Abe the Wizard

Abel was feeling great. Everything happened just like how he wanted.

Killing 20 preachers at once was not something that could be done often, but at least he now found a way to get preacher guides.

He would grant a preacher guide out every 3 days, and he would pick his areas carefully, so he didn’t attract unwanted attention.

By that point, he already had 10 preachers ruling 10 little towns. Although it only took him 10 preacher guides, the faith they generated was already far greater than the 17,000 holy knights he had.

It was the most efficient and stable way to get faith.

Still, he would go to the Dark World for training each night, even if that meant he could no longer receive that faith.

He had no choice: all he could do was to tell himself these were extra gains, so it was best not to get too greedy.

Still, he understood why the demon from beyond needed faith so much.

Therefore, he was saving faith for the future and for his crystal angel statue to turn dark gold.

Suddenly, the research spirit broke his train of thought. “Master, Wizard Hutton is in the hall and he wants to see you!”

“Frankenstein, bring me to him!” Although he was in retreat, really close associates of Abel could still see him.

“Master Bennett, I have good news for you, so I’ve come before I’ve even had breakfast!” WIzard Hutton bowed as soon as Abel appeared. He then turned to Frankenstein and bowed as well. “Nice to see you again, Wizard Frankenstein!”

“Wizard Hutton, you can have breakfast with me. If the news is really good, you can stay here and have lunch and dinner as well. Wine included!” Abel laughed.

“Master Bennett, the good news is that your golden castle is ready!” Wizard Hutton smiled and followed.

“Amazing, that really is a good news!” Abel stood up and said in excitement.

As a person of his status, not many had such a passion for gold.

Gold was mostly used as the currency of ordinary people, and professionals would normally leave their interest for them behind along with the common world.

The resources a professional needed could not be bought with gold. The most they could do was being used as some ordinary grade alchemy materials.

But Abel was different. Having a golden house a dream of his past life, but of course, that dream was impossible to achieve in his past life.

When he saw the ground of gold in the Holy portal bag, his dream was reignited once again.

Gold was fragile, so he needed skilled builders to make a castle out of them.

He didn’t want a castle just for show, but one with full-fledged facilities to defend against invasions and day to days needs. He also needed a training space and a guest lounge.

After he passed down his demands to the dwarves, his attention shifted to the Holy Kingdom.

He knew how hard it was to build a castle out of gold. Just compared to that castle outside of the Tree of lIfe. Abel had requested it about the same time as this golden castle, but it was finished and in operation long ago.

“Master Bennett, do you want to come with me and have a look right now?” WIzard Hutton suggested.

“How about we go after breakfast!” Abel didn’t want to let Wizard Hutton starve and embarrass himself.

The breakfast was great, and Wizard Hutton had a great time eating. Of course, that was including the few bottles of master wine he drank. Abel almost thought Wizard Hutton would no longer take him to his new castle considering the amount he drank, but the dwarves’ drinking capacity was nothing to mess with. The few bottles almost did nothing to him.

However, he would go all out like this in Abel’s place. Normally he would only drink a few mouthfuls for training purposes.

Grandmaster wines were his and his disciple Bernie’s training resource. There was nothing like it in the Central Continent.

He didn’t want the wine to go to waste in Abel’s place since he thought wines like this were useless to a druid who trained with the force of nature.

“Master Bennett, I’ll show you our skills!” Wizard Hutton finished eating and put away the last bottle of master wine in his portal bag.

The golden castle was ready, and a large teleportation circle was installed.

Ever since The Wizard Union granted Abel the highest authority, he had unlimited access to resources like this with his credit points.

Therefore he demanded the dwarves to install magic circles all over the golden castle and almost turned that thing into a magic tower—a magic tower unlike anything else.

Abel, Frankenstein, and Wizard Hutton stepped into the teleportation circle and immediately arrived at a place unlike any other.

They were in a teleportation room underground built according to his liking, but it was just one out of the many special rooms in the castle.

Abel looked around and saw patches of soothing gold. The ground was covered in a layer of expensive jade etched with magic patterns. They were not only for decoration, but they were a part of the grand magic circle of the castle.

The walls were filled with patterns as well, along with master-grade decorations.

An illumination circle illuminated the roof. Abel scanned it with his power of the will and discovered they were all controlled by a spirit.

Besides the teleportation circle were a few statues—top quality ones, of course, which added a hint of noble culture to the place.

Abel knew the dwarves understood luxury, but it seemed like they know about art and culture as well.

“Master Bennett, gold is too fragile in its normal state, so we needed a magic circle to stabilise it. Although each wall was built with its own magic circle, they all belong to the same system. If you want to damage the walls you must first break the defence of the castle!” Wizard Hutton smiled and introduced the castle.

“Amazing, I love it!!” Abel stomped on the ground and laughed.

The jade below him did not come from him. Instead, it was the special work of the dwarves to make them indestructible.

The jade was top-level work of alchemy, and they were extremely rare in the Central Continent.

The softness of the jade had a soothing contrast against the blaring gold on the wall.

They then stepped out of the teleportation room and arrived at the dungeon. The layout was similar. The only thing different was that it was filled with even more art pieces. Most of them were from Abel’s past inventories.

“Master Bennett, this is the core of the castle!” Wizard Hutton led Abel to a golden door and said.

He then stepped forward and opened the door for Abel.

It was the area for a spirit, and a spot was left empty.

There were many little lines connecting to the corners of the castle, so it was easier for the spirit to operate.

“Master Bennett, you can request one from the Wizard Union. We would be happy to provide one as well, but cultivating a spirit would take some time!” WIzard Hutton explained.

“Can’t a normal spirit do the trick?”Abel asked, confused.

Normal spirits could already operate a magic tower and have energy left over for research.

According to the words of Wizard Hutton, this castle needed a special spirit. How complicated was this place?

“Normal spirits can only operate half a castle. There are way too many magic circles. Learning all of them would take some time!” WIzardHutton said helplessly.

The designer and the magic circle maker of this castle listened to the instructions of King Dunba. Budget and manpower were not a factor.

Therefore, the magic circle makers and builders went with their imagination and using materials they wouldn’t dare to use in the past.

The elites of the dwarves were stunned by the final budget, but since they were running out of time, they had to agree.

However, it was until they were halfway done, they realized the thing was too complicated for a single spirit to operate.

Cultivating a special spirit for the task was not only a matter of time but a matter of luck as well.

Therefore, they left the final decision to Abel.

“I see. That’s easy!” Abel smiled and took out a box from his portal bag. It was an elf-style spirit surrounded by mana gems.

It was the magic circle spirit from the Lance continent, and it was unlikely that anyone in the Central Continent would recognize it.

He carefully took the spirit out and placed it on the area.

Soon, a green glow emerged from it and traveled through the little lines towards the magic circles around.

“Master, there are 215 errors in the magic circles. The potential power loss is 10%. Please confirm the puppets for repair!” The magic circle spirit’s voice emerged.

Wizard Hutton was put on the spot. He was embarrassed, but at the same time, he was stunned.

The dwarves made all the magic circles. Not a single elf had gotten involved.

Errors were unavoidable when making a magic circle due to how complicated the task was. Just a tiny misalignment could be counted as an error.

However, most of them would not affect the function of the circle. It would just decrease its power by a little.

All a magic circle maker needed was to ignite the magic circle successfully, and the magic circle would be counted as complete. No one would compare them in detail.

Therefore, Wizard Hutton was stunned by the power and speed of this spirit. It seemed like it was one with special knowledge in magic circles.