Abe the Wizard

“But I hope everything I do is for the good!” Abel retracted his gaze from the 12 skyships and mumbled.

He then put the confused Doff the Beamon back in the Monster ring and returned to the Rogue Encampment from his metal fort.

When he was about to teleport to the Pandemonium Fortress, he suddenly sensed something strange.

It was a familiar scent from the oak tree, an especially friendly one.

“What happened?” Abel thought to himself as he flashed from the spot.

As he approached the oak tree, he saw 15 little flying creatures in the sky, to his surprise.

He was in the Dark World. Besides the blue howling rabbits he brought in, almost everything else was hell creatures.

He stopped under the oak tree and took a closer look. Those little creatures were like mini elves with transparent butterfly wings on their backs.

Those mini-flying elves flew towards Abel as soon as they saw him. It was at that moment he realized that friendly energy originated from them.

Abel accepted them. He knew those little things meant no harm.

Their souls were pure as crystal, and the joy they felt when they saw Abel was directly reflected.

“Hey hey hey!” Those little guys danced around Abel and made some strange noises, yet it was soothing. They were just like newborn children.

Abel scanned them with his power of the will and immediately knew their connection with the oak tree. Even the clothes they were wearing were made out of the Oak Tree’s leaves.

At that moment, Abel also realized there were 15 cracked fruits on the ground. Maybe the fruits the Oak tree was nourishing these years were finally mature.

“Little guys, where did you come from?” Abel asked gently.

Maybe they were still new to this world, so the only sound they could make was “hey.”

Suddenly, another fruit dropped from the oak tree and rolled around on the ground. Afterward, it cracked, and a fully naked little guy climbed out.

Wings spread from his back, and he flew up instinctively.

Abel quietly watched from the side. Giving birth like this was too magical. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe it.

The little guy blew at a leaf, and it immediately fell off and wrapped around his body like a mini armor.

With the clothes on, the little guy looked around and noticed Abel. Soon, he joined the other 15 fellows and danced around Abel as well.

Abel was very curious about the oak tree, so he placed his hand on it and ignited the soul speaker ability.

“My children, elite elves!” Ever since the Oak tree inherited the knowledge from the elves’ tree of life, it has grown quite a bit. At least it could now use simple words.

When Abel heard the word elite elves, he immediately turned back to those unnoticeable little guys. Those things were elite elves?

He always thought the elite elves were a powerful and arrogant species that ruled the world with an iron fist. As far as he knew from the historical documents, the elite elves lived a life of spoiled luxury, which caused many races to allied against them.

In the end, the elite elves vanished from the world without a trace, but their existence was certain, and the wizard union could confirm that.

Those little guys in front of Abel that couldn’t even talk were elite elves?

Could the tree of life give birth to elite elves?

The elves were the offsprings of elite elves.

Could this be true?

After all, there weren’t many documents about the origin of elite elves due to how long ago it was, not even the elves.

But if the tree of life really did give birth to elite elves, then it could explain why the tree of life had an equal statue with the goddess of the moon.

Since his oak tree had inherited knowledge from the tree of life, did that mean it would repeat its procreation process?

Abel looked towards the oak tree. There were still many fruits. Maybe they were the first group of life native to the Dark World.

The blue howling rabbits didn’t count because they weren’t intelligent, and they were brought in by Abel.

Unlike the tree of life in the Central Continent, Abel’s soul was infused with the Oak tree. It was closer than any contract.

Therefore, those elite elves were his relatives. It was a strange joyous feeling to have 16 new relatives all of a sudden.

First thing first, what did elite elves eat? Unlike the Central Continent, there weren’t a wealthy amount of crops in the Dark World.

Abel took out some bread he made, some water, milk, beef, and some diced-up fruits from his holy portal bag and threw them on a plate.

When the 16 elite elves smelled the food, they flew towards it. However, after half a day of flying around, they only settled on a water spirit fruit that Abel was planning to make juice out of.

The elite elves were not like elves. Their hands were even tinier. Although the water spirit fruit was not big, it was huge to them.

Unless Abel cut it into pieces, there was no way those elite elves could eat them.

Just when he was about to help, an elite elf waved his hand, and fierce energy shot out from his little hand. A small piece of water spirit fruit was cut out.

Although it was only a little cut, these elite elves did not cast any spell or any spell pattern.

Abel could clearly sense the ice element from the energy of that cut, almost like a crystal knife was formed out of thin air and vanished.

This elite elf needed to have exact control over ice elements to do something like that. If it was too strong, it would freeze the fruit, but if it was too weak, it might not be able to penetrate it.

“That’s a true natural spell caster!” Abel mumbled.

And from this, he finally knew what elite elves ate.

The water spirit fruit was the only fruit with natural energy, which was why the elves loved them so much.

“Seems like I need to become a babysitter from now on!” Abel shook his head and mumbled helplessly.

The 16 elite elves happily danced around the water spirit fruit and kept cutting it with their little hands, then started eating.

Their appetite wasn’t big, so a single water spirit fruit was enough for all 16 of them.

However, when Abel looked towards the vast amounts of fruits on the Oak tree, he knew he had to plant a water spirit fruit tree here to satisfy all of them.

There was a huge time difference between the Dark World and the Central Continent. He might not come back for many days once he left, so those elite elves might run out of food.

He didn’t want the Oak Tree’s children to die, and it would even be a huge joke if those legendary elite elves were starved to death.

If the Dark World were normal, Abel wouldn’t have to worry a thing about this. All fruit trees near a tree of life would turn into spirit fruit trees, and they would automatically become the food for those elite elves, but in the Dark World, only a strong being like the Oak Tree could luckily survive among hell’s energy.

Abel no longer had the desire to visit the Pandemonium fort. As he saw the 16 satisfied elites fly back up the oak tree and each found a leaf to sleep on, he directly returned to his place in the potion maker camp from the Rogue Encampment.

“Steward Myer, call Joseph, Gunter, and Poly. I need them to bring me some harvestable water spirit fruit trees immediately. I don’t care how, use potions or mana gems, I just want them now!” Abel found steward Myer and said.

“Yes master!” Steward did not ask the reason or complained it was already nighttime. Instead, he just bowed and agreed.

Abel sat in the master room, desperately drinking a glass of juice. He didn’t know, but many elves began to hurry at work upon his request.

How valuable was a harvestable water spirit fruit tree?

Any elf would tell you that you couldn’t put a price on it. They were basically money trees.

However, it was still worth it in exchange for mana potions, light healing potions, and a good impression from Master Bennett.

After all, a fruit tree could be cultivated, but master Bennett’s potions and relationship were truly priceless.

Ever since Abel became a dragon druid, he had almost exclusively interacted with top-level professions. Even Queen Luisa rarely got the chance to interact with him, let alone normal elves.

When Abel sent his 3 followers to different families overnight to demand water spirit fruit trees, almost all of them began to work.

Abel did not mention a number, so his 3 followers just gathered as much as possible.

In just 2 hours, 200 harvestable water spirit fruit trees were brought to him. Their roots were all surrounded by special materials to protect their most vulnerable parts.

“Joseph, Gunter, Poly, good job. In the following days, help me buy some fruit trees with natural energy. Preferably with different harvestable times!” Abel smiled as he saw his 3 followers returned.

He knew digging up 200 water spirit fruit trees in the middle of the night was not easy. Just the digging process alone would take an hour, let alone the whole exchange and delivery process, so you could imagine how much manpower it took.

“Master Bennett, it is our honour to serve you!” The 3 followers bowed.

Druid Poly did not mention that she was in retreat, but she knew Abel must have a special reason to be this desperate.

Ever since the 3 of them became Abel’s followers, they all received an unbelievable amount of resources and status. However, Abel rarely requested them to do anything, so they had to do their best every time they did.

“Off you go now, I need to go into retreat tonight!” Abel waved his hand to let his 3 followers off.

He calculated for a moment. Although he only left a few water spirit fruits with the oak tree, Water spirit fruits could not last long, and he wasn’t sure how much were the elite elves eating, so it was best to check up on them as soon as possible.

He put the 200 harvestable water spirit fruit trees in his holy portal bag. Blocking out time wouldn’t affect plants too much, but he still hurried back to his metal fort and arrived at Rogue Encampment.

He flashed towards the Oak tree. By that point, there were already 2 more newborn elite elves.

But there was still one whole water spirit fruit left on the ground. Abel let out a breath of relief. At least those little guys were not starving.

He then took out 200 little war puppets from his holy portal bag. Under the command of the commander spirit, they started digging around the oak tree.

How could anyone have guessed those powerful war puppets who wiped out troops of orcs ended up as farmers?