Abe the Wizard

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel realized Grand Duke Edwina’s intentions. This large teleportation circle could make the teleportation between his teleportation circle in Harry Castle easier.

If he didn’t have this large teleportation circle, Abel would need to transit through many other teleportation circles every time he went back to the Duchy of Carmel, and his teleportation history would be marked down.

If he teleported too many times, people would grow suspicious of his identity.

Abel was very happy with this large teleportation circle. If he wanted to use this large teleportation circle very often, he would need to change all the gems in the operation room into top-level gems.

This wasn’t a problem to Abel at all. His top-level gems couldn’t be given out, so there wasn’t a problem no matter how many he used personally.

They walked out of the room in the middle and came towards the stone door of the far-right “Master Bennett, the room on the far right is a little special!’

Abel opened the door with his identity card. As soon as he stepped in, he noticed it was a huge room through the illumination circle above. However, this room was filled with a strong dimensional energy wave.

“Is this a dimensional storage room?” Abel couldn’t help but ask. He was reminded of a legend among wizards.

“You’ve heard about dimensional storage rooms? Yes, this room really is a dimensional storage room. We set up some magic circles that could keep the fruits fresh. Only the elves have this technology in the Holy Continent!” Steward Derek was a little shocked that Abel had heard of the dimensional storage room. Their technique was top secret, and this magic circle was only known within a small minority of elves.

Abel understood this was probably the place where the elves store their fruit. Of course, what other race would waste time researching how to preserve fruit other than the elves.

He looked around the room. The space was eerily big. It was almost 10,000 meters square meters and 4000 meters tall. The amount of fruit it could store was scary.

There was a short distance teleportation circle in this dimensional storage room. It seemed like it was for transferring the fruits outside.

2 iron wooden dolls stood still on each side. Those puppets were only 2 meters tall, and it didn’t look as powerful as the dwarfs’ ones, but they were a lot more refined.

The dwarf puppet looked like killing machines, and these iron wooden ones looked like pieces of art.

“Master Bennett, these puppets are responsible for taking care of the fruits there that were teleported from the outside. Their smaller bodies only needed one intermediate gem with each day of work.” Steward Derek said with a smile when he noticed that Abel was looking at the puppets.

Afterward, they came back up from the basement. Steward Derek said goodbye to Abel. As the steward of the Grand Ducal Palace, he could not be away for too long. He would need to go back as soon as he completed his task.

Abel organized a carriage to send Steward Derek off. At that moment, the leader of the black-armored elven warriors of death, Loka, appeared in front of him.

“Master!” He bowed and said.

“Loka, these are magic contracts. You and your men have to sign it. Everyone responsible for taking care of the fruits here has to sign it!” Abel lowered his voice.

They were not in human territory. Due to the use of the 3rd goddess spring water, the only way to guarantee the operation of Orwell Palace was through magic contracts.

“Yes, Master!” Loka did not reject the magic contract. He would never reject any request of his master.

As Abel began to tour around Orwell Palace again, the magic contract was signed by all the other elves under the command of Loka.

This palace was very big. There were more than 100 rooms, more than 1000 elves could live here. It was even bigger than his palace in the Duchy of Carmel. Since it was built alongside a mountain, the palace had 5 stories, which was rare to see.

The more Abel tour around, the more he felt like he was wasting the potential of this place. He was right. He didn’t have that many elves to live here with him.

Although this place was famous, normal elves were forbidden. It was especially now that it had become Abel’s domain; no other elves could enter without his permission.

This place was not small, either. Other than the 200 elves taking care of the fruit trees and the servants of the palace, there were no other citizens.

They said they had given him a domain, but it was more like a secret base.

“Master, here is the magic contract. All 31 elven warriors, 200 elven farmers, and 50 servants have signed it!” Loka handed the sheets of the magic contract back to Abel.

Abel gave them a quick scan and put them away; he then looked at Loka and said, “From now on, I want the Orwell valley to be fully locked up. No elf can enter without my permission!”

“Yes, Master!” Loka bowed and said.

“I’ll let my Steward Brewer be in charge of managing those servants and farmers. He will be arriving on a carriage shortly. You can settle things with him!” Abel added.

Originally, everything in this place, including the servants and the farmers were managed by Loka, but Abel saw the potential in those elven warriors of death. He didn’t want the Loka to waste his energy on managing.

“Yes, master!” Loka bowed again.

Abel waved his hand to send Loka off and arrived at his master bedroom on the 5th floor.

The 5th floor was a series of rooms made specifically for the owner of Orwell palace. All the facilities were fully equipped.

In the bedroom, the walls were made with large prices of rarely seen crystals, merging the room with the sea of trees outside.

This room had the best view of the entire palace.

There was also a training room. Druid training rooms were different from human wizards’ rooms. Those training facilities were not that useful to Abel, but most of the time, he would do his training in the Dark World anyway. He only had a mana gathering circle for appearance’s sake.

There was also a guest room, which had truly reflected the luxury of the royal elves’ lifestyle. Every single piece was of extremely high value. All paintings on the walls were works of famous painters.

Even the teacups were made with condensed silver. The price of condensed silver was a few hundred times more than pure silver.

Abel stepped into the study room. He was stunned by the shelves. All 4 walls of the room were equipped with bookshelves made with those highly valued anticorrosive wood from top to bottom.

There were those special leaf books from the elves on the bookshelves–from economics, culture, history, military, art, and many more. They seemed like these were the personal collection of Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert.

Only the royals would have such a vast variety of books. Normally, nobles only inherited one specific type of knowledge. They would not go too deep into other branches.

In the center of the study room was a vintage table. There was a pen holder on that table. Abel randomly picked up a pen. To his surprise, it was actually a rune pen, and the ink in the crystal glass was rune ink.

Although this stuff didn’t mean much to him, this place had treated rune pens and rune ink as everyday objects. Even Abel had never been this lavish.

There was also a huge balcony divided into 2 parts. One was a mid-air garden with all kinds of strange flowers blooming under the warmth of Orwell Valley. A little road sifted through the garden. As Abel walked along, he discovered something new with every turn. The other was the resting area with an elven style pavilion. Inside, there were tables and chairs. It was the perfect place to relax.

Each room was equipped with a short distance teleportation circle, so the user could teleport anywhere they wanted.

“Master, Steward Brewer is here!” the Orwell Spirit’s robotic voice resounded.

Abel took out a new magic contract from his portal bracelet. This place was an important area for the harvesting of fruits. Both Grand Duke Edwina and Abel didn’t want this news to leak out.