Abel was satisfied with his alchemy level after hitting the grandmaster rank. Before, he used to have all kinds of cheats to get his potions to blue quality. Now, all of that was useless. He was only relying on the grandmaster rune inside of him to brew golden quality potions. The time required for the brew was also greatly reduced.

Still, he was very confused about how blatant the ways these legendary wizards were trying to gain his favor. These missions they assigned him were probably meant so that they could talk to him in person. He wasn’t going to refuse, of course. With ease, he took out the 30 portions of the “natural breathing” ingredients and began his one-time brew. Even if the purpose was to brew master-level potions, the procedure was still as easy as breathing.

In ten more minutes, the thirty golden quality potions were in front of him.

He spoke to the research spirit, “Research spirit, bring the twenty bottles back to the Potion Master’s Guild. The remaining is going back into the warehouse. The offerings will only be golden quality natural breathings from now on.”

It was clear that the grandmaster alchemist’s ability was to convert any potions to gold quality. Abel didn’t have to hide that about him, as it was surely going to boost the status of the elven druids. In front of him, the natural breathing was quickly disappearing after being teleported by the research spirit. Abel wasn’t working anymore. It was getting late, so he needed to get back into the dark world.

Master Nolan cried out, “Master Muir! Would you look at these potions!”

Master Muir rushed towards Master Nolan’s office, “What’s this about, Master Nolan?”

He understood quickly when he saw the twenty bottles that were on the table. He looked both unsettled and confused. Given that there were now a bunch of golden-quality natural breathings for use, there were no longer any big druids that would want regular potions. Master Muir had already made plans on how to distribute the potions that Grandmaster Bennett had no more use for, but from what it looked like, Master Bennett’s production rate was just too rapid and too much to be scheduled. Abel only took a few minutes to create the master-level “natural breathings.” He didn’t think that the ingredients would have much of an effect on the other potion masters.

Master Muir murmured, “Grandmaster Bennett is too powerful!”

Master Nolan laughed, “This is good, Master Muir. The Potionmaster’s Guild is finally getting the recognition that it deserves!”

Master Muir laughed, “That’s true!”

The Potionmaster’s Guild was just another elven guild that was meant to represent one type of class. It was big in its own way, but that wouldn’t matter so much on the central continent. Now, however, as long as you were a member of the Potionmaster’s Guild, you would almost always be guaranteed to receive rewards anywhere on the central continent. This was all thanks to Grandmaster Bennett. He was the one who changed the overall perception of the Potionmaster’s Guild.

Abel was just standing amidst the Rogue’s Encampment. He was watching the bone card that was amidst the mana gathering circle. He looked a bit nervous. The bone card was now already recovered on its own. All the cracks on the surface were now gone. The divine item was as good as brand new.

Abel reached out his hand to grab the divine bone card and took out the corpse of the legendary sacred knight from his personal storage box. He placed the corpse in front of him, and he activated the bone card with his power of the Will. An “absorption power” was instantly generated as he enchanted the “resurrection” spell. He knew what it was that the bone card required. As the crystal angelic statue was guiding the worship power into the bone card, pale white light was what shone out of it. The “resurrection spell” was coming out of the bone card, then it flew straight towards the sacred knight that was lying dead on the ground.

When the corpse started to jump on its own, Abel knew that his resurrection attempt succeeded. He wasn’t pleased in the least because of it, however. Now that the resurrection was successful, he thought that perhaps he should be flying off the ground.

He still had his uncertainties, however. “Perhaps he just didn’t possess his own soul. He didn’t have the ability to control himself.”

Abel didn’t feel good about that. The legendary sacred knight was probably much weaker than he had thought. Of course, the resurrection process hadn’t ended yet. The most crucial part hadn’t started. Abel was watching in pain as he looked towards the divine bone card that was cracked open. The crack was much more severe than before. Luckily, the card remained complete and was not completely cracked open. As long as it was not completely broken, the piece would always be able to return on its own. He just hoped that it wouldn’t take too long.

Slowly and carefully, Abel placed the bone card back into his mana-gathering circle. His movements were very light, as he didn’t want to add more pressure so the bone card would be turned into fragments. There were many corpses inside his personal storage box that he had yet to bring back to life.

Abel processed his bone card and took out his soul potions. He fed the soul potions to the legendary sacred knights that came back to life. After expending ten bottles of it, meek souls rose out of their bodies. He was very pleased with that, of course. He was successful in every step he was taking.

Following that, Abel used the mount enhancement technique to sign a spirit contract with the legendary sacred knights. The legendary sacred knight’s soul was still quite weak. With as little as a conscience that was barely present, Abel didn’t have to use up much of his spiritual pact’s capacity to claim ownership.

Speaking of which, Abel’s capacity was already much more than how much the legendary class holders could contain. He had been hiding some of his contract creatures from everyone else, so in actuality, he was also holding much more contract creatures than what others thought he had. If a law-defying wizard tried to form a contract with, say, Frankenstein, that would’ve already taken out almost all the spiritual capacity. Abel picked the smart path. He was forming a contract when the soul was just a newborn, such that the capacity taken would be the same as if he was forming with a baby chick.

After the spiritual pact was formed, what Abel needed to do next was to activate the legendary sacred knight’s body. To other class holders, this was pretty much impossible, but all it took was for his one bottle of the “full recovery vitality potion” to recover the knight completely.

For the full recovery vitality potion, as long as the soul of the user remained intact, he could always bring the body back to full health. This was pretty much thanks to the dimensional force of the potion. Now that the legendary sacred knight was becoming his contract creature, the bone card was emptied once more.

Abel resurrected one sacred knight before, so it wasn’t really all that difficult to pass the skills of a sacred knight to the legendary one he just called back now. He could just pass all the skills that Izual had to him. That would require him to continuously supply the “soul potions,” given how much spiritual damage that would inflict upon the legendary sacred knight.

Still, the number of spiritual potions used was far less than what Abel expected. This was because all the skills he transferred were already turned to max. It could even be said that the legendary sacred knight in front of him was already a class holder that could be put to combat straightaway.

Abel looked towards the knight in front of him, “Your name is Wale from now on.”

The legendary sacred knight called Wale did not seem to possess too much conscience. Apart from his fighting instinct, there wasn’t so much that was left in his memories. There wasn’t even a bit of reaction when Abel called its name. Abel slapped his head as he realized how weak the soul was. Very quickly, he took out the soul potions and fed them to Wale. Wale’s soul was becoming much stronger very quickly.

For this legendary sacred knight, Abel spent quite a bit himself. He was using a total of 200 bottles of the soul potions straight to Knight Wale, such that the soul was elevated to the point of a five-year-old. To this extent, Abel didn’t bother giving more soul potions to Knight Wale. Wale’s soul was actually growing too fast. Without enough time, Abel was afraid that he would be in too much of a rush that he would destroy the soul before it took long. He was just doing enough that Wale could understand his orders.

Whether it had to do with the sacred knight’s class or the fact that Abel was the one that granted the soul, the first thing that Knight Wale did when it gained the ability to think was to kneel before Abel. Abel felt very good because of it. It was a legendary figure kneeling in front of him. Of course, he could only keep this to himself and not boast about it in front of others. He didn’t want the other legendary figures to treat him as enemies.

Abel commanded, “You go up, Wale!”

Knight Wale understood his orders immediately. He opened his hands wide, and while Abel was still anticipating, he dropped to the ground. Knight Wale seemed to be feeling that something was off with his body. Given his current condition, it would be possible to fly at will. However, the environment around him did not allow him to fly. Instead, the gravity was pushing him heavily on the ground.

Abel brought Knight Wale to the Fire River, “That’s strange. Let’s try how you fight.”

He called out Knight Bruce. Knight Bruce was coming to the Fire River. He then called Bruce out and quickly switched the gears that Knight Wale prepared. The hearts that Wale had temporarily were identical to Knight Bruce. There were the “theory” rune, the “spirit” sword, “spirit” shield, and “knowledge” helmet. It was all to see how much the fighting capabilities of the two differed.

Abel went ahead and found a “king of the pit” that was alone. He was letting Knight Wale and Knight Bruce handle their own fight. As for him, he switched on his world stone fragment and observed as carefully as he could to see the difference between the two.

Knight Wale was at rank 26 while Knight Bruce was at 22. They had the exact same gear when they fought each other. The result was that Knight Wale had an overwhelming advantage over Knight Bruce. This was not different from anything that Abel was expecting. Abel was very disappointed, though. He did see Knight Wale win, but his fighting ability wasn’t as strong as he wished to see from those that were from the central continent. Instead, what he saw was pretty much just the advantage that resulted from having a higher rank. If Abel had to make it clear what it was that he wanted to see, it’d be the scene of Knight Wale overwhelming Knight Bruce with nothing except his presence. Theoretically, Knight Wale wouldn’t even have to move to take the victory.

Abel didn’t understand what was happening, “What exactly happened?”

His senses told him that the resurrection was successful. There had been no problem whatsoever with Knight Wale’s resurrection.