Abe the Wizard

The morning sun cast upon the side castle of Harry castle. Early in the morning, Abel had already finished his basic knight training and ate his breakfast. He lazily sat next to the tree in front of the front gate with a bottle of fruit juice in his hand. Meanwhile, little mount wolf Black Wind was laying on his leg.

Little mount wolf Black Wind’s relationship with Abel had grown closer and closer. As long as Abel was in the castle, Black Wind could lean against him, run around in a circle, and wiggling its tail to beg for Abel to pat it. If Black Wind had not grown so fast, it would look just like a big dog. However, it was now a lot bigger than a big dog.

In front of Abel stood the second inhabitants of the side castle of Harry castle, a young female elf. After multiple hand signal exchanges, Abel had confirmed her name. However, the name was way too long. It sounded like the ultimate tongue twister. Abel decided to call her only by the first two syllables, Loraine.

Abel not only did not make Loraine his female servant, but he also treated as a guest to the castle. He gave her one of the guest rooms in the side castle of Harry castle and appointed a female servant to help take care of her.

Moreover, Abel did not force Loraine to learn the human language. Instead, he was happy to learn the elf language from Loraine. It was Loraine herself who suggested to Abel that she wants to learn human language. Such a studious elf!

“Fruit juice!” Said Abel as he picked up another bottle of fruit juice and gave it to Loraine.

Loraine’s eyes were like sparkling gems. Her pupil was like a jet black, yet translucent ceramic. She no longer had that frightened look in her gaze. Instead, she was thankful for Abel. She was very satisfied with her current lifestyle, and she softly repeated after Abel, “fruit juice!”

Afterward, a string of mysterious yet majestic sound came out of the mouth of Lauren. Then, Abel tried to repeat after her. Both Abel and Loraine were very smart people. They could learn and remember the words they had said to each other in one take. Next time when they had encountered these words again, they could use it.

Abel had set fixed time every day for language learning, which was from after he had completed his knight’s training, to lunchtime. Abel had also designed a detailed learning plan, influenced by how he had learned English, first learning individual words, then grammar.

Abel took out a piece of sheepskin cardboard with the drawing of everyday objects, plants, and animals. Of course, every single drawing was extremely small, but they were very detailed. Abel had hired the best painter in Harvest city to draw this educational tool according to his will.

Abel pointed at a certain object on the board, and the individual word learning lesson with Loraine had begun. Other than then naughty Black Wind, no one in the castle had disturbed them.

Although learning a new language was a bit dry and dull, Abel was very pleased to have a beautiful elf lady to learn with him. Until now, Abel never really had any friends with similar age. Since he had adopted the body of a 13-year-old boy after he came to this world, Abel’s mindset had also gotten younger. He always wanted some friends that were of similar age with him, and with the presence of Loraine, this gap within Abel’s heart had been fulfilled.

These past few days, the Lord of Marshall noticed that Abel seemed to be deep in thoughts. Every time he had the chance during lunchtime, he would mutter to Abel, “Abel, you really had grown up!”

Abel couldn’t care less about the Lord of Marshall trying to mine his business. Both Abel and Loraine were still very young, especially since an elf’s childhood years often last for a very long time. Abel always just treated Loraine as a younger sister. Once he had the chance, he would let Loraine back home.

Abel fully understood what it feels like to live without a family and the pain of missing them. Abel had already decided to help Loraine the moment he saw her gaze in the auction stand.

During lunchtime, Abel brought Loraine along to have lunch with the Lord of Marshall. With an extra elf sitting behind the table, the atmosphere felt more like a family than if Abel was to have lunch with only the Lord of Marshall. Abel liked this atmosphere quite a lot, even the Lord of Marshall’s appetite had gotten better.

Loraine did not eat anything other than a few pieces of fruit and a cup of fruit juice for lunch. She did not show any interest in the meat and the wine. Abel began to worry about her nutrition, so he placed a large chunk of meat on to her plate and softly said: “Loraine, eat some more meat !”

Loraine was stunned by the piece of lean meat, and she did not know what to do with it. It was almost as big as her plate. Loraine put down her cutlery and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but since she had only started to learn the human language not long ago, she couldn’t find the correct words to express her feelings.

“Abel, don’t throw random food at her. Elves don’t eat meat,” said the Lord of Marshall. He found it very amusing to watch Abel interacting with Loraine.

“How can you grow if you don’t eat meat…” Abel muttered as he retrieved the meat from Loraine and placed it on to his own plate. Then, he took out a new plate and put it in front of Loraine.

“Loraine had learned very quickly, how’s it going learning the elf language, Abel.” Said the Lord of Marshall, he took a sip of the wine and stared at Abel.

“It’s going well, a few words are hard to pronounce, but once I grasp the formula, it should be easy,” Abel replied.

“It’s easy? That’s the most arrogant thing I had ever heard. The scholar of Harvest city might cough blood if they heard these words from you. The elf language was the most difficult language in the holy continent.” Said the Lord of Marshall as he pointed at Abel and laughed.

“That’s because they don’t have a good teacher.” Said Abel. Although Loraine couldn’t understand Abel, she sensed that Abel was complimenting her, so her smile began to grow even wider.

The lunch had ended in this heart-warming atmosphere. As the three was getting ready to leave, suddenly steward Lindsey had approached them in a slightly rushed manner.

“Master, young master, Ms. Loraine, Viscount Dickens is here for a visit and…..” steward Lindsey paused for a bit and proceeded to say, ” the two other people that arrived with him seem to have equal, if not higher status than him.”

The Lord of Marshall and Abel exchanged gaze. It was an odd timing for Viscount Dickens to visit Harry Castle. A few weeks ago, Harry Castle was attacked by the worgens of the Woolf family, but Viscount Dickens didn’t even send anyone here to help, so why did he suddenly decide to come for a visit?

But no matter what, Viscount Dickens had personally came here for a visit. Both the Lord of Marshall and Abel had to go outside and welcome him. Abel then turned to Loraine and said a few simple yet elegant words from the elf language. “You, your self, rest.”

Although Abel could not form a complete sentence with the elf language. Smart Loraine could understand what Abel had meant with these three words. She then replied with human language to Abel “ok,” and then she walked off towards the direction of her room.

“Welcome, the honorable Viscount Dickens! I am very sorry for the wait!” When the Lord of Marshall had arrived at the living room in the castle, Viscount Dickens and the other two guests had already sat down and began to chat with a cup of coffee in their hands.

Abel followed closely behind the Lord of Marshall. He bowed towards the three guests and asked them how they were doing.

“The Lord of Marshall, Master Abel, I hope I didn’t disturb you.” Said Viscount Dickens as he stood up and bowed back. He then introduced the two guests beside him to the Lord of Marshall and Abel. ” these two men are, head commander Lowell, and head commander Hopkin!”.

Suddenly Abel’s gaze tensed. These two men were head commanders. In order to know how significant this was, one had to understand that in a big city such as Harvest city, Viscount Dickens was the only head commander in charge. All of a sudden, there were three head commanders appearing in Harry Castle. This information had deeply shocked both the Lord of Marshall and Abel.

“The honorable head commander Lowell, The honorable head commander Hopkins, welcome to Harry Castle!” The Lord of Marshall replied immediately and quickly, followed by a bow.

“Haha, no need to be so polite. I am not Viscount Dickens. I am not used to it,” said head commander Lowell straightforwardly.

“What brought you three honorable superiors to Harry castle?” The Lord of Marshall said carefully.

“Hopkins and I want Dickens to bring us here to pay a visit to Master Abel. Also, we heard that your castle had driven off a bunch of wolf riders, so we just want to come here to take a look.” These words by head commander Lowell showed his respect for Abel as a Black Smith Master. At that point, the Lord of Marshall felt a big rock had lifted off his chest. These two head commander did not come here with bad intent.

“I also could not believe it. How could Harry Castle withstand so many elite wolf riders!” said head commander of Hopkins. His voice was a bit raspy when he was speaking. It sent a sturdy and serious tone.