Abe the Wizard - Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: Morton’s Magic Tower
“Finkle, I have already left Yvelines magic tower,” Abel said, looking at that nimble fatty.
As soon as Abel spoke, the student of wizardries that were nearby changed their looks from friendly to a glimpse of despise. A few of them even stepped back, as if they were afraid that Abel was carried with a disease that would spread towards them.
“My supreme-ruler, what happened to you?” Finkle asked Abel with a look of sympathy.
“Nothing. I’ve told Novice Wizard Sam that I will be resigning.” Abel didn’t want to explain anything, but the behavior of the other student deeply touched him.
“Finkle, he’s been kicked out of the tower. Be careful if you get too close to him you’ll make the people from the tower angry with you!” one of the novice wizards kindly said to Finkle.
“If there’s anything I can help you with, be sure to find me,” Finkle spoke lightly and quickly hurried away.
Abel glanced at Finkle, nodded, and followed the red stone path between the towers as he headed towards the magic tower of Morton, which was the tallest of the three.
“What’s the matter with him? Why is he heading to Morton’s magic tower?”
“Perhaps he was too shocked by being driven out of the Yvelines magic tower. Just watch how he will get kicked out by Wizard Morton’s magic tower!”
“Could Abel have left Yvelines magic tower because Morton’s magic tower accepted him?” Finkle whispered.
The faces of the other followers immediately changed, and one of them quickly shook their heads and said, “How could it be possible, how could it be that easy to be accepted to Morton’s magic tower when they are so strict?”
“Indeed, I’ve never heard of any openings for wizard’s follower in any of the disciples of Morton’s magic tower.”
“That’s true, in all these years, Morton’s magic tower hasn’t accepted anybody, so how could someone like him have a chance?”
There was a great deal of talk, but none of the wizard followers thought that Abel would be taken as a disciple by the Morton wizards, or even mentioned the idea.
As Abel was approaching towards Morton’s magic tower step by step closer, many students of wizardry were practicing in the exterior surroundings of the tower. With a glance from Abel, he quickly realized that these students of wizardry’s level were much higher than those in Yvelines magic tower, at least that’s what he thought since he had already identified as many as 10 levels 1 novice wizards. As there were only around 30 people in the crowd, the proportion was considered very large. It seemed like Morton’s magic tower was an attractive destination for those novice wizards who were confident on a path in becoming an official wizard.
When the students around Morton’s magic tower saw Abel approaching, all of them were silent, as they continued their meditation. Only a few people took a glance at Abel. They all seemed to not care much about Abel’s arrival. However, when Abel stepped closer towards Morton’s magic tower door, all of them opened their eyes, with a sense of surprise, doubt, ridicule, satire, and so on with different looks at the same time, all directly focusing on Abel.
Abel’s sensitive power will immediately felt the looks from the crowd, but he did not pause. Instead, he headed directly into the gates of Morton’s magic tower. He then took his identity card from his waist and pressed it against the door.
When Abel took out his identity card, the eyes of people were shocked, puzzled, ridiculed, and ironic. They were speechless, and they were stunned in disbelief. It was the identity card of the magic tower of Morton–the crucial reason why these people waited so hard here every day, but it was now held in the hand of a young man who had never come here before.
“Identification verified!” A mechanical sound reached into Abel’s ears as the gates of the tower opened. Abel was now walking into the most powerful tower in the Duchy of Carmel, whilst being watched by more than 30 people with their hearts filled with jealousy and shock.
In a place not far from the door, there was a group of people who were watching, too, and they seemed to be regretting why they had not welcomed Abel with great hospitality. They should’ve tried to exchange friendship and got to know the young follower who was about to enter Morton’s tower as it would probably benefit them in the future.
Entering the first floor of Morton’s magic tower, Abel discovered that the unoccupied areas of the magic tower were quite insufficient. Half of the areas were already occupied by a magic circle, with the other half was blocked by huge metal railings, except for a small reception area for the guests. The metal railings were full of various patterns, and Abel didn’t seem to know the purpose of those patterns too.
The ground was made from gigantic black colored rocks, with a faint view of the regular lines drawn on the rock, Above his head, there were 12 gems shining in white light. These gems were connected by a string, forming a massive 6-star magic circle. This made the brightly lit floor even brighter
Compared with Yveline’s magic tower, Morton’s magic tower was like a luxurious nobility whilst Yvelines magic tower was for ordinary civilians. To Abel, Yveline’s magic tower was more like an ordinary room with stairs with nothing particularly special. On the other hand, Morton’s magic tower had a sense of noble temperament, along with a bright environment that was in contradiction to the dark environment in Yveline’s magic tower.
“Are you Abel? Mr. Morton is waiting for you!” Just as Abel was admiring Morton’s magic tower, a voice came from the staircase.
Abel looked over and saw a young man in a grey robe looking towards him. The young man was literate and handsome too.
“Yes, I am Abel. One moment please!” Abel bowed to the young man.
“My name is Carlos. I am Mr. Morton’s fourth disciple,” Carlos smiled at Abel.
“You are the fifth disciple, and I am fourth!” Just as Abel was about to walk up the stairs, a beautiful young lady about 1.8 meters tall, wearing the same grey robe, walked down. Her whole body was filled with youthful energy, and when she saw Abel, she said, “My name is Camille, I am the fourth disciple of Mr. Morton, Carlos is the fifth disciple. Don’t listen to him. He’s being silly.”
With these words, Camille placed her fist in front of her eyes and made a threatening gesture towards Carlos. If a man had made this move, it might be able to threaten some people. However, if a woman with a bright temperament did it, it only came across as very cute and charming.
“Camille, you have to be reasonable. I entered the tower first. You came behind me, so you are the fifth disciple.” Carlos said with a helpless expression on his delicate face.
“I’m level 4, and you’re level 3. So why don’t we find a place to challenge and see who’s the fourth and which one is the fifth.” Camille kept her head up, revealing her slender neck.
“What are you two doing? Why haven’t you called Abel up?” A heavy voice suddenly came from the first floor.
Carlos and Camille looked at each other as they both stuck out their tongues. Camille then turned to Abel and said, “Follow me.”
Carlos gave Abel a shrug and mouthed, behind Camille, “Unreasonable woman!”
“What are you doing? Camille seemed to sense what Carlos was doing as she stopped abruptly to look back at Carlos.
“Nothing. I’m helping you get Abel up there.” Carlos explained, reaching for Abel’s arm as if he were a prisoner.
Abel kept his mouth shut and without a word, he was pulled upstairs by Carlos.
“Why didn’t the teacher change the staircase into teleportation and send it up directly?” Camille walked in front, complaining.
“If you give me the magic stone, the teacher would gladly change the stair.” Carlos countered.
“When I get rich and become a wizard, I’ll put all my rooms in teleportation.” Camille ignored Carlos, mumbling as if he had a mountain of gold in front of him.
“What magic stone? Is it a gem?” “Asked Abel, suddenly thinking.
“Yes, it’s bigger and more delicate than a regular gem. It contains a lot of magic. That’s the magic stone.” Seeing that Abel was interested in these kinds of things, Camille then began explained, “There are a few types of these magic gems, there are red**magic gem, blue**magic gem, white**magic gem, yellow**magic gem. Obviously there are other kinds of these magic gems. But as each of these gems are extremely hard to acquire. This is why the wizards have control over the majority of the gem mines’ resources within the Holy Continent, in order to attain these magic gems.
“Ordinary magic gems are still available to purchase in major cities, but the higher level magic gems that are used by the wizards are extremely rare to be seen selling in the markets amongst the ordinary civilians. “Just like this intermediate magic gem here.” As she said it, Camille took from her chest a beautiful large gem that was larger than a regular ruby, with innumerable cuts in the circle. The stone was red from the outside to the inside. Since taking out the gem, Camille has been looking at it with a fascinating look…
It was a flawless ruby! Abel knew the grade of the gem at a glance. This was because he had synthesized it more than once, which made him very familiar with these kinds of gems.