Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel rejected Wizard Lorenzo’s invitation, but he did not return to his palace in the Kingdom of St Ellis immediately. He was way too powerful to care. If not for his family, he would have given out the throne already.

As he stood at the teleportation circle in Harry castle, he caught a familiar smell. The smell of home.

“Master, welcome home!” An excited female voice emerged. Abel had encountered many spirits, but none of them had the emotion of the Flora spirit.

The Flora spirit was created by merging a powerful ancient spirit and a powerful new spirit. It was actually an abnormal spirit, and Abel only realized that after his days in the Central Continent.

“Yes Flora, I’m back!” Abel immediately felt a calmness in his heart.

He stepped off the teleportation circle and arrived at the central square of Harry Castle.

No one paid too much attention to him along the way. Maybe his robe was too ordinary, or maybe no one was expecting their master to return.

He was not the only wizard in the square. In fact, the place was bustling, unlike any remote castle.

Not much had changed. Most buildings were quite new, so there was a strong sense of youth to the place.

“Young master, my lord, young master have returned!” Suddenly, an old man called. It was Steward Lindsey, the only steward in the world who called him young master.

Steward Lindsey quickly stepped forward with eyes full of excitement. The seriousness of a noble he always held by his side was completely abandoned.

His words sent a shock to everyone around. They all knew who the young master of Harry Castle was.

“The great King Abel!” All the wizards, knights, and normal people dropped to their knees.

It was the most glorious name in the Holy Continent. Abel was almost like a god in everyone’s heart.

All of a sudden, Abel sensed immense amounts of faith rushing towards him.

However, he was not a true god. He couldn’t take in faith without holy objects, and the faith soon faded from his body.

Storing faith in the body and using faith to enhance the body was two totally different things.

Abel’s rank as a god was too low. He wouldn’t even be able to do the former even if the faith he got was millions of times more powerful.

After all, he only had the power of God in the Dark World. Although he was still not a true god, there were a few hundred high elves there to assist his training.

Unless Abel turned all the Holy Continent knights into Holy knights, he also wouldn’t be able to use his crystal angel statue to take in their faith.

Doing so would anger the wizard union as well as the entire world, so he was not planning to.

This place was his home.

His family needed a place to live. The reason he was so willing to experiment in the Holy Kingdom was that he only saw those people as resources.

“Abel is back!” Abel smiled and waved his hand. He then continued. “There’s no need to bow, this is Harry Castle, not the palace!”

Everyone quickly stood up straight again, but the passion in their eyes remained.

“Where’s uncle Marshall?” Abel turned back to steward Lindsey and asked.

“Master is in the garden!” Steward Lindsey bowed.

“I’ll go to see him now!” Abel said and flashed away from the square and left everyone speechless.

He reappeared in the garden. The place did not change a single bit. The duke of Marshall was attentive as always.

The garden was where his wife was buried; it was his most precious place.

Abel saw The Duke of Marshall sitting in front of his wife’s tombstone. His youth was revived with Abel’s potion, but the vicissitude of his eyes remained.

“Ivy, the thyme you’ve planted back in the days has now been divided into 360 sprouts. This place will be filled with it when spring comes.

I still remember you gifted them to me before I went into battle. They were the source of my bravery. They were what made me a knight!”

The Duke of Marshall gently whispered.

Abel never knew The Duke of Marshall was this loyal. The Duke of Marshall that he knew was always a lavish playboy. If not, he would not use so many full recovery potions from him.

It seemed like the Duke of Marshall was still a gentle guy at heart, and this place was where his true happiness lay.

“Uncle!” Abel gently called.

“Abel! You are back!” The Duke of Marshall turned with the most genuine smile as he opened his arms

“Uncle, I’m back!” Abel quickly stepped up and hugged.

Afterward, The Duke of Marshall let loose and asked “Abel, are you going to stay?”

“I can only stay for 3 days !” Abel replied.

After all, he still had many things to take care of in the Central Continent.

“That’s so short. but I’m still glad you are back for now!” A flash of disappointment emerged from The Duke of Marshall but it quickly disappeared again.

“Uncle, I’ve built a super teleportation in the Central Continent. So I’ll definitely come back when I’m free again!” Abel quickly cheered up.

“Don’t worry about us. Just be careful in the Central Continent. I heard there are many powerful wizards there. Make sure you are good to them!” The Duke of Marshall used his power and learned a thing or two about the central continent and pretended he was a lecturer.

“Uncle, don’t worry. No one will mess with me there! Abel smiled.

He completely forgot about actually living as an elf there and his wizard identity was still being hunted down.

Abel then gathered some flowers and placed them in front of Ivy’s tomb and bowed.

“Abel, let’s go back!” The Duke of Marshall smiled and patted Abel on the back.

Abel did not move in a flash. Instead, he walked with The Duke of Marshall along the little passage back to the castle.

Abel had strong ties to this place. Back in the day, when he first arrived in this world, the Duke of Marshall had given all the love and care he got to nourish him.

Harry Castle was his home. He knew every tree and plant in the back of his hand. He arrived at a familiar office, and everything looked exactly the same.

They took a seat and Abel took out 2 glasses of water spirit fruit juice with 2 combinations.

“My child, you always have the best food and drink!” The Duke of Marshall took a sip and his eyes immediately lit up. The melancholy he carried from the garden immediately faded.

He was living the best life he could hope for. Every day he could have the best food in the Holy Continent, a youthful and strong body, and have Ivy by his side.

“Uncle, one of the reasons I came back is to change your body. I want to turn you into a wizard!” Abel saw The Duke of Marshall’s mode lifted, so he got straight to the point.

“Abel, I know it is not easy to get resources. I don’t want to burden you!” The Duke of Marshall that becoming a wizard took a lot of resources.

“Uncle, I’m now a law defying wizard. I have endless resources now!” Abel replied, looking slightly arrogant look.

He could only show his childish side in front of The Duke of Marshall. Everyone in the Central Continent would have their jaws dropped if they saw their master Bennett acting like this.

“What’s a law defying wizard?” The Duke of Marshall was not surprised at all. In fact, he was curious.

Abel suddenly paused. He almost forgot, The Duke of Marshall didn’t know too much about wizards.

The most powerful wizard in the Holy Continent was only rank 18. They didn’t know about the law defying wizards, let alone legendary wizards.

Abel’s existence was far beyond their comprehension.

“Uncle, law defying wizards are wizards above rank 20!” Abel explained.

Although it was still hard for The Duke of Marshall to understand, hearing their rank was still clearer than a name he never heard of.

“That’s great. Abel, you are now the most powerful wizard in the Holy Continent!” The Duke of Marshall laughed.

“Yeah, that should be right!” Abel rolled his eyes.

Abel couldn’t help it. How could someone compare him to the wizards in the Holy Continent?

Just his 12 spirit guardian wizards alone would be able to wipe out the entire Holy Continent.

“Uncle, this is the water of life. Drink it and you will have the body needed to become a wizard!” Abel took out a little jar with a few droplets.

“Ok, I’ll drink it. I need the lifespan of a wizard to watch you grow and spend more time with Ivy!” The Duke of Marshall laughed and poured the droplets down.

The water of life was a priceless treasure even in the Central Continent. Using it to turn an ordinary person into a wizard was a huge waste.

Still, Abel was willing to do so for the ones he loved.

After all, the water of life wasn’t that useful to him, and the tree of life would give him some from time to time, considering their relationship.

Too bad his Oaktree in the Dark world was not old enough to produce the water of life. Otherwise, he would have as much water of life as the elves.

Changing one’s body with it was simple. The water of life was not a soothing substance, and The Duke of Marshall’s body was altered without any pain.

“Abel, how come everything around me is so much clearer now?” The Duke of Marshall looked around and realized the world was different.

“Uncle, because your power of the will has grown!” Abel smiled and continued as he took out a 20 square meter portal bag.

“These potions are for you to use. They should be enough for you to become an elite wizard!”

“Abel, I can’t open portal bags!” The Duke of Marshall knew what a portal bag was. They were exclusive to official wizards.

“Uncle, I’ll teach you to do your first meditation. Then you can open it!” Abel said with confidence.

Abel had given The Duke of Marshall the most amount of water of life he could tolerate, so the growth of his power of the will was substantial.

All he needed was to do his first meditation, and he would become an official wizard.