"Master, Bernie is here!" Bartoli's voice emerged from Abel's identity card. She was one of the few people who could contact Abel directly.
"Looks like this guy is here for the wine!" Abel mumbled to himself with a smile and replied through his identity card, "Invite him to the guest room of Harry Castle. I'll be there in a minute."
Abel walked into the guest room and saw a restless Bernie. He stepped up with a smile and said, "Bernie, how come you still have time to come here when you're so busy with business?"
"I'm here for your wine that can help wizards with their meditation. Do you have any on you? Give me a sip!" Bernie replied in a bad mood as he stared at Abel's portal bracelet.
"Help wizards with their meditation?" Abel was stunned. He never expected this. He didn't want any special function, but it still popped up. It was a special function that could help wizards with their training. This was going to be troublesome.
"No way, how come you didn't know?" Bernie couldn't help but want to slap himself in the face. If the tribe knew about this, they would definitely laugh at him for his talent in business.
If it was just a good wine, it would be easy to get it done, but with this function, it had a whole new level of value.
Abel laughed out loud as he took out a crystal bottle from his portal bracelet and threw it to Bernie. He watched as Bernie scrambled to catch the crystal bottle and said, "I didn't know, but now I know!"
Bernie angrily opened the crystal bottle and took a big gulp of the fine master wine. Just when he was about to say something to save his face, he felt like his whole body was on fire. His throat was burning, and he couldn't help but start coughing.
"Bernie, didn't you hear the wizards say this wine is very strong?" Abel laughed as he looked at Bernie, who was coughing after taking a big gulp of the premium master wine.
"Who knew it would be this strong? But it's so good!" Bernie couldn't help but compliment as he felt the tipsiness in his body.
"Of course, this is the best wine in the world. Unfortunately, only you dwarves can appreciate it!" Abel said proudly.
"Us dwarves are the ones who really know how to drink. The red wine of the humans has no kick at all. It's too soft!" Bernie agreed.
"Bernie, the person standing in front of you is a human, and this wine was brewed by me, a human!" Abel couldn't help but remind.
"I know, I know!" Bernie said perfunctorily. "What's the name of this wine?"
"I call it Premium Master Wine!" Abel said casually.
"Abel, you really know how to come up with names!" Bernie looked at Abel with dissatisfaction. In his opinion, such a good wine should have a good name.
"Don't drink it if the name isn't good. I'll give it to you when I think of a better name!" Abel reached out to take the crystal bottle from Bernie's hand.
"Don't, this name is good. It's really good!" Bernie quickly protected the crystal bottle and immediately betrayed his taste.
Bernie was one of Abel's few friends. Only in front of Bernie did Abel seem like a normal person.
"My tribe asked me to see how many barrels of Premium Master Wine you can sell to me!" Bernie said as he picked up the crystal bottle in his hand.
"Bernie, change that barrel to a bottle. What kind of wine is this? Do you think it's so easy to brew such a mellow wine? Do you know how many precious ingredients are in it? "Abel asked as he pointed at Bernie.
Of course Bernie believed him. He knew that Abel was a master alchemist. He didn't believe that this wine, including the Premium Master Wine, didn't have any alchemy ingredients.
A prodigy who could become an elven master alchemist in such a short period of time would definitely have a complicated alchemy process to make his wine. Bernie had never doubted that. Also, with Abel's relationship with the elves, there was no doubt that he would be able to get a large amount of rare materials from the Double Moon Forest.
"Abel, how many bottles can you give me? My family is trying to stop me from doing this. If I can't do it, the chief will beat me to death!" Said Bernie with a pitiful look on his face.
"Bernie, don't think I don't know. The chief is your father. Ok, I'll give you 10 bottles first. We'll talk about the other stuff later. You won't lose me anyways." Abel said straightforwardly.
"10 bottles!" Bernie began to calculate in his mind. He had to give the 3 elite wizards here. That meant there were only 7 bottles left. With so many wizards in his family, 7 bottles of Premium Master Wine would be enough to break their heads.
"Oh right!" He exclaimed softly. He seemed to have forgotten that Old Goff wouldn't leave a bottle for himself. The upper echelons of the clan would also leave some for him. Ten bottles of wine would probably be gone before they could even see a splash.
"Abel, 10 bottles is too little. Give me at least 100 bottles of this wine!" Bernie began to bargain after thinking about it for a while.
"Bernie, um, I'm very interested in the base of the floating fort. Give me a few more!" Abel said softly.
"Abel, that thing is too precious. It's already hard enough to give you one. I'm afraid the family won't agree to more." Said Bernie as he shook his head.
The Goff family had already set up a special research team to research the floating fort's base again. Although they hadn't made any progress, the floating fort's base had become even more important after Abel discovered the spirit.
Bernie didn't hide anything from Abel. "Ever since you discovered the spirit in the floating fort's base, the wizards in the family have been paying a lot of attention to the floating fort's base. It's very unlikely to make one now."
Abel's eyes began to sparkle when he heard this. Although it was very unlikely, it wasn't completely impossible. As long as there was hope, it would be fine.
"How about this, I'll give you 20 bottles of Premium Master Wine. You can go back and ask. 100 bottles of Premium Master Wine for a floating fort's base!" Abel said as he patted Bernie's shoulder.
"Um …" Bernie said hesitantly.
Abel rubbed his portal bracelet, and 22 bottles of Premium Master Wine appeared on the table in front of them. The transparent liquid in the crystal bottles emitted a strange glow. Bernie couldn't help but put the bottle in his mouth and take a sip.
Needless to say, the 20 bottles were for the family, and the other 2 were for himself. Bernie knew what Abel was trying to say.
Bernie knew the floating fort's base was not that important. It had been studied for countless years, and no one had discovered its secret. Even if there was a secret, only Abel would know how to crack it. The family still had a few of them, so it wouldn't be a big deal to take out another one.
Up to this point, Bernie said, "Abel, I'll go back and give it a try. But I can't promise anything."
After saying that, Bernie put the Premium Master Wine on the table into his portal item along with the Premium Master Wine that he had taken two sips from.
After sending Bernie off, Abel returned to his magic tower. Recently, the teleportation circle had been opened, so there were more and more wizards spying on them. Luckily, the 6 star magic circle had wrapped around the back mountain of Harry Castle, and Harry Castle was also protected by a large-sized protection circle. On top of that, there were 3 elite wizards killed in a row, so no wizards dared to cause any trouble.
As soon as he returned to his magic tower, Wizard Moreton came looking for him. Abel greeted him in his own magic tower.
"Abel, the mana here is so good. It's such a waste!" Wizard Moreton came looking for Abel.
Wizard Moreton was here for those wizard apprentices and novice wizards outside of Bakong City. Since Wizard Moreton, Wizard Yveline, and Wizard Murphy had closed their magic towers, those wizard apprentices and novice wizards gathered around the magic tower could still enjoy free mana, but without missions, they had no source of potions and spell books.
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Abel didn't know what Wizard Moreton was thinking, so he asked.
"I want to move those wizard apprentices outside of Bakong City here. This place is very good for their growth!" Wizard Moreton looked at Abel. Although Abel was his disciple, this was still Abel's territory. The magic environment here was created by Abel, so the decision was in Abel's hands.
"Teacher, I don't have time to deal with this, so please take care of it!" Abel replied with a smile.
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