Outside of the Akara Tent, the spirit guardian Knight captain bent down and grabbed a hold on an elven warrior. Afterward, it and it’s spirit wolves quietly entered the tent.

This quietness added another layer of horror to the scene. Although those elven warriors were well trained and had good tolerance to all kinds of torture, the situation at hand was too weird. There was not a single sound coming out of this tent. This was a small tent. It shouldn’t have much space left with 2 elves inside, how come it could fit in another elf and a black armored Knight.

Other than the gentle flapping sounds of the ravens and the breathing of the elven warriors, the place was in complete silence. Those spirit wolves and the oak sage were spirits, so they didn’t need to breathe. That poison creeper was a plant, so it didn’t need to breathe as well.

But what could possibly be those 4 black armor Knights, how come they didn’t need to breathe? None of the elven warriors had heard of someone riding a spirit wolf. If that’s even possible, druids would be the most powerful occupation in the entire Holy Continent, and spirit wolves would be the number one mount.

Fear of the unknown was the scariest thing, and the elven warriors didn’t know anything. What scary power was this Master Alchemist hiding?

As time slowly passed, those elven warriors were taken into the tent by the spirit guardian knight captain one by one. Within the tent, Abel’s power was getting richer and richer. A patch of a tightly linked network of combat qi pathways had been formed in his body. Those elven warriors had too much combat qi, and all his combat qi networks were filled by the 4th elven warrior. He had become a rank 25 commander; his combat qi armor had now reached the limit of a commander.

As for the 5th and 6th elven warrior, he used them to replenish his own combat qi. He used his self made power of the will hammer striking technique to keep compressing his combat qi once it replenished. He had to keep repeating this process. If not, he would be full of combat qi already.

After he was done with the 6th elven warrior, he could no longer take up any more combat qi. His body felt full like he had just eaten.

Abel exited the Ankara Tent and swiftly put it back inside his Kong Kong Spirit portal bag.

The gaze of the last elven warrior was filled with a speechless horror. He could clearly sense that Master Bennett in front of him had reached the pinnacle of commanders. He was familiar with this scent because he had been trying to achieve this his entire life. Only a few warriors in Begro City had reached this level.

“Monster! You are a monster!” That elven warrior mumbled.

“You should be thankful you can die in glory with your combat qi!” As soon as Abel’s words landed, a ‘Fire Bolt’ pattern flashed in his hand. The Fire Bolt engulfed the horrified eyes of that elven warrior. There was no scream. He had turned into ash almost in an instant.

While looking at the remains of the battle, Abel took out a magic staff and used the ‘spirit transfer’ to carefully pick up the scattered pieces of the Archies and put it in a box. That’s all Archies had left behind.

Abel shoved the Black Cloaked Druid’s body in his portal bag and used his magic circle control board to turn off the ‘Protection Circle of Dark Valley’. The scenery suddenly cleared up, and a magic board appeared on the ground not far from him. Around 36 smaller magic cards were placed in the surround.

It seemed like this alley was locked down intentionally. How come no elves had passed this magic circle during all this time. It seemed like the Begro City investigation department had quite a bit of power in Angstrom City.

Abel used ‘spirit transfer’ to pick up all the magic cards along with the main control board, and put it inside his portal bag. He went back to his coachman-less carriage; by this point, he no longer felt like going to the Grand Ducal Palace.

Those handsome white horses were very well trained, so they would not move if they didn’t hear any commands from their owner. Abel then commanded them to go back to his mansion. Even though there was no coachman, no elves would get in the way of this Grand Ducal Palace carriage.

As he watched his silvery-white carriage speeded away, Abel took out the grand teleportation circle of Angstrom City’s control board from his portal bag. He then used his power of the will to select his mansion in Lambe road on the little map and sent out a teleportation command.

The main teleportation circle of Angstrom was located in a stone-built chamber underneath Angstrom City’s Grand Ducal Palace. There were tens of intermediate gems and a few perfect gems on the teleportation circle, which illuminated the chamber. In the center of the circle, there was a green slap of wood filled with patterns.

Suddenly that wood began to flash in green, and sounds of machinery emerged from the wall behind.

“Applying for teleportation, detect the teleportation control board, the control board is distributed by the Grand Ducal Palace, and have the authority to teleport!”

“Scanning if the person being teleported is the owner of the control board!”

As Abel stood in the alley, he felt a wave of energy rushing towards him. It was almost like he had become one with the control board.

That slap of wood continued to flash in green in the chamber of the Grand Ducal Palace. It was the soul of the magic circle.

“Scanning complete, teleportation conformed. Begin to gather energy. Teleportation begins!”

Under the command from the mechanical sound of the grand teleportation circle, Abel disappeared from the alley in a flash of white light. Afterward, he reappeared in front of the gate of his mansion in Lambe road.

“Teleportation complete!” The green glow of the slap of wood slowly faded, and 5 of those gems on the teleportation circle had been exhausted, and their glow had faded as well.

Abel entered his mansion, expressionless. He didn’t realize he had used up 5 intermediate gems, nor did he realize that he had triggered the soul of the teleportation circle during this teleportation.

“Master!” Steward Brewer appeared from aside and bowed

Although Brewer was very confused about why his master had come back so early, as a well-trained steward, he knew his master would tell him if it’s necessary.

“Brewer, who’s in Archie’s family?” Abel asked in a depressing tone.

Although Brewer didn’t know what had happened, he still quickly replied: “Master, he has a younger brother and 2 young children!”

“Help me arrange something. Archies had died for me in a battle. From now on I will give his family all the financial support they need. If his children have the potential to become a Druid or Warrior, help them find a good teacher using my name. If I leave here, just go find the Grand Ducal Palace’s steward Derek and tell him what I just said!” Although half blood elves were protected in Angstrom City, it was still very hard if they wanted to become a Druid or a Warrior, especially when they lost the most important adult elf in their family.

“Yes, Master!” Brewer’s voice sounded a little painful. He was shocked. All of a sudden, a friend he lived within the castle had died.

“Take my identity card and tell Derek to come here, just say I want to see him!” Said Abel as he turned back to his master’s building.

He sat in the living room of his master’s building. He took out his 100 bottles of Elven Perfume and Cologne and placed it on his long table. He then took out the black-cloaked Druid’s body and dropped it on the floor. Afterward, he sat on his chair and waited for Derek with his eyes closed.

Time went fast. Abel didn’t even feel like he waited for long before he heard Brewer’s voice.

“Master, Steward Derek is here!”

“Bring him in!” Abel opened his eyes. He felt a sudden chill in his body. The last time Grand Duke Edwina had come to see him after he had been attacked, she said she would investigate. But he hasn’t heard back from her ever since. Would this time be the same? If that’s the case, he would really need to consider if he still wants to stay in this city.