Making Things Difficult
Making Things Difficult
If not for these past failures and the immense value of these two treasures, the intermediate deity of Gosford would never come to the human world. He would be risking getting captured by humans. The worgens wouldn't dare to take his treasures even if they had killed Abel, but human wizards were different. They would keep the treasure if they had the chance.
Abel was following Wizard Morton when a cool breeze blew upon his heart. He felt some kind of danger. He was still very new to his new sensing ability. He could only try to look around, trying to find where the danger was located. However, he was in the Wizard Union's branch headquarters. Almost all wizards here were able to be a threat to his life, so his senses were basically useless.
Wizard Morton slowed down his steps, he turned and asked Abel in a caring tone "Abel, are you not feeling well?"
"Teacher, I'm fine," Abel shook his head, trying to get the sensation out of his head.
Abel quickly followed up with the steps of Wizard Morton. When they walked around the center of the hall, he saw a big wall rounded by wizards. The wall was filled with words, swimming up and down.
"That's the mission list. In the future, you can use your wizard badge to directly accept missions from the teleportation circle in the magic tower." Wizard Morton said, turning his head after seeing Abel's curiosity.
"Why are those wizards accepting their missions here. Isn't it more convenient to stay at their own magic tower?" Said Abel in a puzzled tone.
"Not all wizards like to be locked in one place. Many of them travel around the world to seek chances to increase their rank," Wizard Morton replied.
"Then how do they meditate?" Abel thought, without a magic tower or a place filled with mana such as the dark world, they would not have a place to meditate.
"You've only seen the surface of the wizarding world. This world is very big, bigger than you have ever imagined. There are many other ways for wizards to practice. Concentrating magic circles as well as hunting to get fresh new crystal cores are some of the common ways wizards go about their training. Especially getting a fresh crystal core: they can increase a Wizard's meditation speed by a lot. If crystal cores didn't always solidify after 2 hours, all wizards will be much more powerful.
Since Abel had the Horadric cube, this untimely solidification wasn't a problem. He could even stop the explosion of an exploding big sword.
His rate of progress was too slow. When he was a knight, he was continuously spoiled by his progress. Now, as a wizard, he felt like his training speed was very slow. Although he seemed like a genius to other people, Abel knew that he had an extra ten days per night to practice. So, it had actually taken him three years to progress from rank 1 to a rank 3 wizard.
If other wizards knew what Abel was thinking, they might have wanted to strangle him to death. Three years was still an exceptional rate of progress. Many rich wizards would start using the 'constitution potion' when they were ten years old and start training. If they could become a rank 2 novice wizard in 3 years, they would already be considered as a genius.
Take Carlos, for example. He had been training under wizard Morton since he was very young, and he had only reached the level of a rank 3 close to rank 4 wizard around his 20s. He had been meditating for more than ten years, and Camille was similar. Wizard Morton had cultivated them like they were his children. If Abel did not appear, they would have been the last disciples of Wizard Morton.
"Abel, we are here. Don't worry, Wizard Blight won't give you a hard time," Wizard Morton comforted Abel with a smile. Wizard Morton still thought he was worried about the examination after seeing Abel's distracted face.
"Ok, teacher!" Said Abel trying to calm himself down.
There was a huge door scattered with patterns. Wizard Morton moved to the side and said, "According to the rules, you have to try to open this door yourself until we can see the Wizard responsible for examination.
Abel nodded lightly and placed his hand on the door. The patterns on the doors began to glow, and he felt his mana being lost. Afterward, the door slowly opened.
"Nice! Only a rank 3 wizard can on pen this door, now let's go!" Said wizard Morton, patting Abel's back. He was not surprised at all.
Behind the desk in room 3 was a Wizard in a white robe. After he saw Wizard Morton, he immediately stood up and welcome.
"Welcome, Wizard Morton!" Wizard Blight said. This was not what Wizard Morton had expected at all. Wizard Blight was very polite. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, forming an X and did a wizard bow.
Wizard Morton replied with a Wizard bow as well and said: "Wizard Blight, please examine my disciple!"
Putting both arms in front of the chest and bowing, was a friendly greeting between wizards. It symbolized peace in the upcoming interaction.
"This is your disciple?" Wizard Blight looked up and down at Abel and said with a smile, "Actually, the examination won't even matter. Your disciple has already completed fulfilling the rank 3 wizard pattern."
Abel felt lifted when he heard these words. He thought that the examination would be over in a moment, but Wizard Morton was calming, staring at Wizard Blight, waiting for the words that followed.
After a while, Wizard Blight proceeded to say, "But according to the rule of the Wizard Union, I need to arrange a novice wizard to have a friendly battle with your disciple. From that, I will access your disciple's mastery in his spells."
"Go ahead!" Wizard Morton said, nodding his head. Although this rule did exist, it had often been skipped. Since Wizard Blight especially raised this request, it seems like things wouldn't go smoothly.
Wizard Blight said with a smile, "Wizard Morton, you are so unlucky. All the novice wizards responsible for examination just so happen to not be here today. Can you come back again tomorrow?"
Wizard Morton darkly thought to himself. There's trouble, as expected. Our original examination is pushed back until tomorrow.
Wizard Morton could not refuse since Wizard Blight was still doing things according to the rules.
"Ok, we'll come back tomorrow morning. Are you sure there will be novice wizards for battle examination around that time?" Said Wizard Morton to Wizard Blight in a deep voice.
"Of course. You don't need to worry. Just come back again in working hours tomorrow morning, and I will arrange it for you!" Said Wizard Blight certainly.
Seeing there was not much he could do. Wizard Morton turning his head towards Abel and said: "Abel, let's go."
By that point, Abel had understood. Although this Wizard Blight seemed like a nice guy, he was trying to give both of them a hard time. Abel was angry, but he could also do nothing about it.
As they were leaving, Abel walked around the mission list again. A message suddenly attracted his gaze.
Mission number: 388
Mission requirement: soul catching grass
Mission duration: unlimited
Mission reward: 100: 1 credit point, unlimited.
He had put his soul catching grass in his Kong Kong spirit portal bag. He could not take it out here, so he could only try to remember the mission number and follow Wizard Morton out of the hall of the Wizard Union.
"Teacher, aren't we going back today?" Asked Abel after he saw Wizard Morton had left the Wizard Union branch to headquarter.
"We'll stay here for the day and come back tomorrow morning. This place was pretty nice, and you just had a taste of it." Said Wizard Morton with a smile.
It seemed like this entire city was revolving around the Wizard Union. Every shop sold things related to wizards.