Chapter 117

"Your Excellency, I am telling you the truth." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard didn't believe it, and he was afraid that the wizard would blame the novice wizard, and then explained: "I just entered the magic tower of Evelyn four days ago."

"Do you really only need four days to learn the fire bullet magic?" What Abel said is very inquisitive. The middle-aged wizard doesn't think he will cheat himself. He speaks with some surprise.

As if thinking of something, the middle-aged wizard then asked, "haven't you met the Evelyn wizard?"

The middle-aged wizard remembers that in recent days, the Evelyn wizard is not in the magic tower, but has been running outside.

"Yes." When Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard seemed to stop pursuing his use of magic in the city, he couldn't help sighing. The middle-aged wizard in front of him put too much pressure on him.

"Show me the firebombs again." The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel and said.

"Here, my dear sir?" Abel looked around. He was just a middle-aged wizard, but he told him that magic is not allowed in the city.

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

"Yes, sir." Abe secretly secretly Tucao the middle-aged wizard just make complaints about this matter, and now he asked himself to violate the rules again.

make complaints about Abel's heart, and the power of the middle-aged wizard arrives at Abel once again. He said, "not yet!"

Abel, almost subconsciously, reaches out his fingers and draws a "fireball" pattern in front of him. Then the pattern burns into a big tree flying to one side with a fireball.

"Boom!" In one sound, the big tree with the age of dozens of trees was hit by the fireball, and the trunk of the big tree was hit by the fireball in a depression, and began to burn.

When the "firebomb" was sent out, Abel knew that he had made a mistake. He should have chosen to fire it manually first, but he had already fired the "firebomb".

The middle-aged wizard stares at Abel. In four days, he can instantly cast the "fire bullet" magic, even if it is the most basic and lowest magic in the whole magic system, but it is not possible. His eyes slowly show a surprise. This kind of genius, which has not yet been discovered, should be received in his magic tower earlier. Unexpectedly, it is rare for him to do so Magic tower, you can meet this kind of good thing as soon as you come out.

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

"Yes, sir." Abel thought for a moment and then said, "because the spell uses the high elvish language, which I have learned before, so I just need to meditate in my heart."

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

The middle-aged wizard could not help shaking his head, looking at Abel with fierce eyes, and said, "son, don't lie in front of me. I've never heard of anyone in the human race who can master the high elvish language."

Abel initially thought that the middle-aged wizard had found out what was wrong in his words, but when he asked about the high elvish language, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Dear Sir, I do master the high elvish language." Abel said in high elvish.

Although the middle-aged wizard can't understand what Abel said, he can still distinguish the words of the same language when he contacts the incantation all the year round. The doubts are solved, and his face shows a satisfied smile.

"What's your name, son?" The middle-aged wizard asked with a smile.

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

"Abel? I seem to have heard of the name. " For all the middle-aged wizards who are not witches, they didn't care much for a moment, and then said, "my name is Morton. Tomorrow you come to the Morton magic tower, and I will wait for you there."

When Abel heard the name "Morton", he was shocked. Although there were not many people who said the name, Abel saw respect and awe on every face who said the name. This is the most powerful wizard in the Duchy of Kamal, the intermediate wizard up to level 11. The highest one of the three magic towers is his.

Joy, excitement, excitement and other emotions began to surge in Abel's heart, but he recalled that he was now a wizard apprentice of Sam's apprenticeship in the Evelyn magic tower. Is it appropriate to leave the Evelyn magic tower like this?

"Noble Morton wizard, although I am very yearning for the Morton magic tower, I must first explain everything to Sam's novice wizard. You can go to your magic tower only after getting his permission." Abel said with some trepidation.

"Oh, of course, I'll talk to Evelyn. You just have to talk to Sam. he'll let you go." The morden sorcerer did not believe that Sam, the novice sorcerer, had the courage to stand in his way.

"Is this where you live?" Only then did the morden wizard notice the surroundings and ask.

"Noble Morton wizard, yes, this is my temporary residence in gomba." Abel replied."Yes, it shows that your family's economic situation is good. It's good for your wizard training." Said the Morton wizard, looking at the luxurious room.

"I'm sorry, but I forgot to invite you in. Please come in and have a rest." Abel made a salute, but a suit of armor made this salute is a little funny.

I thought the Morton wizard standing at the window would not come in. Please don't invite any big people of this status. Abe is just polite.

Who knows that the shadow of morden wizard has stood in the room and smiled at Abel and said, "it's rare for you to invite me so sincerely, I'll come in and sit down."

Abel hurriedly led the morden wizard to the reception hall in front of him. The steward Ken appeared at the right time and asked, "master, what can I do for you?"

"Bring me a bottle of red wine from my room and prepare some more snacks." Abel turned to look at the Morton wizard and asked, "do you think this is OK?"

"It doesn't matter. You're in charge." The Morton wizard looked at the layout of the room with interest.

This mansion is from the hands of the royal family. The interior decoration is the most top-level. No matter the leather sofa or the oil painting on the wall, as small as a cup, every piece is not the ordinary noble can have.

The morden wizard could not help thinking that he was going to take in a very rich noble disciple, so that he would not have to travel around for money.

In a short time, Ken put some snacks with several servants. Although there was no delicacy prepared by the magic tower, it was also thoughtful.

Ken opened the red wine, put it on the decanter, looked at Abel and asked, "master, is this wine to be drunk now or later?"

"Just pour it on, don't wake up." Before Abel spoke, the Morton wizard said directly to Ken.

Ken can also see that today's guests are very noble. Although he doesn't know where the guests came from, Abel's attitude has explained everything. Rarely can he see the host receive the guests in such an attitude.

"Yes, sir." Willing to pour the red wine for the two and bow down.

"You have a good life. Why do you want to be a wizard?" Asked the Morton wizard, raising his glass.

"Because of longevity, Morton wizard, since I heard that the life of a wizard can be as long as 300 years old, I have made up my mind to become a wizard." Abel doesn't say that he wants to open the town's teleport scroll, but his life span is one of the important reasons why he chooses to be a wizard.

"Haha, it is true that many young people choose witches because of this, but most of them are due to the requirements of their families, and few of you start worrying about life at such a young age." The morden wizard smiled with a sip of red wine.

"Well?" Sorcerer Morton stopped suddenly, sniffed the red wine with his nose, took a sip and savored it slowly in his mouth.

Abel didn't speak. The red wine that morden wizard drank was the red wine that he had synthesized once. This kind of distinguished guest must certainly entertain him with the best.

"Is there any more wine?" Morton wizard asked, not a little embarrassed, so directly asked the local.

"Of course, there are still some bottles in my room. If you like, I'll have them delivered." Abel saw that the morden wizard had a special preference for red wine.