a human wizard. Abel could tell from the red robe he was wearing.
There were two badges hanging on the robe. One was a wizard badge with a magic staff on it, indicating that this person was a beginner wizard. The other badge was a badge that Abel was very familiar with. It was a badge that belonged to the intelligence department of the Kingdom of Saint Ellis, which was ruled by Wizard Cliff.
"You shouldn't show your face in public, Abel!" The red-cloaked wizard said with a cold laugh.
Before Abel could say anything, Bartoli couldn't help but yell, "How dare you! How dare you talk to my master like that!"
The red-cloaked wizard's face changed after being yelled at by Bartoli. The blood-red robe of the intelligence department was almost untouchable in the human world. It was dyed with the blood of countless nobles, Knights, and wizards. He had never been disrespected like this before.
Although this was the Forbidden City, wizards were not allowed to use their spiritual pressure on each other. It was almost impossible to detect a non-lethal attack like this. At most, it would only embarrass the opponent a little. Unless there was an entire level gap between them, it would be hard to do any real damage.
Because of this, the red cloaked wizard's aura increased, and a wave of pressure rushed towards Abel and Bartoli. Even Rolle, who was with them, was included.
Abel quickly grabbed Black Wind and stood in front of Rohr. Rohr was not a wizard, so this spiritual pressure was enough to damage his spirit. It would take him at least a month or more to recover.
Dark golden light flashed in Bartoli's eyes, and a strange spiritual pressure emerged. It was completely different from the spiritual pressure of the wizards in the Holy Continent. This spiritual pressure was filled with murderous intent. It was the dark pressure of hell that she had acquired through countless years of killing and being killed.
The spiritual pressure of a beginner wizard and an intermediate wizard. One of them could only bully normal people or not fight back, while the other was a hell boss that had been through countless life and death situations. The result was not hard to imagine.
After the two forces collided, the red-clothed wizard seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. His eyes widened, and his body involuntarily stepped back. The magic staff in his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't even realize it. Then, he sat down on the ground, and a white light flashed on his body, and a shield protected him in the middle.
The red-cloaked wizard quickly regained his consciousness. He looked at Bartoli with fear and stared at Abel with a bone-deep hatred. It was Abel who made him lose his one time passive defensive magic item.
If it had been a life-or-death situation, it would have been fine. However, this was just a pressure attack. He had thought that it would at most make him dizzy for a moment. Who knew that it would activate this one-time passive defensive magic item?
The red-cloaked wizard didn't know he was facing an intermediate wizard. Bartoli's energy was very strange. It was different from the energy of the wizards in the Holy Continent, so he couldn't tell how strong she was. With the addition of her murderous intent, her spiritual pressure had the ability to attack lower level wizards, which was why it activated automatically.
"Abel, you will regret this. Our investigation department will come for revenge soon!" The red-cloaked wizard said viciously to Abel. Just when he wanted to continue, he saw the murderous look in Bartoli's eyes. He was so scared that he couldn't help but shut his mouth. However, all the hatred he had for Bartoli was focused on Abel.
"Thank you, Master Abel!" Rohr came back to his senses and bowed to Abel gratefully.
"Rohr, you don't have to thank me. It's all my fault!" Said Abel with a smile as he waved his hand at Rohr.
Afterward, he turned his head and looked at the red clothed wizard. His heart was filled with murderous intent towards this red clothed wizard. If this wasn't the Forbidden City, he would have killed him on the spot. A beginner wizard was no longer a threat to him. Even if he didn't summon a creature, he could kill him on the spot.
This kind of person would be a disaster if he was left alive. Abel pointed at the red-cloaked wizard and asked Rohr, "Can we expel him from Kitchener City?"
"Master Abel, my position is low, but I can report this to the higher-ups and let them decide!" Rohr was also furious. Attacking a staff member of the Blacksmith's Guild headquarter in Kitchener City was an insult to the Blacksmith's Guild, so he quickly reported it to the higher-ups through his identity card.
As soon as Rohr finished his report, a dwarf in a black robe appeared beside Rohr. He first bowed to Abel, then looked at Rohr and asked what had just happened.
"Please leave Kitchener City immediately and never come back. You are not welcome here!" The dwarf lowered his voice and said to the red-cloaked wizard.
The red-cloaked wizard's face changed. He didn't come to Kitchener City to play. He came here to ask a Blacksmith Master to make a magic staff for him. This gathering of the Blacksmith Masters organized by the Blacksmith's Guild was a rare opportunity. There were a lot of Blacksmith Masters who couldn't meet even if they wanted to, especially those who could make magic staffs.
"No, I'm Master Cliff's representative. No one can expel me!" The red-cloaked wizard yelled.
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