Abe the Wizard

After leaving Angstrom City, Abel stood in the training room on the 5th floor of Orwell Palace. He had not done a thing the entire morning. He only sat quietly, relaxing his body and mind.

According to Master Mara, he had the highest chance of leveling up to an elite alchemist at noon. It was even better if your body and mind were in top condition. This was the wisdom of countless elven alchemists.

By the time had arrived, Abel felt a twitch in his heart. The intermediate alchemy pattern in his brain began to glow. He quickly focused all of his power of the will on it.

His original intermediate alchemy pattern was already fulfilled. Under his power of the will, the glow began to intensify. Soon the intermediate alchemy pattern began to soften.

This was a crucial step when it came to transforming an intermediate alchemy pattern into an elite one. It was also the step where most alchemists fail.

Golden energy gathered around the intermediate alchemy pattern and solidified it again. Abel had to keep softening it through his power of the will. If he made a single mistake, the entire pattern would fall apart.

However, Abel’s power of the will was high. He had a full grasp over the softening process.

The intermediate alchemy pattern kept softening through time. At that moment, Abel realized why noon was the best time to level up. It was because the golden energy in the pattern was the most energetic at noon.

When the entire intermediate alchemy pattern turned into golden liquid form, Abel’s power of the will turned into a rune pen with golden rune ink.

He needed to quickly draw out the elite alchemy pattern with that golden liquid, or else he would lose the chance to level up.

Drawing an alchemy pattern was no big deal for a master in drawing rune cards and rune weapons like Abel. With the sight and data analyzing ability of the world stone, his power of the will could draw out the elite alchemy pattern without stopping or making a single mistake.

Abel passed all the challenging steps Master Mara had warned him without any problems. When his power of the will made the last stroke, the elite alchemy pattern began to glow in gold. Afterward, it solidified in his mind.

His power of the will increased to 280 points.

Success!

Abel was now an elite alchemist. He could finally live up to his master alchemist by honor title. In the past, this title felt more like a compliment. As an actual elite alchemist, he could finally be on the same level as the other Master Alchemist by honor.

The leveling up process did not feel long, but the sky was already getting dark when he left his training room.

“Master, Dinner is ready!” Steward Brewer appeared beside Abel and said gently.

Lately, Steward Brewer had taken full control as the manager of Orwell Palace. His management ability had unleashed the full potential of the palace. Although the sprinkling system was still not ready, the third goddess spring water had been at work on the Orwell Valley for days.

Although Steward Brewer told the chefs in the palace to tailor towards Abel’s preferences, Abel still missed the food in the Duchy of Carmel. He needed to organize Bartoli to teach the chefs how to cook.

“Brewer, come to my office!” Abel said.

Abel then opened a lambskin map on that large table in the center of the office. It was a map of the Orwell Valley with the terrain and passage clearly illuminated.

Abel did not draw out this map by imagination. He toured on Black Wind around the valley and told the commander spirit to analyze the terrain. This was the final result.

Although the commander spirit was known for its war tactics, it’s processing power and analysis were still far superior to any other spirits.

“Tomorrow, the dwarfs will teleport some resources here. You will be in charge of receiving it. Then organize the elves to okay them down according to the markings on this map!” Abel said as he handed the map to Steward Brewer.

Steward Brewer gave the map a detailed look and cleared up some detail with Abel. After he understood everything clearly, he bowed and left with the map.

Abel returned to his training room at night, ignited the barrier circle, and went to the Dark World through the portal door.

On the first floor of the Lut Gholein hotel. He began to make potions. The ‘qi increasing potion’, ‘body strengthening potion’, ‘bruise clearing potion’, ‘poison clearing potion’, ‘bone cleaning potion’, ‘windproof potion’, ‘hundred turn potion’, and ‘solidify blue potion’.

With the Horadric Cube, every potion would automatically become a blue potion if it was successful.

Since all of these were training potions for his wizards and knights, the blue rank was enough. It was already far greater than any similar potion.

The ‘solidify blue potion’ was the only high-rank potion out of the bunch. Its ingredients were the rarest and the most valuable. All the other ones were intermediate potions. Although their ingredients were not cheap as well, Abel had quite a lot of them.

His potion-making methods had changed. With the world stone, his accuracy and movement control had grown tremendously. He could mass produce these intermediate to high-rank potions with no problem.

Other alchemists would definitely fall into an existential crisis if they saw Abel’s potion method. The success rate for these intermediate to high-rank potions would be low even for a normal elite alchemist, but Abel was mass-producing it like it was nothing.

A few days had passed, Abel noticed the pipes were beginning to get installed throughout Orwell Valley. During his time in the Dark World, the elves had been working nonstop.

Bartoli would send him a message through the soul chain in The Duchy of Carmel from time to time. Since they were all bound by the magic contract, the entire duchy of Carmel was also in operation.

8 days had passed. Hundreds of elves had been hard at work under the command of Steward Brewer. Finally, all the pipes were installed through Orwell Valley.

The Orwell Spirit controlled the puppets to move the water pump, seamlessly transferring the third goddess spring water into the water box on the 4th floor of the palace. It then increased the water pressure and spread the water through to the sprinkler through the pipes.

Good news began to come from the elves throughout the Orwell Valley. The water sprinkler was successful.

The first batch of fruit was almost ready for harvest, so Abel was not desperate to leave.

The Orwell Valley looked even more beautiful with the flowers on those 3 types of fruit trees blooming. The elven gardeners even unleashed the bees to help them pollinate.

Even though the gardeners were a little confused by how fast the flowers on those trees had bloomed, none of them had questioned it since they were all bound by the magic contract. Instead, they continued their normal flow of work.

A flowery scent sifted throughout the Orwell Valley with bees dancing in mid-air. It was the true beauty of Orwell Valley. Even the gardeners didn’t know what they were looking at.

Days continued to pass. The flowers fell, and fruits began to emerge. It was like the whole process hard sped up.

The fruits on the great grew at immense speed, leaving a joyfully shocked look on the gardeners’ faces.

“Master, Grand Duke Edwina, and Duke Albert sent a teleportation request. Do you accept?” A robotic voice emerged on Abel’s identity card.

Abel had been in Orwell palace for 20 days.

“Accept!” Abel commanded the Orwell Spirit through his identity card.

Simultaneously, he also teleported to the large teleportation circle in the hall through the short distance teleportation circle in his room.

White light flashed. Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert appeared.

“Grand Duke Edwina, Duke Albert, welcome to Orwell Palace!” Abel stepped up with a bow.

“Abel, we are here to see how your experiment is going!” Grand Duke Edwina said with a smile.

Those fruit trees were the reason for her generosity. If Abel had succeeded, Angstrom City would have enough food. If possible, they might even be able to help other elves.