Chapter 117: Plan

"My Excellency, what I said is true." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard was a little unbelievable, afraid that the wizard would blame the apprentice wizard Sam and quickly explained: "I just entered Yves four days ago. Forest Magic Tower."

"You really learned the 'firebomb' spell in just four days?" Abel said a good query. The middle-aged wizard didn't think he would deceive himself, and there was some surprise in his speech.

Seemingly thinking of something, the middle-aged wizard then asked, "You haven't seen wizard Evelyn, have you?"

The middle-aged wizard remembered that the wizard Evelyn was not in the magic tower in recent days, but had been running around.

"Yes." Seeing that the middle-aged wizard seemed to no longer pursue his use of spells in the city, Abel could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The middle-aged wizard in front of him put too much pressure on him.

"You use the 'fire bomb' again and show me." The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel and said.

"Your Excellency, here?" Abel looked around, but the middle-aged wizard just told him that spells were not allowed in the city.

"Yes, it's right here." Seeing Abel's doubts, the middle-aged wizard laughed and said, it doesn't matter if I am here to cast spells.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Abel secretly complained that the middle-aged wizard had troubled him just now because of this, and now he asked himself to violate the rules again.

As if feeling the complaints in Abel's heart, the coercion of the middle-aged wizard reached Abel again and said, "Hurry up!"

Abel was coerced and rushed, almost subconsciously stretched out his finger, and instantly drew a 'fire bomb' spell pattern in front of him, and then the spell pattern burned into a fireball and flew to the big tree aside.

In the sound of "Boom!", the big tree with several decades of age was hit by the fireball, and the trunk of the big tree was instantly hit by the fireball in a depression, and it began to burn.

When the 'fire bomb' was fired, Abel knew that he had made a mistake and should have chosen to fire it manually first, but the 'fire bomb' had already been fired at this time.

The middle-aged wizard stared at Abel in a stunned manner. He could instantly cast a 'firebomb' spell in four days. Even if this was the most basic and lowest-level spell in the entire spell system, it was impossible. His eyes were slow. Slowly showing a surprise, this kind of genius is a genius that has not yet been discovered, and should have received it in his own magic tower earlier. I didn't expect that I would rarely get a magic tower, and I would encounter such a good thing as soon as I came out.

"You didn't recite the spell just now?" The middle-aged wizard thought of a question and asked Abel with puzzled eyes.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Abel thought for a while and then said, "Because the spell is in High Elf, which I have learned before, so I just need to recite it in my heart."

When Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard had just used a spell to blow up his firebomb, he didn't read the spell. He didn't think this ability was particularly powerful, and he couldn't expose the existence of the Horadric Cube, so he explained that way. .

The middle-aged wizard couldn't help shaking his head, looked at Abel sharply and said, "Child, don't lie in front of me, I have never heard of anyone who can master the High Elf language among humans."

At first, Abel thought it was the middle-aged wizard who discovered something wrong in his words, but when he heard about the High Elf language, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency, I do master the high elf language." Abel said in the high elven language.

Although the middle-aged wizard could not understand what Abel was saying, he had been exposed to spells all the time and could still distinguish words and phrases in the same language. His doubts were resolved, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Child, what's your name?" the middle-aged wizard asked with a smile.

"My name is Abel, Abel Harry." Abel replied.

"Abel? I seem to have heard of this name." He doesn't care much about all middle-aged wizards who are not wizards.

I didn't think of it for a while, and then said: "My name is Moulton, tomorrow you come to the Moulton Magic Tower, and I will wait for you there."

When Abel heard the name "Morton", he was shocked. Although not many people said this name, Abel saw respect and awe in the faces of everyone who said it. He is the most powerful wizard in the Principality of Carmel, an intermediate wizard of level 11, and the tallest one in the three magic towers is his.

Joy, excitement, excitement and other emotions began to surge in Abel's heart, but he remembered that he was now in the Evelyn Magic Tower as a wizard apprentice of Sam's apprentice wizard, so he left Evelyn Magic Is the tower suitable?

"Honorable wizard Morton, although I am very longing for the Morton Magic Tower, I must first explain everything to the apprentice wizard Sam, and I can only go to your magic tower after getting his permission." Abel was a little uneasy. said.

"Oh, of course, I'll talk to Evelyn. You just need to talk to the apprentice Sam and he will let you go." Wizard Morton didn't believe that the apprentice Sam would dare to block the people he invited.

"This is your residence?" Wizard Morton asked at this time, noticing the surrounding environment.

"Honorable wizard Morton, yes, this is my temporary residence in Gangba City," Abel replied.

"Yes, seeing that you live here, it shows that your family's economic situation is good, which is very good for your wizard training." Wizard Morton said while looking at the luxurious room.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to invite you to come in and sit down, please come in and have a rest." Abel gave a gift, but it was a bit funny to give this gift in armor.

I thought that the wizard Morton, who was standing at the window, would not come in. A big man of this status could not be invited, and Abel was just polite.

Unexpectedly, the wizard Morton was already standing in the room in a flash, looking at Abel with a smile and saying, "It's rare that you have such a sincere invitation, so I'll come in and sit down."

Abel hurriedly led the way and led Wizard Morton to the parlour. The housekeeper Ken appeared just in time and asked, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Bring a bottle of red wine in my room and prepare some snacks." Abel turned to look at Wizard Morton and asked, "Do you think this is okay?"

"It's okay, you decide." Wizard Morton looked at the arrangement in the room with interest.

This mansion was obtained from the royal family, and the interior layout is top-notch, whether it is a sitting leather sofa, or an oil painting on the wall, as small as a cup, each piece is not something that ordinary nobles can own. .

Wizard Morton couldn't help thinking that he was going to accept a particularly rich noble disciple, so that would save him from running around for money in the future.

After a while, Ken brought a few servants and served some snacks. Although there was no exquisiteness prepared by the magic tower, it was considered a thought.

Ken opened the red wine, put it on the decanter, glanced at Abel and asked, "Master, is this wine to drink now or later?"

"Just fall down, don't wake up." Before Abel could speak, Wizard Morton said directly to Ken.

Ken also saw that today's guests were very honorable. Although he didn't know where the guests came from, Abel's attitude had already explained everything, and it was rare to see a host receiving guests with such an attitude.

"Yes, sir." Ken poured red wine for the two of them, then bowed and stepped back.

"You have a good life, why do you want to be a wizard?" Wizard Morton asked, raising his glass.

"Because of life, wizard Morton, since I heard that wizards can live as long as 300 years old, I have made up my mind to become a wizard." Abel would not say the reason for opening the town teleportation scroll. But lifespan is indeed one of the important reasons why he chose to become a wizard.

"Haha, that's true. Many young people choose wizards because of this, but most of them are because of their family's requirements, and few of you start to worry about life expectancy at such a young age." Moore Wizard Dun took a sip of red wine and smiled.

"Huh?" Wizard Morton suddenly stopped, sniffed the red wine with his nose, took another sip, and tasted it slowly in his mouth.

Abel didn't speak. The red wine that Wizard Morton drank was the red wine that he synthesized once. Of course, this kind of honorable guest should treat him with the best.

"Is this wine still available?" Wizard Morton asked, without any embarrassment, he asked directly.

"Of course, I still have a few bottles in my room. If you like it, I'll ask someone to deliver it." Abel saw that Wizard Morton had a special preference for red wine.