"Steward Ismen, you don't think this Earl Abel is Master Abel, do you? I heard he was only a baron before, and his title was even reduced a while ago! "Administrator Neuss couldn't help but shake his head with a smile after hearing Steward Ismen's words.
"That's right, Earl Abel is the former Master Abel. I was there when he was awarded his title in Harvest City, and a few others were there as well!" Said Steward Ismen with certainty.
The few officials who had attended Abel's knighthood ceremony also remembered this and nodded. Although Abel had changed a lot, they could still recognize him as long as they looked at him carefully.
"So Earl Abel is not an exiled earl?" Asked Tax Officer Bill suddenly.
Governor Neuss suddenly remembered Viscount Dickens' attitude towards Earl Abel. He was not happy with himself for being so slow. Now that he thought about it, Viscount Dickens seemed to be very humble towards Abel. That kind of humility was hard to see from someone as important as Viscount Dickens.
He no longer thought about how to fight against Abel's steward Bartoli. When one's strength reached a certain level, any kind of fight would be laughable.
Viscount Dickens left with a few servants. He did not take a single Knight with him. Of course, before he left, he had already transported a large amount of resources and wealth to his new territory. He originally planned to take a few Knights with him when he left.
But after knowing Abel's identity, he gave up on that idea. Also, when the entire elite Knight Squad in Harvest City knew Abel was the Earl they were loyal to, they could no longer transfer any Knight away.
The legend of Abel was a story that inspired all the young people in Harvest City. Perhaps nobles were more concerned about their own interests, but Knights and normal warriors worshipped legends. Abel was the legend of Harvest City.
Of course, what they had heard was only a small part of Abel's story. This small part had been expanded into many stories, and perhaps even Abel himself had not heard of it.
"Master, this Viscount Dickens is too petty!" Bartoli bowed to Abel after inspecting the entire city lord's mansion.
"Bartoli, what happened?" Abel was thinking about the time to go to Harry Castle. He didn't want to stay for even a second, but he had just become the owner of this place. Although he said he didn't want to be in charge, there were still some things he needed to do.
"Viscount Dickens emptied the entire Castellan's Mansion!" Bartoli couldn't understand.
"Whatever, it seems like this is the end of our friendship. I won't have any contact with him in the future!" Abel said with a smile.
If Viscount Dickens knew in advance that it was Abel who came to take over, he wouldn't have done this. If he knew he had lost his last friendship with Abel because of emptying the Castellan's Mansion, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
"Then how are we going to rest here today? We don't even have the most basic necessities! " Bartoli knew Abel's identity as an Earl. If he was too casual, he would lose his dignity and become a joke in the noble circle.
"Harry Castle has a courtyard in Harvest City. We will stay there today!" Abel said as he remembered the place he used to stay in every time he came to Harvest City.
"My Lord, Ms. Yvette from Edmond's boutique shop wants to see you!" A Knight came in from the door and reported with a bow.
Since all the original servants were taken away by Viscount Dickens, the entire Castellan's Mansion was like an empty shell. Now, there were ten official Knights guarding the door. They were the Knight Elite Brigade of Knights in Harvest City.
"Yvette! Let her in! " Abel said with a slight bow. The name Yvette reminded him of the beautiful girl with long blonde hair.
"My Lord Earl Abel, Yvette represents Edmond's boutique shop in Harvest City to greet you!" Yvette bowed as soon as she entered the door. She wasn't a noble, so it was just a commoner's bow.
"Yvette, your Edmond's boutique shop has always been well-informed. I need your service!" Abel said with a smile as he looked at Yvette.
"My Lord Earl Abel, we will do our best to fulfill your orders!" Although Yvette had just learned that Abel had become the new Lord of Harvest City, she had already known about the situation in the Castellan's Mansion. Therefore, she took this opportunity to come here. She wanted to use this opportunity to establish a good relationship with Abel again, so that it would be convenient for Edmond's boutique shop to develop in Harvest City.
"I will leave the Castellan's Mansion to you. My request is very simple. Turn this Castellan's Mansion into a qualified Count's Mansion!" Abel said faintly. He didn't mention anything about gold coins.
Yvette understood very well. With Abel's current status, even if she knew his identity, no one would dare to cheat Abel of his gold coins. Abel's personal benefits were too great. Any weapon made by Abel could become the highlight of any auction house, and it would be enough to enhance the reputation of the whole auction house.
"My Lord Earl Abel, please rest assured. We, Edmond's boutique shop, will do our best to complete this task for you!" Yvette said with a bow.
The next day, a guard team consisting of 500 elite cavalrymen and 10 official Knight escorted the Castellan's carriage from Harvest City. This team's destination was Harry Castle.
Abel didn't want to bring so many guards with him, but as an Earl, he had to follow the rules of the nobles.
When they walked out of Harvest City, Abel looked back at Harvest City. The flag on the city gate had been changed overnight. A black flag with a golden dragon on a black background was hung in the middle of the gate.
The distance between Harvest City and Harry Castle was not far. After the whole team had been traveling for half a day, Abel saw the stone castle in the distance through the window.
"Harry Castle, I'm back!" Abel murmured in his heart.
The familiar stone castle wall, the familiar unicorn coat of arms. Abel actually had two coats of arms. One was his own eastern giant dragon coat of arms, and the other was this unicorn coat of arms. The eastern giant dragon coat of arms was first given to him by the Duchy of Carmel for his military exploits after he killed orcs and became a Blacksmith Master.
After a few iterations, the eastern giant dragon coat of arms had become the coat of arms of the Earl of Abel. His other identity was the heir of Harry Castle, so he had the right to use the unicorn coat of arms. Of course, he would use it as the heir of Harry Castle.
The gate of the castle was wide open. A Knight in a domineering golden armor was standing in front of the castle gate. The steward beside him was standing with his hands behind his back.
Abel didn't wait for the carriage to stop. He jumped off the carriage because he saw Lord Marshall. Lord Marshall was wearing a golden armor with two horns on his head. It was the Taurus armor that Abel made for him.
"Uncle Marshall!" Abel's voice was a little choked up. He was a child who had been away from home for a long time, and he was finally back with his family.
"Abel, you are an Earl now. Why are you still crying? You will make a joke out of the Knight you brought!" Although Lord Marshall said this, his eyes were also a little red.
"I'm not crying. I'm just too happy!" Abel said with a big laugh. His eyes were a little bit more sparkling.
He opened his arms and hugged Lord Marshall tightly. He didn't care about the Taurus armor on him. He was almost 2 meters tall, so he lifted Lord Marshall off the ground.
"Abel, put me down. You've made me lose face!" Lord Marshall yelled.
Abel put Lord Marshall down with a big smile on his face.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong after becoming a wizard. It seems like the blacksmithing I taught you back then was very useful!" Lord Marshall said as he took off his Taurus helmet.
"Of course, if it wasn't for Uncle Marshall, I wouldn't be who I am today!" Abel said with Lord Marshall's tone.
"Oh right, tell me the truth. Have you lost your Knight's power?" Lord Marshall asked softly. His family was a Knight's family. Although they were only a branch of the Hari family of Gamba, they had become an independent family because of their fief.
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