Chapter 478

"I will arrange the defense array and transmission array for the castles of the two families, so that if the castle is attacked in the future, the family will have enough time to leave through the transmission array, or there will be external rescue forces to transmit!" Abel introduced his ideas to the two.

"Thank you for thinking so much about the family. It should be very resource consuming. You can't delay your cultivation speed for the family!" Said Knight Bennet, worried.

"Father, please don't worry. When my magic tower is built, I will stop worrying about worldly affairs and concentrate on cultivation. If I don't arrange my family properly, I can't practice at ease!" Abel said with a smile.

As a general wizard, how could he directly control a territory like him? He would have been asked by the wizard guild to set up an heir, and then he would be far away from the secular world.

But Abel is different. First of all, he is too young to leave the whole territory without an heir. Second, his identity as a blacksmith makes the sorcerer guild not want to care about him.

Worldly resources are of little use to wizards. They only delay the cultivation of wizards. Maybe gold coins will have some effect on wizards when they are junior. But when they are middle level wizards, gold coins have almost no effect. There is no place to use them except for some transmission arrays that need gold coins.

The cultivation resources needed by witches are all converted into points. The reserves of witches in the secular world are occupied by the witches guild. Unless like the magic stone mine discovered by Abel in Lila Valley, the undiscovered resources are useful, but they are rare.

Therefore, witches seldom master the secular world in person, and indirectly influence the secular world through the secular worship of witches. The power of witches is too strong to break the rules. The witches guild is the organization that controls the behavior of witches.

"Abel, I understand that witches are like gods above. Maybe it's not because our two families are here that you even the count won't accept the grant!" Exclaimed Lord Marshall.

Think about the life span of a wizard. When most wizards become formal wizards, there are not many relatives around them. With the wizard having to practice in the magic tower for a long time, the close relatives will die one by one, and their relationship with the family will become more and more weak.

"Harry castle and Bennet castle are my home, and now the land near my home is my fiefdom. I hope you can manage this fiefdom more for me, because in the end, I will entrust this fiefdom to you."

When Abel was in his study discussing the development of his family with his two elders, he received the news from Bartoli's soul chain. The dwarves' construction team came to harvest city.

Abel stood up and bowed. "Father, uncle Marshall, I'm going back to harvest city. This time I invited dwarves to build some buildings for me. They have arrived. I'm going to meet them. I'll leave first!"

When Abel came out of his study, he saw his mother, Nala, directing the servants to prepare lunch. He hurried forward and said, "mother, I have to leave in advance!"

"Abel, you have just come back. You have to leave without even eating!" Nala didn't expect that Abel would leave soon after she had just returned home, and her tears would come out again for a while, she said heartily.

"I'll stay at Harry castle for a while and come back to see you as soon as I have time!" Abel said in a low voice.

"Let Abel go, his business is important!" The knight Bennet came out of his study at the same time, and said in a deep voice.

"Go on, remember to come back!" Nala helplessly patted Abel's arm and said.

"I'm gone!" Abel said again with a bow.

"Black wind!" At the door of the hall, Abe shouted.

A black shadow appeared in front of Abel like lightning. Abel jumped on the back of the black wind. The black wind suddenly accelerated, and then turned into a black lightning that never closed the castle gate and rushed out, soon disappeared.

In the other courtyard of harvest City, Abel saw the dwarfs who came to help him build this time. The leader was a young dwarf in leather armor. Although he also had a big beard, the green and astringent face could not be stopped.

"Master Abel, I'm Isaiah. Gough, please call me Isaiah. The ten dwarfs I brought here are all the sons of Gough family. Don't worry about safety!" Isaiah, a young dwarf, almost looked at Abel with a kind of worship and introduced himself.

It seems that this is one of his admirers. Abel also bowed back and said, "Isaiah, this time is too much trouble for you. Come to me and don't say anything else. Master wine management is enough!"

Hearing Abel's promise, both Isaiah and the ten dwarfs behind him laughed. Isaiah said, "I've heard that your temperament is very similar to that of our dwarves, master Abel. Today it's true!"

"Master, lunch is ready!" Bartoli came in and bowed.

"Let's have lunch before we go to Harry castle!" Abel smiled and invited Isaiah and the ten dwarves behind him.

"Then we are welcome. Please first!" Isaiah sidled with Abel to the restaurant.

Before entering the restaurant, an attractive aroma came to Isaiah, which made Isaiah salivate. He sighed: "listen to master Bernie saying that your food is the best in the world. I thought that master Bernie said it was exaggerated, but now it seems to be true. You don't have to eat it. The taste alone is irresistible!"In the middle of the dining table is the host's seat, which is Abel's position. No one will grab it. The first seat on the right is the most noble position on this table. Isaiah is about to go to sit. Suddenly, a figure appears in that seat in a flash of white light.

"Master Abel, I'm sorry I'm late, but it's not too late for lunch!" A white bearded dwarf in a robe stood in front of his seat and bowed to Abel.

Isaiah was about to question who had robbed him of his place, but when he saw the dwarf's appearance, his anger disappeared immediately, and he bowed down to salute: "Lord Cyril, you are here!"

"How can you start if I don't come?" Cyril the dwarf glanced at Isaiah and said.

Isaiah quickly said, "master Abel, this is the Cyrillic of our family, the senior Wizard of our family!"

"The wizard of Cyril, it's hard for you!" Abel knew that it was for him to send the base of the hanging fortress, and he quickly bowed himself to salute him.

"It's not hard, but Bernie and I have agreed that I will leave after ten days of eating with you!" Cyril's senior wizard was very straight minded, and he made a direct request for this trip.

"Don't worry, I will let the housekeeper prepare the best dishes for you!" Abel said with a smile.

Two chefs were left at the villa in leant city. Several Wizards of the Gough family had passed by. However, the senior Wizard of Cyril wanted more dishes from Abel.

Because the senior Wizard of Cyril believed that the dishes that Abel prepared for himself would be the best. Besides, it was the chance that Bernie got for the younger generation. It's hard to say that he was a senior wizard to seize the opportunity of the younger generation.

"Please sit down!" Abel made a gesture of invitation.

Isaiah and ten dwarfs, who were very excited at the beginning, were sitting down very honestly and carefully. Two servants carried a bucket of master wine, turned the tap into the bottom of the bucket, took a glass and began to pick up the wine.

The senior Wizard of Cyril sniffed a little and said with a bright look in his eyes, "take the wine. They have to work in the afternoon. How can they drink so much wine?"

The servant looked at Abel, and Abel could only nod his head. The servant carefully brought the glass in his hand to the senior Wizard of Cyril. The senior Wizard of Cyril took the glass, poured the master wine into the mouth, narrowed his eyes, felt it, and laughed and said, "put the barrel of wine beside me, I don't need to pour the wine myself!"

Soon the servant carried the cask to the table of the senior Wizard of Cyril. The senior Wizard of Cyril looked at the cask with satisfaction. In contrast, Saiya's faces were crying.

But fortunately, the taste of the dishes made the race sub dwarf very satisfied. Bartoli prepared a large amount of dishes, and soon all the dwarfs who were not tall ate them.

The senior Wizard of Cyril only has rare swearing when he eats dishes. He will slowly aftertaste every mouthful. He doesn't eat many dishes, but it is estimated that he gets the most rewards here.