Chapter 473

Lindsey was raised by the Harry family in Gangba city. Their family has been the steward of the Harry family for generations. Only after Lord Marshall had the territory, did they come to the harvest city together with Lindsey.

Because the industry of leant city may involve the resources of all witches in the future, Abel attaches great importance to this industry. It is a common method for large families to use the professionals trained by the family to manage business.

Although the Harry family in harvest city is thin, there are still some of them with their backs to the Harry family in gomba City, and Abel's contract can add an absolute guarantee to their loyalty.

Because Bartoli was left to work in harvest City, Lindsay, the Butler, took Abel back to the second floor on the left side of the castle, where he used to live.

Lindsey opened the door, and Abel went in. There was no change in the furnishings. The floor and furniture were very clean and tidy, which should be the result of someone's cleaning all the time.

"Little master, I'm back!" Lindsay said softly. He could see that Abel wanted to be quiet for a while, so he bowed out.

Abel stepped on the stone ground and came to the weapon rack. The weapons on it were the same as before, just because someone often maintained them, and every one of them gave off a natural gas.

He took a breath of the air full of the smell of maintenance oil, looked at the hall, and his eyes were full of nostalgia. Soon after he came to the world, it became his home. Maybe it was not as luxurious as the city of Lyon, or even as luxurious as the palace of Gangba.

But there is a taste of home, which alone makes any other luxury incomparable.

That night Abel rarely went into the dark world. After taking a bath, he lay on the feather bed and fell asleep, smelling the sunshine on the quilt. This night, he slept soundly, even without a dream.

The next morning he was woken up by the sun. The sun shone on his face through the window and through the white curtain. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar room. Then he woke up and went home.

After opening the feather quilt, Abel washed and went to the front of the wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe, which was full of clothes. These clothes were bigger and bigger from the size when he left, and they were almost every size, up to the height of two meters.

It seems that although he is not at home, Lord Marshall is still making new clothes for him according to his height. Although it's just a small thing, but the touch of silk makes him feel good to have a home.

After changing into a set of aristocratic clothes, Abel went out of the auxiliary building. Lord Marshall was practicing swordsmanship in the yard. It seems that the rich life did not let him lose the training of knights.

"Uncle Marshall, let's compete!" Abel saw that Lord Marshall was also very interested in practice. He took a knight's sword from the weapon rack beside him and held it in his hand.

"Come and see if your swordsmanship has improved!" Lord Marshall laughed with great pride.

It seems that at this moment he forgot that Abel was already a fake Knight Commander. His knight's sword was in his hand, and a puncture came to Abel.

Abel used a move of raising the knight's sword from the bottom to the top in front of him to block the knight's sword. Then he turned around and swept across. The knight's sword in his hand rushed to Lord Marshall with a sound of breaking through the air.

Lord Marshall put the big sword in front of him to block Abel's sweeping power, and then the big sword slashed at Abel's body. The movements of the two men were very standard, or they were both born of orthodox knights. Abel's sword skills were taught by Lord Marshall, so there was no danger to practice the fine color.

However, Lord Marshall is still old. Although he has been training as a knight for a long time, his body began to deteriorate unconsciously because of his age.

"No, your sword skill is very skilled, and it seems that you are experienced in all kinds of battles. Most of the knights who have stayed in miracle city don't have your fighting experience!" Cried Lord Marshall, stopping the sword in his hand.

Abel listened to Lord Marshall. He just smiled, and who could know that he was so easygoing in appearance. He had to fight intensively almost every day. Although it was mainly the way of wizard fighting now, how many times in the early days were wandering between life and death.

"Abel, get ready. We'll go to Bennet in a moment. What about your black wind?" As he spoke, Lord Marshall suddenly thought of Abel's wolf and asked.

"Yes, I'll let it out!" Abel clapped his hand on his chest. A black hole appeared in front of him. Then the black wind ran out of it.

As soon as the black wind came out, he called to Abel twice. This time, he had been locked up for two days, which made him very unaccustomed to being locked in the space animal ring.

"Well, I'll get you something delicious later. Meet uncle Marshall first!" Abel went up and rubbed the black wind's head and said with a smile.

The black wind bowed to Lord Marshall and nodded. He was very surprised by the way he greeted him.

"Heifeng is bigger and smarter than before!" Said Lord Marshall, looking enviously at the black wind.Black wind heard Lord Marshall boasting about it, and raised his neck proudly.

"Uncle Marshall, I'll help you find a good mount after a while!" Abel said with a smile.

In the past, I didn't dare to find a good mount for Lord Marshall because I was afraid that he would get into trouble. Mount is not a carriage. No matter how good the carriage looks, if Lord Marshall rides a good mount, it is likely to be coveted.

In the end, Lord Marshall is only an intermediate knight, and a Royal horse in this strength will cause him trouble, let alone others.

He is different from Abel. Abel has been a blacksmith master for a long time. Everyone who makes his idea should consider the Revenge of the blacksmith guild.

However, there will be no problem in the future. This area is his territory. In addition, he plans to build the magic tower here. The safety of the whole harvest city is not a problem.

"Abel, that's what you said. I want a more elegant one. It's better to be white. You know I like white best!" Lord Marshall knew that Abel had a lot to do with him now. It was not difficult to get a better mount, so he was not polite to him.

The black wind heard Lord Marshall say that he likes white. He looked at himself, then at Lord Marshall. Then he took a humanized look at him and went back to his master.

"Recently, you have used golden level blood melting potion, blood tonic potion and coagulant potion. Don't save them. I have a stable source of those potions. Once there is less potion in the family, I will immediately fill it up!" Abel could see that Lord Marshall had little potential of his own and could hardly be promoted without drugs.

He was afraid that Lord Marshall would not like to use the elixir of Knight cultivation, so he clearly told Lord Marshall that there were many elixirs.

"It's a golden potion that senior alchemists can refine, and the materials are rare. Do you really think I don't understand?" Lord Marshall glanced at Abel, obviously feeling that he was bragging.

The helpless Abel looked around, threw out an isolation array and activated it. Then he stroked the space bracelet, and a pile of golden potions appeared on the ground. There were a lot of potions, almost thousands of bottles.

"Here and here..." Lord Marshall was shocked by the golden elixir in front of him. Didn't he say that it was difficult to make the golden elixir? Isn't it said that the material of golden quality medicine is extremely rare? How can it appear in piles.

"There are too many potions here. I'm afraid there will be trouble if I put them all in the family. So I think the family will use some of them. I'll go and fill them up. It's ok if I run out of them here. I'll buy some from my friends!" Abel said, pointing to the golden elixir on the ground.

Abel, of course, is lying. These potions are his usual hand training works. They have been kept all the time. Only because of Lord Marshall's concerns, did he show them all.

If Lord Marshall wants to improve his life span, the current way is to become a Knight Commander, and then try to attack the Knight Commander.

That's why Abel wants him to use more potions, and the side effects of those potions are not in his consideration at all. As long as a bottle of "full rejuvenation potion", any side effects will disappear.