Abe the Wizard

Chapter 13 Morning Talk

"I'm truly sorry for bringing someone of such status to this noble gathering. You may handle the matter as you wish," Lord Walk apologized to Sir Marshall with a grand gesture, a noble gesture of publicly acknowledging his mistake.

Sir Marshall returned the gesture and called out to the guards outside, "Guards, take him away and send him to the magistrate in Bangang City tomorrow."

"No, you can't do this!" the wailing woman was dragged away by Lord Walk, who had a dark expression on his face, and left the castle before the end of the ball.

In a corner of the hall, the steward Linse stood in the shadows like an invisible person. He had witnessed the entire conflict and seemed to have noticed something, as curiosity shone in his eyes.

The farce only added to the nobles' gossip, and no one cared about the unlucky fellow who had offended a landed knight, especially since he was not a noble himself.

After the ball, when the remaining guests had been settled into their rooms, Steward Linse found Sir Marshall, who was polishing his armor.

"What? Abel is a level four squire? Are you sure?" Sir Marshall dropped his beloved armor to the ground, making a loud noise, but it did not muffle his astonishment.

"Yes, even though I am just a level 5 warrior, the aura Abel displayed at that moment was the true aura of a level four squire. I wouldn't be mistaken about this," Steward Linse affirmed with a heavy nod and a tone of certainty.

"Haha, this will make things difficult for Sessi. It seems he had no idea his son would be such a genius. If he knew, how could he have entrusted such a talent to me?" Sir Marshall laughed wildly and exclaimed.

"I heard that Bennett Knight's eldest son Zack is only 18 years old and is also just a level four squire," Steward Linse reminded Sir Marshall in a low voice.

"That's right. Abel is a good kid. He was afraid that his training speed would affect his older brother and cause him to lose confidence in his own training, so he concealed his true strength," Sir Marshall said, moved by Abel's actions, thinking he had found the reason.

"Write a letter to the old folks in Bangang City, informing them of this news, and request them to provide a set of Scarlet Sun armor. When I left, they only gave me a replica," he said, looking at the once beloved armor on the ground. Then he continued, "I've brought a super genius to the family, and the family must make a gesture. Those old folks need to shed some blood."

"Very well, master." Steward Linse did not pay attention to Sir Marshall's tone. Sir Marshall's enthusiasm for the Scarlet Sun armor was as intense as his love for his deceased wife.

The Scarlet Sun armor was the standard armor of the Scarlet Sun Legion of the ancient Haori Empire. When sunlight shone on the armor, it emitted a blood-red glow. Its powerful protective ability attracted all knights, but the unique effect of emitting a blood-red glow made the nobles particularly eager for it. Unfortunately, after the fall of the Haori Empire, most of the Scarlet Sun armor disappeared, and the few remaining pieces were collected by various nobles and rarely seen in the market.

The next morning, after getting ready with the help of a maid, Abel went to the dining room, where Sir Marshall was already waiting for him. Sensing his rudeness, Abel bowed to Sir Marshall and said, "I apologize for keeping you waiting."

"It's all right. How did you rest last night?" Sir Marshall asked casually.

"Very well, very comfortable."

"Don't stand, sit down first," Sir Marshall gestured for Abel to sit.

After the prayer, the servants began serving breakfast. The sumptuous breakfast surprised Abel, with eggs, sausages, bacon, and green vegetables, which were a pleasant surprise in the cold winter.

Seeing Abel's surprise, Sir Marshall explained with a smile, "This is the work of the druids. They use secret techniques to produce these vegetables, and the price matches their quality."

The existence of druids in this world intrigued Abel, and he asked, "Apart from druids, are there any other spellcasters?"

"Spellcasters!" The mention of spellcasters brought to Abel's mind the image of the town teleportation scroll being destroyed. Was it because he was not a spellcaster that he couldn't use magical scrolls?

Abel felt a surge of interest in this topic and decided to find an opportunity to learn more about spellcasters.

After breakfast, Sir Marshall led Abel to the study, poured a cup of coffee for Abel, and waited for him to take a sip before saying, "Abel, you are now part of the Harry family."

Pausing for a moment, Sir Marshall organized his words and continued, "There are some things I need to be straightforward about. Last night, you displayed the aura of a level four squire."

Abel was surprised to learn that his true level had been discovered just from using the power of a level four squire once.

"Don't worry. I know you didn't reveal your true level because of concern for Zack," Sir Marshall said, putting a hand on Abel's shoulder.

Abel did not correct Sir Marshall's misunderstanding. This kind of misunderstanding was more perfect than his explanation.

"I don't know how you suppressed your strength, but I want to say that this kind of suppression is not a good method. A knight's strength is fierce and violent. By suppressing it, you deprive it of its original nature," Sir Marshall explained.

Upon hearing Sir Marshall's explanation, Abel realized that this was a difference in understanding of strength between the two worlds. The control of strength through Tai Chi he had learned on Earth, which emphasized a gentle and restrained approach, was not compatible with the understanding of strength in this world, where the emphasis was on ferocity and aggression. In this world, survival meant killing the enemy, and that was the essence of strength here.

"I should then learn to master this power," Abel asked directly.

"I have a solution for this problem. I went through the same thing myself," Sir Marshall replied.

Sir Marshall took out a long sword from the desk and said, "Look at this sword. As the most important weapon for a knight, how much do you understand about this sword?"

Abel took the sword, felt it, and observed it carefully before returning it to Sir Marshall, saying, "This sword is approximately 1.5 meters long and weighs around 20 pounds."

Sir Marshall waved the sword in the air and said, "This is the standard knight's longsword, forged from iron a hundred times, measuring 1.58 meters and weighing 21.2 pounds. Do you know why I'm so familiar with it?"

"This is your sword," Abel said softly.

Although his voice was quiet, Sir Marshall heard it clearly. Seeing Abel's somewhat defiant look, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you know the exact length and weight of your own sword?"

Abel was a bit speechless and felt awkward, touching his nose.

"As long as you study at the blacksmith shop for a year, you will gain this ability, surpassing the average trainee in weapon mastery. Furthermore, forging will enable you to fully unleash your strength, allowing you to control your aggressive power," Sir Marshall explained.

"Alright, you've convinced me. Where should I go to learn forging?" Abel asked.

Sir Marshall asked smugly, "Do you know why I am so rich?"

Abel had always been puzzled about this and had wanted to find an opportunity to ask.

Shrugging, he shook his head. This question had also been buried in his heart, and he had wanted to ask.

"That's because there is an iron mine in my territory," Sir Marshall said proudly. "Shortly after obtaining this territory, I discovered the iron mine. It's because of this iron mine that I was able to build the castle according to Emma's vision."

Speaking of his wife Emma, Sir Marshall's expression turned somewhat sad. He sighed and said, "Emma designed the castle when she was alive. Some of my savings combined with Emma's were not enough, but we still started building the castle. When we were almost out of gold, we discovered the iron mine, which allowed us to realize our dream."