Abe the Wizard

495 A Serious Talk

Wizard Morton replied, “There are two answers to that question. One, in Master Dunn’s case, if you’ve reached the end of your life with no chance of promotion, you’ll be sent back to the Holy Continent to educate the future generation. Other than that, the Wizard Union will also hire them to work as guardians of the Holy Continent.”

Despite how concerned he seemed when mentioning Wizard Dunn, Wizard Morton switched to a sarcastic tone, “Oh, by the way, some come back because they’re losers. It can go two ways. One, they refuse to defend humans by participating in the war. Two, they just didn’t do enough on the battlefield to be granted permission to leave the Holy Continent.”

Abel wasn’t sure if he heard everything right. So, despite what everyone else thought, the advanced wizards in the Holy Continent were actually losers who were shamed during their war services.

Wizard Morton continued to explain, “If they are in rank sixteen, and they’re still in the Holy Continent, they are pretty much losers. But, if they are in rank seventeen or eighteen, they are most likely guardians who are still doing their services.”

Abel was starting to understand what Wizard Morton was trying to imply, “So, when is the Wizard Union sending me to the battlefield?”

Wizard Morton shook his head, “Don’t rush things, my boy. Willy is still out there. Within the next few months that he’ll be fighting against the orcs, you won’t have to think about doing your services. We’re all part of the same lineage, and there only has to be one of us that’s doing the fighting.”

Before he continued, Wizard Morton paused and looked at Abel for a bit, “Besides, you’re not just a wizard. With your current title as a grandmaster blacksmith, no one in the St. Ellis Wizard Union will ask you to be on the front line. Okay, even if somebody does, it’ll have to be after Master Dunn has finished his training.”

“But I registered my wizard qualification at Liante City, Mentor,” Abel reminded.

Wizard Morton smiled, “But your tower is within the domain of the St. Ellis Wizard Union branch. It’d be up to us to decide where you’re going.”

To be fair, Abel didn’t mind going to the battlefield. He was actually interested in learning about orc magic. The other wizards might think that it’d “contaminate” their mana, but he did have the golden combat qi to help him with that.

As for leaving the Holy Continent, he was never quite interested in doing that. Maybe there was somewhere better for his wizard training, but where else could be better than his intermediate mana-gathering circle inside the Rogue’s Encampment? He had got an infinite supply of crystal cores there. With enough time, he’d be stronger than anyone who was training anywhere other than where he could go.

Wizard Morton suddenly changed the subject, “I guess it’d be a while before anyone finds out about this magic tower.”

“About that,” Abel said, then pointed at the ground beneath him, “Everything here is built on the ancient hanging fort. I got it from the dwarves. And after some camouflage work, it’d be very hard for anyone to find us in the middle of the sky.”

“I was talking about this tower, but okay,” Wizard Morton smiled, “So, the so-called “the perfect magic tower.” That’s what everyone else used to say when they referred to the Cliff Magic Tower. As much of a compliment that was, it was also an indication of how despicable the owner was.”

“The things he did to be able to build this for himself. They are filthy, cruel, and…. Well, I guess it’s for the better if it’s in your hands.”

“Do you want me to take you around my magic tower, Mentor?” Abel asked.

Wizard Morton shook his head, “No, I’ll skip that, thank you. Well, before that, where did you get all this stuff? I know you’re rich, but you shouldn’t be wasting points like this!”

Abel scratched his head for a bit, “Uh, well, um, I don’t know if it’s appropriate for me to say this, but I’m not the one to blame for the luxurious furniture. I was only asking the dwarves to help me with the construction work, but my elven friends started visiting and, uh…”

“So, uh, uh… They started competing against each other to see who had better materials. Then it became like this. I’m so sorry, Mentor!”

Wizard Morton didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just smiled and complimented Abel, “You have some really good friends then, Abel. Wow, you must’ve been really lucky that they didn’t fight at your place!”

Wizard Morton turned his back to Abel, “I’ll be heading back now. I’m sorry, but all this, it’s too lavish for an old man like me. I prefer not looking at all these precious items at once.”

“Yes, Mentor,” Abel quickly bowed in an apologetic way, “I’ve connected your waypoint to the large-sized teleportation circle. As long as they are open for access, You can use it to connect to anywhere in the Holy Continent.”

“That’ll be a lot of teleportation fees I can save up on, then,” Wizard Morton said jokingly.

“Before I leave,” Wizard Morton was about to activate the teleportation circle, “The hexagonal circle is strong, but it’s not going to stop wizards from using their instantaneous techniques on you.”

Abel smiled, “I know that, Mentor. I just need the circle to minimize damage from any invasion. If you’re talking about offensive tools, I have plenty of them.”

Wizard Morton decided to stop when he saw Abel’s confidence. He went back to his new tower, and the moment he went back, the first thing he did was to practice using his new tower spirit. He might’ve given up on becoming an advanced wizard a while ago, but he was very serious about becoming the security guard of his disciples’ family.

With that, Abel was alone in the sixteen-floor magic tower. After using a waypoint, he moved himself to the training room at the top floor of his own tower, a room that was entirely made of glowing stone.

“Flora, I want you to check on the outside,” Abel commanded his tower spirit.

“Yes, Master!” Flora replied. Soon, the walls, floor, and ceiling around Abel all became transparent. Abel could see the ground that was fifty meters below him. He was getting footage of multiple angles of the land that he lived on.

With the help of his very powerful tower spirit, Abel had Lady Carrie build this special training room for him. Not only was it meant to relax the wizards when they were inside, but the surveillance tools also helped him to check on the towers at any given time. During an invasion, it would be the ideal location to set up a counterattack strategy.

Still, as of now, Abel was just using it to enjoy the view around him. When he looked at the Harry Castle from afar, something about it made him feel at peace. It was something that he never quite felt before.