Lindsey was raised by the Hari family of Gamba. His ancestors had been the stewards of Family Harry for generations. It was only after Lord Marshall had his own territory that he came to Harvest City with Lindsey.
Since the business in Linate City could affect the resources of all the wizards in the family in the future, Abel attached great importance to this business. It was normal for a large family to use professionals trained by the family to take care of business.
Although Family Harry in Harvest City didn't have many people, with the support of Family Harry in Bakong City, they still had some talents. The contract in Abel's hand could also guarantee their loyalty.
Since Bartoli was left in Harvest City to take care of business, Steward Lindsey took Abel back to the two story building on the left side of the castle. It was where Abel used to live.
Lindsey opened the door, and Abel walked in. The furnishings inside hadn't changed much since he left. The floor and furniture were very clean and tidy. It seemed like someone had been cleaning it.
"Young master, I'll leave you to it!" Lindsey said softly. He could see that Abel wanted to stay in peace for a while, so he bowed and left.
Abel stepped on the stone floor and came to the weapon rack. The weapons on it were still the same, but because someone had been maintaining them, each one of them was emitting a creepy aura.
He took a breath of the air filled with the smell of oil and looked at the hall. His eyes were full of nostalgia. It hadn't been long since he came to this world, and this place had become his home. Maybe this home wasn't as luxurious as the one in Linate City, or even the mansion in Bakong City.
But this place had the smell of home, and that alone made it incomparable to any other luxurious place.
That night, Abel didn't enter the Dark World, which was rare. He took a shower and lay on the feather bed. He fell asleep while smelling the smell of the sun on the quilt. He slept very well that night, and he didn't even have any dreams.
The next morning, he was woken up by the sunlight. The sunlight shone through the window and through the white gauze curtains onto his face. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar room. Only then did his mind clear up. He had returned home.
Abel took off the quilt and washed up. Then, he went to the wardrobe and opened it. It was full of clothes. These clothes were small when he left, and they grew bigger and bigger. There were clothes of every size until they were two meters tall.
It seemed that although he was not in this home, the Lord Marshall was still making new clothes for him according to his height. Although it was just a small matter, it made him feel that it was good to have a home.
After changing into a set of noble clothes, Abel walked out of the annex building. In the courtyard, Lord Marshall was practicing his swordsmanship. It seemed that his wealthy life did not make him neglect his Knight training.
"Uncle Marshall, let's compete!" Abel could not help but feel excited when he saw Lord Marshall practicing. He casually took a Knight's sword from the weapon rack and held it in his hand.
"Come on, let's see if your swordsmanship has improved!" Lord Marshall laughed proudly.
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that Abel was already a fake Knight Captain. He raised his Knight's sword horizontally and stabbed towards Abel.
Abel lifted his knight's big sword up in front of him and blocked The Lord of Marshall's big sword. Afterward, he turned around and made a sweeping motion. The knight's big sword in his hand made a piercing sound as it rushed towards The Lord of Marshall.
Lord Marshall blocked Abel's sweep with his sword in front of him and then slashed the sword towards Abel's body. Both of their movements were very accurate, or rather, both of them were orthodox Knights. Abel's swordsmanship was taught by Lord Marshall, so although the practice was exciting, it was not dangerous at all.
However, Lord Marshall was still old. Although he had never stopped training as a Knight, his body had begun to deteriorate unknowingly due to his age.
The Lord of Marshall yelled as he stopped the sword in his hand, "No need. Your sword skills are already very good. It's like you've been through hundreds of battles. Even the knights in Miracle City don't have your battle experience!"
Abel heard Lord Marshall's words and just smiled. No one knew that he, who looked so easy-going, had to fight so many battles almost every day. Although he mainly fought like a wizard, in the beginning, there were many times when he was on the verge of death.
"Abel, get ready. We are going to Bennett City in a bit. Where is your Black Wind?" Lord Marshall suddenly remembered Abel's mount wolf. He couldn't help but ask.
"It's here. I'll let it out!" Abel gently patted his chest with his hand, and a black hole appeared in front of him. Black Wind then ran out from it.
Black Wind complained softly to Abel as soon as it came out. It had been locked up for two days this time. It was not used to being locked up in a monster ring.
"Ok ok, I'll get you something nice to eat later. Come and meet uncle Marshall first!" Abel rubbed Black Wind's head and said with a smile.
Black Wind bowed and nodded to Lord Marshall, which made Lord Marshall very surprised.
"Black Wind is bigger and smarter than before!" Lord Marshall said as he looked at Black Wind enviously.
Black Wind heard Lord Marshall's praise and raised its neck proudly.
"Uncle Marshall, I'll find you a good mount after a while!" Abel said with a smile.
In the past, Lord Marshall didn't dare to find a good mount for Lord Marshall because he was worried that he would get into trouble. A mount was not like a carriage. No matter how good a carriage was, it couldn't be seen from the outside. If Lord Marshall rode a mount that was too good, it would attract unwanted attention.
After all, Lord Marshall was only an intermediate Knight. With his strength, even a royal warhorse would cause him trouble, not to mention other mounts.
He was different from Abel. Abel had been a blacksmith master for a long time. Everyone who wanted to do something to him would have to consider the revenge of the Blacksmith's Guild.
But in the future, there would be no problem. This area was his territory, and he was going to build a magic tower here. The safety of the entire Harvest City would not be a problem.
"Abel, you said it yourself. I want a cool one. It's best if it's white. You know I like white the most!" Lord Marshall knew that Abel had a lot of connections. It wouldn't be difficult for him to get a good mount, so he didn't hold back.
Black Wind heard Lord Marshall say that he liked white. It looked at itself, then looked at Lord Marshall. It then rolled its eyes and returned to its master's side.
"Recently, you've been using golden blood fusing potions, blood replenishing potions, and essence condensing potions. Don't be stingy. I have a stable source of those potions. If the family runs out of potions, I'll make up for it immediately!" Abel could see that Lord Marshall didn't have much potential left. It was almost impossible for him to level up without potions.
He was afraid that Lord Marshall wouldn't be willing to use the Knight training potions, so he clearly told Lord Marshall that he had a lot of potions.
Lord Marshall glared at Abel. He obviously felt that Abel was bluffing, "That's a golden potion, which can only be made by a high-level alchemist. The materials used are very rare. Do you really think I don't know that?"
Abel looked around helplessly. He threw out a barrier circle and activated it. Then he touched the space bracelet, and a pile of golden potions appeared on the ground. There were a lot of different kinds of potions, and it looked like there were almost a thousand bottles.
"This, this, this …" Lord Marshall was shocked by the golden potions in front of him. Didn't they say that golden potions were difficult to make? Didn't they say that the materials used to make golden potions were extremely rare? Why were there piles of them?
Abel pointed at the golden potions on the ground and said, "Because there are too many of them, I'm afraid that it will cause trouble if I leave them all in the family. So I thought that if the family uses up some, I'll make up for it. It's okay if I use them all up. I'll buy some from my friends!"
Of course, Abel was lying. These potions were his usual practice. He had been saving them all the time. He only took them out because of Lord Marshall's concerns.
Lord Marshall wanted to increase his lifespan. The only way now was to become a Knight, and then find a way to become a Grand Knight.
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