Abe the Wizard

Abel returned to his accommodation, and no one mentioned anything about his birthday. If he made his birthday public with his current status, he would have to throw a party according to the elf tradition.

He wasn’t worried about the cost, but he just didn’t have the energy to spend on those things.

He returned to his metal fort and arrived at the platform. He summed Flying Flame, Johnson, Jason, Frankenstein, and Black Wind. He even recalled White Cloud from the sky and Doff standing by the side to spend the day with him.

When the night came, he sensed a box being teleported his way through his power of the will.

There were only a handful of friends he had in the entire continent who could do something like this.

Abel connected with spirit jade and told a puppet to carry the box to him.

And reached his hand out to get the box, but he did not scan it with his power of the will. He wanted to be surprised like a normal person.

If the box was dangerous, his intuition would have sensed it already, especially in a peaceful place like this.

He held the box in his hand. He knew it was from Lorraine without even opening it. It was made with the special jade wood of the elves, and the surface was filled with delicate engravings. Only his friend in the elves, only Lorraine, would be dedicated to doing something like this.

He opened the box and saw a cake. It was not a well-made one. The person who made it went a little over on the temperature, and the sides were a little burnt.

But still, Abel laughed as a wave of warmth filled his body.

There were some human words written on the cake with cream. It was also looking very amateur, but Abel could see that Lorraine had put a lot of effort into it.

This method of turning milk into cream was something Abel taught Lorraine when they were chatting.

He did not expect Lorraine to remember it and even use it on his cake.

“Dear Abel, happy birthday!”

It was a simple birthday wish. Abel Abel felt his eyes tearing up. Even if he counted his age in his past life, it was nothing compared to the law-defying wizards of this world.

Therefore, Abel still had emotions, unlike other law-defying wizards who grew numb with time.

Abel wasn’t planning to change. Those emotions were what kept him living.

“Thank you Lorraine!” Abel mumbled.

He was always in retreat these days, and Lorraine’s training schedule in the temple had gotten even tighter due to the reawakening of the demon from beyond. It had been a month since Lorraine had come for a visit.

Abel poured a glass of water spirit fruit juice for himself and began to sing a birthday song from his past life by himself. He then cut a piece of cake and ate it with a big smile on his face.

When Abel was about to enter the dark world, another gift arrived. This time was a big one.

“Who is it this time?” Abel thought to himself.

The puppet then carried a metal box towards him.

“Bernie..” Abel couldn’t help but laughed when he saw the box.

He opened it and saw a piece of parchment with a portal wine jug.

Of course, Abel remembered that portal wine jug. It was Bernie’s favorite thing. There was nothing the dwarves loved more important than wine, and that jug was big enough to fit a lot of it for Bernie.

Since Bernie was not a wizard in the past, all the portal objects he used were special ones. But even for dwarves skilled in making portal objects, they would rarely waste their resources to make a wine jug.

Abel held up the portal wine jug and opened it. It was empty, not a single drop of wine.

He then picked up the parchment, and it read, ” Abel, Happy birthday! I’ve quit drinking so I’ll give this wine jug to you. I hope you can return a gift someday. I want a filled up wine jug!”

Abel couldn’t help but shake his head. Maybe Bernie was looking for Grandmaster Wine.

Abel had no idea what kind of pain Bernie was going through. Since his tribe knew Abel was also in the Central Continent, they didn’t let him bring any wine with him.

All he had was this jug, and it was painful trying to save up.

Although he took some red wine from Abel, they could only be side dishes for a dwarf. Only a grandmaster could satisfy them.

As his status grew as well, he tried all kinds of the so-called best wine of the continent, but they never even came close to grandmaster wine.

He didn’t want to interrupt Abel’s retreat, so he could just raise this request on his birthday.

Abel immediately scrapped his plan of going into the Dark World and teleported to the main building.

“Steward Myer, come here!” He yelled.

After a moment, steward Myer quickly stepped in.

“Yes master!” He bowed.

“Tell the Judson family to buy 500 barrels of the strongest wine and maintain that number in our dungeon!” Abel lowered his voice.

The Judson family was an elf family who served under Abel. They were all skilled businessmen, so buying wine was no problem.

Strong wine was not something elves could tolerate, so they were a rare find in the market.

Therefore, he could only import them through the Judsons.

“Yes master!” Steward Myer bowed.

“Also, tell my followers I will go into retreat. So they can take care of everything for me!”

Abel was not planning to expose Frankenstein before he mastered his energy.

But of course, he would not stop making potions for the wizard union. They were all done through the exchange system’s teleportation circle anyway, so he was safe.

“Yes, master!” Steward Myer bowed again.

“Finally, I want to buy a huge portal wine jug. You can use potions to exchange them!” Abel continued.

Steward Myer bowed one last time and stepped out to organize.

Abel returned to the metal fort and arrived at his alchemy room. He took out a red gem and began etching.

It was a fire potion-making skill he inherited from the Dark World. Through the power of the will, he could perfectly control the flame formed by the red gem.

Of course, at that moment, Abel was not trying to make a potion but a gift to Lorraine.

He took out many ingredients from his holy portal bag and began to make a cake. It almost seemed as if he was making a potion…

Perhaps he was the only one in the Central Continent who cooked like this. Especially when he was whisking the eggs, he even combined them through the Horadric Cube.

He was not expecting to succeed in one go, but he just wanted to make something for Lorraine with his heart.

With a mana gem as an oven, power of the will as a whisk, and alchemy bottles as utensils, he made a cake like a potion.

Finally, he succeeded in one go.

A romantic aroma filled the air. Every liquid combined through the Horadric Cube was special, which maximized the taste of this cake.

Like the rabbit essence, everything he made was special with the Horadric Cube, even without any research.

Since the rabbit essence, the master wine, and the Grandmaster wine were made for the dwarves and wizards, he did not think too much about how the Horadric cube could be applied to other food.

Finally, he quickly whisked up some cream with his powerful power of the will and directly fixed a pattern on the cake.

Abel looked at his work and sighed. He only saw people making a cake in his past life, but now he could do it in a breeze.

If someone in the Central Continent found out their best potion maker was using his powerful skills to make a cake, they would definitely go insane.

Lorraine just finished her class in the goddess temple. He had taken a day off to make a cake for Abel, so she could only finish her class at night.

“Sainte Majesty, Master Bennett sent you a gift!” Big Druid Lucia quickly stepped up with a box.

“Really? Let me see!” Lorraine said in excitement.

She happily held the box in her hand and quickly ran towards her room.

“Big Druid Lucia, tell my teacher I want to take a break. I want to start the class later in the day!” She took a few steps and remembered she still had class, so she quickly turned back to big druid Lucia and said.

“Ok majesty, I’ll help you ask for a half hour break!” Big Druid Lucia smiled.

Everyone in the temple loved Lorraine. One was because of her loveable easy-going personality. The second was because of her status. She was the most prestigious person in the temple, but she was a lot more down-to-earth with everyone since she had not officially undergone the Sainte ceremony.

Most importantly, Lorraine had master Bennett by her side. He was someone who could help big druids level up, so almost everyone wanted to get close to Lorraine.

On top of that, the amazing food being sent to the temple each day was irresistible.

Lorraine’s room was huge. It was divided into 3 floors.

The first floor was the lounge, study room, and training room. The second floor was another study room and the closet. The third floor was the bedroom and bathroom. Everything was extremely luxurious. Almost every decoration was a treasure.

Lorraine arrived at the lounge and told her servants to step down while she looked at her box.

She was not expecting Abel to return a gift so quickly, and she wondered what it was.

Under the care of Abel, there was nothing she couldn’t ask for. Even the beauty potions every female elf dreamt of, even the best food in the continent, even the most beautiful jewelry of all kinds.

“It’s a cake!” Lorraine gasped.

Although she had spent an afternoon making a cake she was happy with, she knew it was still a way off from the cakes Abel mentioned.

“Dear Lorraine:

I’ve finished your cake. It was the best cake I’ve ever had!”

Those words made Lorraine blush. One was because Abel had replied to her affection, and the second was because her cake was nothing compared to Abel’s cake.

However, she knew Abel was not lying. She sensed a warmth filled her heart. Everything was worth it.

“This is so tasty!” She took a small bite of the cake and mumbled.

She had decided to never make cake again. All she wanted was Abel’s cake.