"No way. If the elves can treat Guru Abel like this, do you think the dwarves have a better relationship with Guru Abel than with the elves? I can't believe we're Guru Abel's brothers! " Wizard Cyril thought to himself as he stepped into the magic tower and connected his power of the will to the large-sized teleportation circle.
Since the magic tower was open, Wizard Cyril was not restricted in any way. Abel knew Wizard Cyril wouldn't hurt him, so he didn't ask.
"Guru Abel, I'm going back to the clan for a bit. I'll be back soon!" Wizard Cyril said with a bow. Afterward, he ignited a "move in a flash" spell and appeared on top of the large-sized teleportation circle. Afterward, he disappeared in a flash of white light.
Wizard Cyril appeared in the Goff family's large-sized teleportation circle. A few wizards in charge of the Goff family's large-sized teleportation circle bowed to him. Afterward, Wizard Cyril disappeared from the large-sized teleportation circle again.
Old Goff was drinking wine and looking at his accounts. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared in front of him. Before anyone could appear, 2 dwarven Knight captains rushed out from the shadows and pointed their big swords filled with combat qi towards the white light.
When Wizard Cyril's figure appeared in the white light, the 2 dwarven Knight captains let go of their combat qi and stepped back into the shadows.
Old Goff put down his wine glass and shook his head, "Cyril, are all wizards like this? You don't want to take a step when there's a door when there's a road?"
Wizard Cyril smiled, "Of course I'm in a hurry!"
Wizard Cyril sat in front of Old Goff and poured himself a glass of master wine. He took a big sip and let out a breath of satisfaction.
"Cyril, you're not here to drink, are you? Didn't you say you had something urgent to do? " Old Goff glared at Wizard Cyril. Stealing wine from a drunkard was just too despicable.
"Old Goff, you don't know. I've been staying at Guru Abel's place for 2 days. It's been great. I've been eating the best food in the world every day, and I've been drinking as much as I want. If I didn't have something to do, I wouldn't have come back." Wizard Cyril took another sip of the master wine.
Just as he was about to pour another cup of wine, he realized that the wine pot was already in Old Goff's hands.
"Speak, why did you come back? I'm very busy right now. I don't have time to chat with you! "Old Goff said impatiently.
Wizard Cyril finally got to the point, "You don't know, but I met the elves at Guru Abel's place. They were there to help Guru Abel build his magic tower!"
"Guru Abel invited us and the elves?" Old Goff asked in confusion. According to Abel's request, the less people who knew about it, the better. That was why the family had arranged for those 10 dwarves to build secret buildings to go.
Why would Abel invite the elves? Could it be that the elves were closer to Abel than to the dwarves?
Wizard Cyril explained, "I don't think so. When the elves came this morning, I saw that Abel and his castle were in a mess. It seemed like this visit was very unexpected!"
Old Goff urged, "Continue. What happened? Why did you come back?"
"You know what? The elves' magic circle maker just took a big piece of adamantine wood! " Wizard Cyril gestured with his hand to show how big that piece of adamantine wood was. He then continued, "They cut it all up and used it in Guru Abel's magic tower."
"You're sad?" Of course, Old Goff knew how precious adamantine wood was. All the adamantine wood in the family's warehouse was only as much as what Wizard Cyril gestured.
Wizard Cyril's face turned red, "The problem is, the elves didn't just send over adamantine wood. They also sent large amounts of precious wood. It's like they went crazy. None of those materials are worse than adamantine wood!"
Old Goff understood what Wizard Cyril was trying to say, "Are the elves looking down on us?"
Everyone in the Holy Continent knew about the relationship between the Goff Family and Abel. In a way, Abel and the Goff Family were on the same side. To most of the dwarves, the Goff Family was the only family that could get the Master Wine from Abel. Perhaps other races wouldn't understand, but to the dwarves, this was more important than a strategic resource.
To be able to give something this important to the Goff Family meant that Abel and the Goff Family were very close. Whenever the dwarves mentioned Abel, they would think of the Goff Family.
Most dwarves only paid attention to two things in their lives, good wine and forging. This was almost what a dwarf would do in his life. Drinking the best wine, placing a piece of hot iron on an anvil, and smashing the iron with a hammer while drinking the wine. This was the life that a dwarf wanted.
On top of that, Abel had always taken care of the Goff Family. From the beginning, when Bernie was poisoned, Abel had done the most. He had risked his life several times. Then, he gave the Goff Family full control of the Master Wine. After that, he gave the public forging demonstration. It all showed how close Abel was to the Goff Family.
Wizard Cyril looked at the empty wine glass and put it down, "Yeah, you didn't see it. Those materials were all slapping us in the face. I don't have the face to stay there anymore!"
Old Goff's face was a little gloomy, but he still tried to persuade Wizard Cyril, "You still need to keep an eye on that place. Guru Abel's magic tower has not been built yet, and he has left the big city. This is the most dangerous time. That's why the family arranged for you to go and stay there for ten days. It's a way of helping each other!"
"Old Goff, you know what? Guru Abel has nothing to say. I've asked around. The dishes in Liante City that cost five hundred points are not even as good as the dishes in his city. Guru Abel provides such precious dishes for every meal. Even those ten little guys who went with him. Also, the Master Wine. That big barrel is on the table. Drink as much as you want! "
Up to this point, Wizard Cyril yelled emotionally, "But what are we using to build Guru Abel's magic tower? The materials we brought over are not even a fraction of the value of a piece of adamantine wood from the elves!"
"Then all the more reason for you to go back. Before you go, go to the family's warehouse and take everything you can use. Don't worry about the price. Our friendship with Guru Abel is priceless. If we don't give as much as the elves, the entire Holy Continent will laugh at us!" Old Goff was very annoyed by Wizard Cyril's words. The elves were slapping the dwarves in the face.
"I'm relieved to hear that. I'll go now!" Said Wizard Cyril, and his body turned into white light and disappeared from the spot.
"How can someone like that become an elite wizard? If I knew this would happen, I would've become a wizard too. Maybe I would've been better than him!" Old Goff poured himself a glass of Master Wine and took a sip. Wizard Cyril didn't listen to him at all and still didn't want to leave.
The reason why Wizard Cyril didn't go to Bernie was that although Bernie was already in charge of some of the family's businesses, the real power was still in Old Goff's hands. If he went to Bernie and Bernie went to Old Goff, he might as well go to Old Goff directly.
The construction was already underway. The sooner he brought the materials over, the sooner he could use them. That way, he could respond to the elves.
Wizard Cyril arrived at the big warehouse. With his status, there were almost no restrictions on him. Of course, he could just take the materials if he wanted to use them. Of course, Old Goff didn't even need to ask for permission.
With the help of his holy portal ring, Wizard Cyril kept stuffing whatever was useful or potentially useful into his portal ring. It made the steward's eyes twitch as he watched on the side.
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