Abe the Wizard

Abel suddenly understood that Wizard Yveline was probably in the magic tower this time. That was why Sam spoke so quietly.

“Sam, are you saying bad words about me?” a voice came from their back, making Sam shake his hand.

“Teacher, how are you today!” Sam stood up from his chair and greeted him.

Abel stood up as well as Sam did. He was surprised because the man that Sam called him the teacher was pretty young.

Sam was in his forties. He became a trainee wizard twenty years ago. His teacher should be at least 60 years old. He should be, but…?

“You must be Abel,” the Yveline Wizard said as he touched his face, “I can see that you’re surprised. Wizards don’t just live longer, you see. Their appearance change when they’ve reached about 150 years of age. If you have become a wizard at 20 years old, like me, you can keep your face even when you’re 130 years old.”

That didn’t add up. If Wizard Yveline could be a formal wizard before he was thirty, why was he still a level-6 wizard during all this time?

It’s hard to find the right answer to that question. Whatever this man was saying, he must be hiding some secrets behind him. Abel should start worrying about himself, though. If he became a formal wizard soon, he would have to look like a child for a very, very long time.

“Sir, if a minor becomes a wizard, will he never grow up?”

“You’re so confident!” Wizard Yveline laughed, “Take it easy, boy. If the situation you described happens, your body would grow until it’s fully developed.”

Wizard Yveline knew what he thought. Abel was embarrassed and touched his head.

“Abel, I’m very regretful.” Wizard Yveline continued, “Morton just talked to me because he wants his own wizard apprentice. I didn’t know before, but you are a genius. If I knew earlier, I would’ve never let you go.”

“What about me, Sir?” Sam interrupted because he just had to.

“Shut your trap, Sam! You’re worthless compared to him! Worthless! Do you hear me?” Wizard Yveline’s face reddened as he shouted at Sam, then toned down a little as he noticed Abel’s reaction, “Abel is far stronger than you. He killed Wizard Black, a rank 7 dark wizard all by himself! If you can do the same, Sam, I will be just as proud of you as I am for Abel.”

“Don’t worry, sir!” Sam said jokingly, “I’ll kill any rank seven dark wizard when I become a formal wizard. If you tell me the names on your list, sir, I’ll get their heads for you soon enough.”

How far the gossip spreads, Abel thought. The murder he committed was in Caral City, but the news spread in just a few hours.

A level-7 dark wizard appeared in the four normally-peaceful duchies. That alone was already big news. But more shocking yet, he was killed by a rank two novice wizard. Such news was simply impossible to hide. In just several minutes, many of Wizard Yveline’s friends came and told him about it.

Wizard Yveline punched Sam in the head, then pointed towards Abel, “You see that boy? Do you see that? That’s goddamn genius right there! He’s your nephew, and your NEPHEW defeated a level-7 wizard today!”

Sam finally shut up. Instead of making any more smart remarks, he just looked at Abel with his mouth open. The more that he had thought about what Wizard Yveline was saying, the more he was stunned by how talented Abel as.

Wizard Yvaline gave a lighter smack at Sam, “Look at yourself, Sam? Do you look like a wizard? Talk to me, damn it! Are you a wizard?”

Abel explained in a soft voice, “Uh, to be fair, the dark wizard I killed didn’t know that that I’m also an immediate knight. He should’ve never got close to me, but he didn’t know better.”

“What! You’re an immediate knight?” Sam’s jaw dropped even further. He couldn’t believe how much of a genius Abel was.

“Would you stop being so humble, Abel?” Wizard Yveline sighed, “Either that, or you should start learning more about dark wizards. Even elite knights are a piece of cake for them. Yes, I am talking about close-range combat.”

Abel argued as he acted out what he did back then, “I also used some tricks, too. I told him who my teacher was, and I kicked him in the groins as he thought about whether he should attack me or not.”

Look at those thick leg muscles. As Abel showed how he destroyed Wizard Black’s balls, both Yveline Wizard and Sam closed their legs together. They felt sympathy for the pain that Wizard Black had suffered, and they also praised Abel for his quick-wittedness.

Level-7 dark wizards were different from those who do experiments at magic towers. They were all deadly assassins, which would make sure that their target was dead every time they attack. Yet, despite all that, Wizard Black was still defeated. Abel explained it as being lucky, but Wizard Yveline didn’t think so.

“Abel, you’re Sam’s nephew. That means we are family. Though you are not living here, Morton and I are close friends. We always welcome you to come over here.” Wizard Yveline took out a status card to Abel.

Abel looked at the status card in doubt, wondering if he could accept it. Sam laughed, “Just take it, Abel, this is a VIP guest card. You can get an extra one in the future if you want.”

Wizard Yveline laughed, “There are supposed to be two of these at each magic tower. Because of how small our tower is, we don’t get a lot of VIPs coming to visit us. Just take it. Since you are a part of our family, you can come and leave as you want.”

Abel took this card and thanked Wizard Yveline, “Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wizard Yveline.”

Wizard Yveline had his pwn plans. For him, Abel was a very profitable investment, and as long as he was alive, he could be a very significant figure on the Holy Continent. By handing Abel the VIP guest card now, the Yveline Magic Tower might be under his care in the future.

“I’ll let you two talk amongst yourselves now, ” Wizard Yveline stood up and laughed his way towards the stairs.

Sam and Abel stood up as well and saluted him until he came up the stair.

“It’s getting late, Uncle. I need to go back,” Abel said. It’s not like he didn’t want to bond with Uncle Sam here, but he also wanted to check some of the treasures in his Kong Kong spiritual beast bag.

“Sure. Your welcome to come over here if you’re free. Remember to use your VIP guest card,” Sam replied. As a wizard apprentice himself, he knew how precious time was.

Sam came with Abel to the door. Once Abel went out, he could see Finkle waiting for him.

“Why are you still here, Finkle?” Abel said

“Sir, I can’t leave without your order,” Fink replied with a somewhat smug look on his face.

Abel said as he waved his hands, “You can go to the 9th floor and study at the apprentice room, I won’t stay in the magic tower tonight.”

Come to think of it…maybe Finkle wasn’t the best candidate to become my wizard apprentice, Abel thought to himself.