At that moment, Abel understood what Grand Duke Edwina was thinking. This large-sized teleportation circle was perfect for him to travel between Harry Castle and Orwell Palace.
If he didn't have this teleportation circle, he would have to go through multiple teleportation circles every time he went back to the Duchy of Carmel. Most importantly, there would be a record of how many times he teleported from the elves to the humans.
If he teleported too many times, his identity would be suspected.
He was very happy with this giant teleportation circle, but if he used it too often, he would have to replace all the gems in the control room with top-level gems.
This was not a problem for him at all. As long as he didn't let anyone else get their hands on the gems, he could use as many as he wanted.
"Master Bennett, the room on the far right is a little special!" Steward Derek and Abel walked out of the teleportation room in the middle and arrived at the third stone door.
Abel opened the door with his identity card. As soon as he entered, he saw a giant room through the illumination circle on the roof. However, he sensed a strong dimensional wave in the room.
"Steward Derek, is this a portal storage room?" Abel couldn't help but think of a wizard legend, so he asked.
"Master Bennett, you've heard of the portal storage room? Yes, this is a portal storage room. There is a magic circle here that can keep fruits fresh. Only the elves have this technology in the Holy Continent! " Steward Derek was a little surprised that Abel knew about the portal storage room. This technology was not made public. It was only a secret portal circle among the elves.
Abel understood that this was where the elves stored their food. Of course, other races would not waste their time studying how to preserve fruits.
He observed the space. It was surprisingly big. It was close to 10,000 square meters in size. It was 4 meters tall. The amount of things that could be stored here was scary.
There was a short distance teleportation circle in the portal storage room. It was probably used to transport fruits from the outside.
Two puppets made of ironwood stood still on the side. The ironwood puppets were only two meters tall. They didn't look as strong as the dwarven puppets, but they were more delicate.
The dwarves' puppets were more like killing machines, while the elves' ironwood puppets were more like works of art.
"Master Bennett, these 2 puppets are specifically used to transport fruits from the outside. Since they are small, they only need 1 intermediate gemstone for a day of work." Steward Derek saw that Abel was looking at the puppets, so he explained with a smile.
After coming out of the basement, Steward Derek said goodbye to Abel. As the steward of the Grand Ducal Palace, he couldn't leave the Grand Ducal Palace for a long time.
Abel arranged a carriage to send Derek away. At this time, the captain of the black-armored elves, Jacob, appeared in front of him.
"Master!" Jacob bowed.
"Jacob, here are a few magic contracts. Sign one with your subordinates, and all the servants and elves who manage the fruit trees must sign a contract as well!" Abel instructed in a deep voice.
This was not a human's territory. Since the Third Goddess Spring Water was involved, Abel had to ensure that he was in charge of the entire Orwell Palace. Only those who had signed a magic contract with him would be safe.
"Yes, master!" Jacob did not object to the magic contract. Or rather, he would not object to his master's orders.
As Abel continued his tour of the Orwell Palace, the magic contracts were signed by all the elves under Jacob's command.
This palace was very big. It was designed to accommodate a thousand elves. There were hundreds of rooms, and it was even bigger than the palace in the duchy of Carmel. Since it was built on a mountain, it was divided into five levels, which was very rare.
The more he looked around, the more he felt like it was a waste. Yes, it was a waste for him to have a palace like this. He didn't have that many elves living here.
Although this place was famous, normal elves were not allowed to enter. Now that it had become his territory, no elves could enter without his permission.
Therefore, other than the 200 elves who took care of the fruit trees and the servants in the palace, there were no other residents in this huge territory.
Rather than calling it a fief, it would be better to call it a secret base.
"Master, these are all the magic contracts. There are 31 elven warriors, 200 elven gardeners, and 50 servants in the palace. All of them have signed the magic contracts!" Jacob said as he handed a few magic contracts to Abel.
Abel flipped through them and put them away. He then looked at Jacob and said, "From now on, the Orwell Valley will be completely sealed off. No elves are allowed to enter without my permission!"
"Yes, master!" Jacob bowed and replied.
"All the servants and gardeners here will be managed by my butler, Brewer. He will be here with the carriage later. You can take over from him!" Abel continued.
Jacob was the one who managed everything here, including the servants and gardeners. However, Abel had seen the potential of these elven warriors. He did not want Jacob, who was the most powerful among them, to waste his time on managing them.
"Yes, master!" Jacob replied again.
Abel waved his hand and signaled Jacob to leave. He then went to the master room on the 5th floor.
The 5th floor was a separate room for the master of the Orwell Palace. It had a full set of facilities.
One could see the sea of trees outside the palace from a bedroom. It was rare to see a large area of crystal partitions. This allowed the bedroom to blend in with the beautiful scenery outside.
This was the room with the best view in the entire palace. Anyone who rested here would be able to see the scenery of the Orwell Valley as soon as they opened their eyes.
It was a training room. Since a druid's training method was different from a human wizard's, the training tools here were useless to him. Still, since most of his training was done in the Dark World, all he needed was a mana gathering circle to make it look good.
One guest room. This guest room was filled with the grandeur of an elven royal palace. Every piece of furniture was expensive. The paintings on the wall were all made by famous elves.
Even the tea set was made of pure mithril. Mithril was a few hundred times more valuable than pure silver.
One study room. Abel was stunned when he entered. The 4 walls of the room were all made of expensive wood that was resistant to insects. There were also bookcases from the floor to the ceiling.
The bookcases were filled with elven leafy books. They covered everything from economics, culture, history, military, art, and so on. These must be the collections of Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert.
Only the royal family would have such a comprehensive collection of books. Aristocrats would only focus on one type of knowledge and would only focus on understanding the other types of knowledge. Only the royal family would have all kinds of books to pass down.
In the middle of the study room was an ancient table. There was a pen holder on the table. Abel randomly picked one up. It was a rune pen, and the ink in the crystal bottle was rune ink.
Although these things didn't mean much to him, rune pens and rune ink were daily necessities here. Even he hadn't been this extravagant before.
One was a sky garden. All kinds of strange flowers and plants were competing with each other in the warm environment of the Orwell Valley.
There was a small path in the sky garden with many twists and turns. Every time he changed his direction, he would discover something new.
The other part was a square resting area. In an elf-style pavilion, there was a table and a few chairs, which formed a place for people to relax their bodies and minds.
Every room had a short-distance teleportation array, allowing the user to go wherever he wanted to go at any time.
"Master, Steward Brewer is here!" The voice of the Orwell spirit emerged.
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