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“Tell them to come in groups, no more than 5 each time. Don’t give me too much trouble!” Abel rolled his eyes at Bernie. He could clearly discuss this personally; there was no need to bring it up here.

It was understandable why Bernie did what he did. Wizards were the main force of a race, so an opportunity like this couldn’t be missed.

“Cough cough!”

Wizard Lorenzo’s face began to get red. He was not used to begging people, but he still needed to ask “Grandmaster Abel, my appetite has been quite bad lately, do you think I can…”

Anyone could have guessed he just wanted to eat at Abel’s place. The other 3 Elite Wizard had not interacted with Abel much, and the 2 Elite Wizards from the Kingdom of St Ellis had just resolved their tension with Abel, so they didn’t dare to raise this request.

“Wizard Lorenzo, if your appetite hasn’t been good, come eat with me!” Said Abel helplessly.

All the food was cooked by the chefs, and all the ingredients were provided by the dwarfs anyway.

“I have a few hopeless disciples who have been stuck at a bottleneck. Grandmaster Abel do you think they can come here to eat as well?” The face of Wizard Lorenzo got redder with each word, but he still had to ask.

By this point, Abel realized the redness on Wizard Lorenzo’s face was actually faked, and the 3 Elite Wizards by his side also looked at him in slight disgust. How shameless.

“There’s no need for them to come!” Abel said as disappointment dawned on Wizard Lorenzo’s face. However, Abel then continued, “After you finish your meal, you can take some back for them!”

“Grandmaster Abel, thank you so much!” Said Wizard Lorenzo as he started to eat up his steamed egg with excitement again.

Although both Duke Sterton and Duke Earnest weren’t Wizards, they could tell that Abel must have some extremely precious resources on him that could help wizards level up–extremely important in the Holy Continent because of how crucial wizards were. All of a sudden, Abel’s status was raised within the heart of both Dukes once again.

Half an hour had passed. As Abel was chit-chatting with Bernie, he suddenly turned towards the office directly and said, “Ah, the scent of level up had faded!”

All the wizards on the spot felt it as well. On top of that, there was also a scent of a new rank 7 wizard. This scent was only leaked out since Wizard Yveline had not fully grasped his new power.

After a while, Wizard Yveline, Wizard Morton, and Wizard Murphy came back to the hall. Their faces were filled with joy and immense gratefulness towards Abel.

“Congratulations, Wizard Yveline!” Said Abel with a smile as he placed his hands in front of his chest and gave a Wizard Bow.

“Abel, there’s no need to say anything. I will build my new magic tower in your domain!” Said Wizard Yveline with a serious tone and returned a Wizard Bow.

“That’s a deal. I will build your magic tower, but you have to prepare the soul for your leveling up gift. I have blank magic staff here, and I will make you a magic staff!” Said Abel with a smile.

The reason Wizard Yveline had said this in here, was to show that he was committed to becoming a wizard under an Earl. He could enjoy the gifts of an Earl’s domain, but he also had the responsibility to protect the Earl.

Abel’s Earl Domain was in the Duchy of Carmel, but this Earl title of his was given by the Kingdom of St Ellis. The Kingdom of St Ellis basically had the power to forcefully rip Harvest City out of the Duchy of Carmel. So even though this City was under the Duchy of Carmel by name, they could not do anything against the Kingdom of St Ellis.

From Abel’s understanding, these types of domains would give out tax to the Kingdom without the interference of the Duchy. However, since the Kingdom of St Ellis didn’t even mention anything about this, it seemed like they had totally given up taxing Harvest City.

Although Abel didn’t really know how the Kingdom of St Ellis operated, forcefully cutting out a piece of land from a Duchy and giving it out as a domain was extremely rare.

Wizard Morton wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he just let out a sigh. He no longer wanted to persuade Wizard Yveline anymore. Wizard Yveline had served the Duchy of Carmel for so many years despite being badly injured.

Wizard Yveline was not going to leave the Duchy of Carmel anyway. He was just going to change cities, so Wizard Morton just stayed quiet.

There weren’t many types of food in the banquet, and giant plates were cleared out in almost no time. Soon another big tray of food was brought out. Everyone in the banquet had let their appetite loose; this was rare to see. They no longer cared so much about the way they looked anymore.

Normally, food in the banquet was secondary to the chatting, but this banquet was the other way around.

The banquet was slowly approaching its end. As everyone’s stomach began to get stuffed, Abel quietly approached Wizard Lorenzo.

“Wizard Lorenzo, I want to build 3 magic towers in my new domain. Can you help me see if the Wizard Union will have enough manpower to help me build them?”

Although Abel had more than enough credit points, these magic towers weren’t readymade.

The Wizard Builders were often very busy, so normally, you still needed to wait a while after you purchased a magic tower. It could be a few months or even a year at times.

Abel would need to go back to Harvest City to accept his domain in a few days, so if he could, he would also like to discuss his magic tower construction at that time as well.

Normally it would take 3 to 10 days to build a magic tower. If they didn’t have enough man power–3 magic towers could take up to a few months to build.

“Grandmaster Abel. Don’t worry. I will gather all the Wizard builders for your magic towers in 10 days. After that, they can immediately start working!” Said Wizard Lorenzo with a smile. This was an easy job for him as a powerful wizard.

“Wizard Lorenzo, thank you so much. I will transfer all the credit points to the Wizard Union as soon as possible!” Said Abel with a bow.

At this moment, Bartoli had come back after a day of busywork. She came to Abel’s side and bowed, “Master!”

“Steward Edwon, tell the kitchen to make 2 more dishes. One for take away and one for Bartoli,” Abel commanded.

“Bartoli, no need to work this hard from now on. I have regained my noble status, and I will let my family take care of this business so you can spend more time on your training!” Said Abel looking at the tired yet excited Bartoli.

“Master, I love my work. It makes me feel like I’m alive!” Said Bartoli softly, so soft that only Abel could hear her.

Her current lifestyle was like heaven compared to her tens of thousands of years of enslavement. Although her identity had changed from a countess to a steward, she truly loved this feeling. She no longer suffered day and night in that little chamber of the Forgotten Tower.

Abel’s teacher, Wizard Morton, was now In total shock. Although he knew Abel had an intermediate Wizard as a steward, the impact of seeing it in real life was still too great. There was only one intermediate wizard in the Duchy of Carmel, and intermediate wizards were an extremely prestigious group in the Holy Continent.

He could clearly feel his disciple, a boy who he watched growing, had finally reached a point of power he couldn’t comprehend. Although this boy was not powerful in his fighting ability, no one in the Holy Continent would dare underestimate him.

My boy has finally grown up.

Especially since Abel was going to build his magic tower in Harvest City, Wizard Morton truly felt like a father watching his son become independent.

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