Abe the Wizard

“Uncle Marshall, can you call a few knight servants from your side over. I want someone I can trust to test this bread!” Abel said to The Lord of Marshall, who was just chatting with the Knight of Bennett.

“What effect does this bread have?” The Lord of Marshall asked curiously.

“It had increased my combat qi a little bit when I tried it just then, so it should be beneficial for knights!” Abel said with a smile.

“What? Increase combat qi!” Although The Lord of Marshall was an intermediate knight and he cultivated knight servants for Abel, it was the first time he heard about a food that could increase combat qi.

He then directly tore a piece from the bread and put it in his mouth before Abel could even say anything.

“Not bad, you ain’t lying. Maybe in 10 years, even a knight servant could become an official knight without training if he ate this every day!” The Lord of Marshall had worked his way to becoming a knight through years of hardship, unlike Abel, who was spoiled by potions.

Of course, The Lord of Marshall was just joking. He had a good understanding of his combat qi capacity. Even if someone became an official knight only by eating bread; at most, they would only have the combat qi of an official knight, their knight skills would still be rubbish.

“Uncle Marshall, you need to be careful. I’ve just made this bread; it hasn’t gone through any testing yet!” Abel face palmed himself.

Although Abel knew this bread was harmless, he still wanted a few knight servants to test it out first to make sure.

“You are right next to me, what should I be afraid of!” Said The Lord of Marshall with a laugh pointing at Abel.

Abel paused for a bit; he had a point. No matter what happened, at most, it would just take him another bottle of Full Recovery Potion, so he stopped stressing about it.

“Abel, can this bread be mass produced?” The Knight of Bennett asked from the side.

He had agreed to take care of Abel’s elite knight brigade, so having some nutritious resources were extremely important. On top of the knight training potions, he should be able to cultivate even more knights for Abel’s domain.

“These grains needed to be grown in a mana rich environment, and I haven’t figured out a way to grow it outside of the magic tower, so I can’t mass produce it for now!” Abel said, shaking his head.

“At most, how many knights can it support; you should know right?” The Knight of Bennett continued. He did not let Abel go easily.

Abel did some quick math and said, “Father, if the experiment is successful. At least 20 knights shouldn’t be a problem!”

“That’s quite a lot. I’ll pick out some knight servants with clear family background, secure them, and soon the Earl domain will have its first team of knights!” Said the Knight of Bennett in excitement.

Every big noble family would have their own family knights, cultivated from the ground up. Those Knight’s family would live in the domain, which created an unbreakable sense of loyalty. They were the main support of a big noble domain.

A family’s glory depended on how many family knights they had since they were responsible for the security of their domain.

Afterward, the Knight of Bennett turned to The Lord of Marshall, “Marshall, find some man on your side to test it out as soon as possible. If it’s ok, I’ll be the first in line!”

The Lord of Marshall almost jumped. “Bennett, don’t tell me you are going to take all 20 portions? I have Abel’s knight servants on my side, as well. They are family knights too!” He said in dissatisfaction.

Seeing the two were about to fight, Abel had to stop them even though they fight quite often “Just test it out first. If it’s ok, I’ll make more!”

“Good!” The Lord of Marshall and The Knight of Bennett exchanged another gaze and burst out laughing.

By this point, Abel Abel realized he had been played. The two knights were just putting up a show. They had been friends for many years, and they knew each other very well. Just a little gaze was enough.

Both of them knew if they didn’t give Abel a nudge, Abel wouldn’t put full effort on this. Combat qi wouldn’t do much to wizards, and wizards often looked down on knights.

Abel’s Earl domain was too big, and he didn’t have enough knights. They basically could not rule over this land.

Although wizards were very powerful, they were completely detached from the ordinary in the Holy Continued. The life of ordinary people was controlled almost exclusively by nobles and knights. Nobles were very knowledgeable, so they could take on many management roles. On the other hand, knights could fight and maintain the security of a domain.

At night, Abel returned to his magic tower and arrived at the Dark World through the teleportation door. He walked towards that piece of soil in Blood Moor. By that point, the wheat, oat, and barley he watered with the 3rd goddess’s fountain’s water mixed with normal water had fully grown.

This patch of gold had caught Abel by surprise since these crops normally grow at different rates. For example, he had chosen the winter wheat, which had a better texture in his opinion.

Normally winter wheat could only be harvested after 6 to 7 months, but only 30 days had passed in the Dark World, which meant the 3rd goddess legend was real.

The first batch of crops he had grown by combining the 3rd goddess fountain water through the Horadric Cube basically meant nothing. The Horadric Cube was a miracle. Anything could happen within it. But no matter what, it still confirmed the 3rd goddess’ legend. Its fountain water could nourish soils.

Abel harvested the 600 crops and directly shoved it into his portal bracelet. Abel wasn’t planning to use these crops for testing; instead, he wanted to use them as seeds to grow his first patch of crops in the Holy Continent.

Abel’s previous world had undergone the age of the internet, so his way of thinking was far superior to anyone in this world. However, he wouldn’t easily take out some of the ideas in his mind since they were too different.

Some parts of the Holy Continent also had a leg up compared to his previous world–puppets, for example. None of the robots in his previous world were even close to it.

Let’s not even talk about that Iron Monster, which could be summoned purely by magic. Therefore, Abel had rarely thought about this world with the logic of his previous world.

This time was just the same. He was not planning to change the harvesting method of this world. Although there were many aspects Abel could improve, he decided to just tackle watering and planting. As long as he explained it in Wizard’s terms, normal people would not be able to comprehend it.

On the other hand, wizards couldn’t care less about what Abel did–especially after killing 3 elite wizards.

The next day, Abel called Steward Lindsey over. Normally he was the man in charge of the castle and the land around it.

“Lindsey, find some farmers for me. I want them to help me plant some crops!” Abel requested.

“No problem, young master. I will find the most loyal farmers to serve you!” Steward Lindsey was one of the few elders that called Abel a ‘young master’ in Harry Castle, and he knew how important these crops were since he had requested him personally.

“Take care of these 3 types of crops for me. Use normal water to water half of them, and use the water I provide for the other half. I will tell a puppet to give you the water every day, but just keep it secret!” Abel said as he took out 600 crops from his portal bracelet.