Therefore, now they could afford to use these wasteful teleportation methods. As Abel spoke, some kind of energy surrounded him and Bartoli. Soon, they were outside the Magic tower and landed on the Battle Fort.
Bartoli couldn’t believe her eyes. She was deeply shocked. The entire Battle Fort was floating in mid-air.
The Battle Fort was wrapped up in some kind of giant shield. Although she didn’t know how high the Fort was floating, she knew it was very high since she could see White Cloud above her.
The temperature was very warm–impossible without that protective shield.
However, when she saw that statue in front of the magic tower, he couldn’t help herself and said, “The 3 goddess of the guardian!”
“Bartoli, you know that statue?” Abel asked upon seeing the shock on Bartoli’s face.
Abel was very confused. Bartoli would not get shocked easily, did she know something he did?
“Master, this is the sisterhood’s 3 goddess of guardian statue. According to the legends, this 3 goddess was what kept the east side of the Dark World wealthy. Too bad it was destroyed by heaven and hell!” Said Bartoli with a very faithful look as she gazed at the statue.
Abel knew about the sisterhood. It was the most powerful religion on the east of the Dark World before the invasion of heaven and hell.
Just look at that giant church and its countless underground chambers, and you would know how powerful this religion was. Its remains were still intact after tens of thousands of years.
“What so special about this 3 goddess statue?” Abel asked curiously.
Abel dug this entire statue out as he knew it was a magic statue, but he didn’t know it had other abilities as well.
“Master, the legend says that the water spilled out from the fountain of the 3 goddess statue can nourish plants and make them grow faster!” Bartoli explained.
“Really? I’ll test it out when I have time,” said Abel as he dipped his finger in the water.
Abel felt like this water wasn’t anything too extraordinary. At most, it had gained some extra element after that magic device was installed.
Abel flicked the water off his hand and turned to Bartoli again, “I will give you the permission. From now on, you can freely come in and out of my magic tower. I’ll leave this fort to you!”
“Yes, master!” Said Bartoli in excitement. She loved this job. She loved this place.
“Master, Wizard Dunn is back. He is now in Wizard Morton’s magic tower. Wizard Morton invited you to go there!” Tower Spirit Flora’s voice emerged. This entire fort was like a part of its body. Outside of it, it would need to use a puppet to make a sound. Now it could just make a sound anyway with the countless magic circles in the Battle Fort.
“Bartoli, take your time. If you need help, just ask Flora!” Said Abel as he headed towards Wizard Morton’s magic tower.
Abel directly appeared on the 12th floor of Morton Magic tower since he had the same rights as the owner of the tower.
The first thing Abel saw when he arrived was Wizard Dunn chatting with Wizard Morton. He quickly bowed and said, “Hello, Wizard Dunn!” Then he turned to his teacher and did a wizard bow “teacher!”
“Abel, the teacher just told me he had resolved the thing. No wizard from the Blizzards will come to the Holy Continent anymore!” Said Wizard Morton happily.
“Thank you so much, Wizard Dunn!” Abel quickly bowed again to show his gratefulness.
“Abel, you also need to thank the dwarfs and elves for making this go so smoothly. They cast some pressure on the Blizzards!” Said Wizard Dunn waving his hand.
Although Wizard Dunn had reached rank 18 and could win against any of his fellow wizards, the Blizzards still had a few Wizards who were higher rank than him.
Therefore, he did not think he would resolve this incident just like that. He was planning to greet the Blizzards nicely, ask them how they were feeling, then connect with the wizards in his party to hold them down by force.
However, he was not expecting the Blizzards to be so nice. Even 2 elite wizards had died, they said they would not send wizards to the Holy Continent to seek revenge from Abel.
Although Wizard Dunn doubted them when they said they would not seek revenge, they promised they would not send wizards to the Holy Continent again. Just this alone was fine with Wizard Dunn.
It was only during their negotiation, Wizard realized the Elves, and the Dwarfs had also stood up for this. Especially the elves, they had unleashed some rarely seen brutal force.
Because the benefit was not worth the cost, the Blizzards decided to give up. Therefore, Wizard Dunn could no longer take this as a chance to teach the Blizzards a lesson.
After Wizard Dunn had explained all this to Abel, Abel knew it was definitely Grand Duke Edwina who spoke up for him from the elves. As for the dwarfs, it was the Goff family and the Blacksmith Union.
“Things are settled for now; no elite wizards will come for you for now!” Abel let out a long breath of relief. No matter how many tactics he had, he was still a rank 7 wizard. There was no way he could fight against elite wizards.
“Abel, do you want to leave the Holy Continent in the future?” Elite Wizard Dunn asked with a serious look.
“Yes, I’m still young. I want to see the world!” Said Abel with a nod of certainty.
If Abel had never seen those Dark Knight Gears, he might reply that he would stay in the Holy Continent. But from then on, he decided he needed to get to the bottom of it.
“If Morton didn’t get injured, he would have become an elite wizard and left here long ago. It was his dream. It seems like you can now complete it for him!” Said Wizard Dunn gazing over at Wizard Morton with a smile.
Wizard Dunn could see how important Abel was to Wizard Morton, just by looking at the fact that Abel could teleport directly to Wizard Morton’s room. Wizard Morton had given the highest authority to Abel.
He would only do this if he trusted him with his life. It was the pinnacle of trust, at least among wizards. It was extremely rare to see.
“Wizard Dunn, teacher will definitely have the chance to complete his dream himself!” Said Abel certainly.
After Abel’s defense had reached a certain threshold, he would be able to share some top-level resources with Wizard Morton. For example, fresh crystal core and master’s healing potion.
“Morton, you have a great disciple!” Said Wizard Dunn with a smile.
Although Abel was Wizard Dunn’s disciple’s disciple, they would be treated as equal as long as their status had reached a certain point. Among wizards, only personal disciples would count.
Abel was a Grandmaster Blacksmith, which was an extraordinary and extremely prestigious status no matter which part of the Holy Continent he was in. It was neck to neck with the rank 18 elite wizard status of Wizard Dunn.
By this point, Wizard Morton’s eyes were filled with pride. Abel had been crucially supporting his and his teacher’s breakthrough.
