2 months went by without news from Grandmaster Bennett. Not only was the Wizard Union in the dark, but even the organizations close to Grandmaster Bennett was also the same.
At the same time, the Gold castle vanished from the face of the earth and was never seen again.
However, Abel was living comfortably during this time. He made a bunch of potions for elite wizards and law-defying wizards and took a trip back to the Holy Continent.
The progress of the Holy Continent was jaw-dropping. Wizard Morton had leveled up once again due to sufficient resources. He no longer had to worry about lifespan again.
Wizard Murthy had also reached rank 10 and was on his path to becoming an intermediate wizard.
The genius wizard Wizard Evelyn was also catching up as an intermediate wizard.
Out of all the wizards, he was the one Abel saw the most potential in. With his injuries healed by Abel, his potential was fully unleashed, and his progress was tremendous.
But of course, it was still according to the Holy Continent standard.
Abel took a large amount of 3rd goddess spring water with him before he left the Holy Continent and reappeared at the dragon’s super teleportation circle.
The following days, he distributed large amounts of special food to the Professional Barbarians in Battlecry plateau.
The Battlecry plateau was basically an isolated place. It was very hard for anyone to live there other than the Barbarians, so it was very hard for the wizard union to set up an information network there.
Especially with their regained faith in the Gold of War, most of them had refused to work for the Wizard Union.
After all, they were only doing it in exchange for food.
The training of professional Barbarians required resources, and they had ten times the appetite of normal Barbarians, which was why the Barbarians were always low in population.
But if there were no professional Barbarians, their race would be wiped out long ago. After all, there were many powerful beasts around the Battlecry plateau.
It was a strange circle of life with the normal Barbarians ruthlessly growing food just to supply the professional Barbarians. Still, their population was barely maintaining at 10,000.
As long as they could resolve their food problem. Their growth would be tremendous.
Headmaster Bulei also began to tear up as he looked at the mountainous amount of food filled with energy.
Barbarians had warned him not to turn the temple into a food inventory, but he insisted.
“These are food granted from god. Every professional Barbarians who wants them will need to pay their gratitude!” He said to the few Barbarian leaders.
Many things had changed in the Barbarians, but most of all, they were no longer a race living between life and death. You could just see that from the faces of their civilians.
Headmaster Bulei started praying towards the direction of the golden castle, and the Barbarians followed.
Meanwhile, Abel sat above his starlight protection circle with Doff by his side.
The ancient totem on Doff’s hand was sparkling in gold, signifying a growth of faith.
But of course, only Abel as the owner, could see that.
With the food and resource problem solved within the Barbarians, Doff was the one who benefited the most.
After its body was altered by Abel, its power had taken a few hundred years forward.
But still, Abel was not planning to let it become a god yet.
As far as he knew, the creation of god would trigger a change in atmosphere, and the wizard union would know.
There was no way the wizard union would allow another god to exist.
It was also too risky to let Doff become a god in the Dark World since it had a different law of physics.
A god could only unleash its highest potential in the world they were created, so Doff’s power might take a big hit once it returned to the Central Continent.
Abel had always doubted why the Dark World was so harsh on legends. Even a god, like thief god, Milton could not fly.
Maybe it was because he was an intruder, just like those hell creatures.
He had doubted this ever since he got the first piece of world stone.
But no matter what, he wasn’t going to take the risk and let Doff become a god in the Dark World.
War was in Doff’s nature, and it was what allowed it to win against so many forces on the same rank.
Especially since it started training Barbarians skills, which was so good that even Abel had lost his confidence looking at it.
It had been some time since Doff fought a battle, and its power had increased drastically during this time. Although it could not fly, it should be able to take down a rank 26 legend.
Doff was baptized with faith, and its body would only grow with time.
After all, all of Doff’s follower was the most powerful Barbarians, so of course, their faith would be amazing for strengthening the body.
Therefore, even though Doff was not a god yet, he was a true god of war.
Another mission of the day for Abel was to level up his other summons using soul potions. He almost had ten thousand bottles accumulated by that point.
Black Wind was his first mount, and he had fought with him for many years and laughed with him since he was a child.
Black Wind’s advantage was its speed from hell.
But ever since Abel became an official wizard and learned how to move in a flash, he longer needed it.
Black Wind was only a normal spiritual beast. Being an intermediate spiritual beast was already far superior to any wolf of its kind.
Abel let Black Wind out and gently stroked its fur. As Abel’s old friend, all it wanted was to be by Abel’s side forever.
Abel then took out a bottle of soul potion and poured it into Black Wind’s mouth.
The liquid rolled down its throat, and purple smoke emerged on its body. It had been a long time since it tasted a soul potion, so Abel added a full recovery potion and brought it back to its top condition.
Abel knew very well, one bottle of soul potion was far not enough to level up Black Wind.
Abel followed with 10 more bottles and began to scan Black Wind with his world stone.
Black Wind’s body was shaking within the purple fo. It was the most its soul could take.
After all, Abel had done many miracles on it, and maybe this was where its limit was. An intermediate spiritual beast.
But just when Abel was about to give it a full recovery potion, he received a message from Black Wind demanding another bottle of soul potion.
Abel’s face sank as he hesitated, but he knew very well, Black Wind was a wolf made for war. Not being able to fight with its owner was more painful than death.
So, Abel took out another soul potion and had another full recovery potion ready in his druid soul.
After the liquid reached its throat, its body shook even more vigorously. It was as if its soul was going to fall apart.
A potion made for souls always came with their side effect, and that was making a soul unstable.
This was why they could not be used too many times, but still, Black Wind wanted a shot.
Abel connected with Black Wind through the soul chain and took in some of its pain. As a strengthened dragon, Abel’s pain tolerance was very high.
The tremble in Black Wind’s soul subsided and Abel got a sense that Black Wind never wanted to let go of him again. Good memories of their past began to rush back.
He remembered riding on the back of Black Wind as a youngster and venturing into the Dark World as a knight.
Those bits of nostalgia claimed Black Wind’s soul even more and finally, its soul gave out a long howl as a purple light shot in.
Abel’s eyes began to sparkle in gratitude. Black Wind had leveled up.
As an elite spiritual beast, he could now use a holy crystal to further strengthen Black Wind.
But still, this would take many years and Black Wind didn’t want to let go of Abel.
Abel’s affirmation was its pride.
The purple glow slowly faded and Black Wind began to test out its new power again.
It flashed to the side of Abel. Although it did not gain any new skills, it could now move in a flash for an unlimited amount of time.
Although it functioned like a wizard’s move in a flash, a spiritual beast could do it naturally without drawing any magic pattern. Even the fastest wizard out there needed half a second to do so
