Chapter 117: intend

"His Excellency, I'm telling the truth." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard was a little unbelieving, afraid that the adult wizard would blame the trainee Sam for his haste and then explained: "I just entered Yves four days ago. Lin Magic Tower. "
"You really only learned the 'Fireball' spell in just four days?" Abel said very well. The middle-aged wizard didn't think he would deceive himself, speaking with some surprise.
What seemed to come to mind, the middle-aged wizard asked, "You haven't met the Wizard of Evelyn, have you?"
Middle-aged wizards remember that in recent days, Wizards of Evelyn were not in the magic tower, but had been running around.
"Yes." Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard was no longer looking into his use of spells in the city, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The middle-aged wizard in front of him was putting too much pressure on him.
"You show me the 'fire bomb' again." The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel and said.
"His Excellency, here?" Abel looked around, but the middle-aged wizard had just told him that spells were not allowed in the city.
"Yes, it's here." Seeing Abel's doubts, the middle-aged wizard laughed and said, it doesn't matter if I'm here.
"Yes, sir." Abel secretly murmured in his heart that the middle-aged wizard had just troubled him for this matter, and now asked himself to violate the rules again.
As if feeling the spit in Abel's heart, the coercion of the middle-aged wizard reached Abel again and said, "Not yet!"
Abel was rushed with coercion, and he almost reached out his fingers subconsciously, and immediately scratched a 'fire bomb' spell pattern in front of him, and then the spell pattern burned and turned into a large tree with fireballs flying to the side.
In the sound of "Boom!", The big tree with dozens of years of age was hit by a fireball. The trunk of the big tree was hit by a fireball in a depression and started to burn.
After the 'fire bomb' was issued, Abel knew that he had made a mistake and should have chosen to fire it manually, but at this time the 'fire bomb' had already been fired.
The middle-aged wizard stared at Abel with a stunned look, and he could instantly fire a 'fire bomb' spell in four days, even if it was the most basic and lowest-level spell in the entire spell system, but this was also unlikely. His eyes were slow. Slowly present surprises. This kind of genius is a genius that has not yet been discovered. It should have been received in its own magic tower earlier. I did not expect that it would be difficult for me to get a magic tower. Once I came out, I would encounter such a good thing.
"Did you just say a spell?" The middle-aged wizard thought of a question and asked Abel with a puzzled look.
"Yes, sir." Abel thought for a moment and then said, "Because the spell uses High Elf, which I have learned, I just need to meditate in my heart."
When Abel saw that the middle-aged wizard had just used a spell to blast his fireball, he did not speak the spell, did not think that this ability was particularly powerful, and he could not expose the existence of the Heratik cube, so he explained that. .
The middle-aged wizard shook his head and looked at Abel sharply, saying, "Child, don't lie in front of me. I have never heard of human beings mastering the high-elves language."
Abel first thought it was a middle-aged wizard who had found something wrong in his words, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he asked about the high-elven words.
"His Excellency, I do have Master Elf." Abel said in Elf.
Although the middle-aged wizard didn't understand what Abel was saying, he was able to distinguish the words and phrases of the same language after being exposed to spells all the year round, 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." I didn't care much about all the middle-aged wizards who were not wizards, and didn't think about it for a while, then said, "My name is Morton. You will come to Morton Magic Tower tomorrow. Will be waiting for you there. "
Abel was shocked when he heard the name "Morton". Although not many people said the name, Abel saw respect and awe on the face of everyone who said the name. It is the most powerful wizard in the Principality of Camai, an intermediate wizard with a level of 11 and the highest one among the three magic towers is his.
All kinds of emotions such as joy, excitement, excitement began to flow in Abel's heart, but he remembered that he had now become a wizard apprentice of Sam apprentice in the Evelyn Magic Tower and left Evelyn Magic Is the tower suitable?
"Dear Morton Wizard, although I am longing for the Morton Magic Tower, I must first explain everything to the apprentice Sam, and only get his permission to go to your Magic Tower." Abel was hesitant Said quietly.
"Oh, of course, I'll talk about it at Evelyn. Just talk to the trainee Sam, and he will let you go." The wizard Morton didn't believe that the trainee Sam dare to stop anyone he invited.
"This is your residence?" The wizard Morton asked, noticing the surroundings.
"Honor Morton, yes, this is my temporary residence in Gamba." Abel replied.
"Yes, see if you live here, it means that your family's financial situation is good, which is very good for your shaman training." Shaman Morton said looking at the luxurious room.
"Sorry, I forgot to ask you to come in and sit down. Please come in and take a rest." Abel made a souvenir, but it was a little ridiculous to make the souvenir in an armor.
The Morton wizard who had thought that he was standing at the window would not come in. The big men in this capacity would not be invited, and Abel was just polite.
Who knew that the wizard of Morton was already standing inside the room, and looked at Abel with a smile and said, "It's a rare invitation that you are so sincere, so I'll come in and sit down."
Abel hurriedly led the way in front of the wizard of Morton to the parlour. The steward Ken appeared at exactly the same time and asked, "Master, what do you want?"
"Bring a bottle of red wine from my room and prepare some snacks." Abel turned to look at the wizard Morton and asked, "Do you think this works?"
"It doesn't matter, you decide." The wizard Morton looked at the room with interest.
This mansion was obtained from the royal family, and the interior and interior layouts are the highest. Whether it is a leather sofa sitting or oil painting on the wall, as small as a cup, each piece is not owned by ordinary nobles. .
The wizard of Morton couldn't help but think that this was to collect a particularly rich noble disciple, so that's fine, so that he would not have to run around for money in the future.
In a moment, Ken took a few servants and put on some snacks. Although they were not as elaborate as those prepared by the magic tower, they were thoughtful.
Ken opened the red wine, put it on the decanter, and looked at Abel and asked, "Master, is this wine to be drunk now or later?"
"Let's fall down, don't wake up." Before Abel spoke, Wizard Morton said directly to Ken.
Ken also saw that today's guests are very honorable. Although I don't know where the guests came from, Abel's attitude has explained everything, and he rarely sees the host to treat guests in this manner.
"Yes, sir." Ken poured red wine for the two, then bowed back.
"You have a good life. Why do you want to be a wizard?" The wizard asked Morton, holding up his glass.
"Because of life, Wizard Morton. Ever since I heard that wizards can live up to 300 years old, I have made up my mind to be a wizard." Abel would not say why it was to open the town to send the scroll, But life is indeed one of the important reasons why he chose to become a wizard.
"Haha, this is indeed the case. Many young people choose wizards because of this, but most of them are because of the requirements of their family members, and very few of you have started to worry about your life at a young age." Moore The shaman smiled with a sip of red wine.
"Huh?" The wizard Morton stopped his hand suddenly, sniffed the wine with his nose, and took another sip, slowly savoring it in his mouth.
Abel didn't say anything. The red wine the Morton Wizard drank was the wine he had synthesized once. Of course, this distinguished guest would entertain him with the best.
"Is this wine still there?" The wizard Morton asked, without any embarrassment, and asked directly.
"Of course, I still have a few bottles in my room. If you like, I'll send them in." Abel saw that the wizard of Morton had a special preference for red wine.