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“It’s a head commander!” Abel’s eyes began to flash. These kinds of impose pressure could do nothing to him physically or spiritually. Although he could not unleash any impose pressure, his power of the will was miles ahead of that commander in front of him. Therefore, impose pressure could only excite his power of the will even more.

The commander got all his enemies under his control. As he looked at the situation at hand with satisfaction, he suddenly felt a strong breeze of wind coming from above his head. Before his soul even had time to react, a knight’s long spear had already appeared upon the top of his head.

“Ah!” The commander shouted. The body of the commander was surrounded by a layer of white combat qi, forming a combat qi armor.

“Dong!” The knight’s long spear struck upon the combat qi armor. Although combat qi armor had been blown off from the head commander, the massive force of the long spear had also been counteracted. That’s where the magic power of the “4#Nef” rune came in handy. It had the effects of rumbling off enemies. Just like that, the commander had been knocked back around 10 meters, exposing his defense.

Abel did not stop. He knew there was a chance the commander could strike back. That’s why as the commander was stepping back, Abel strike again with his long spear.

Again, the commander did not have the time to react, and he only blocked the Impact directly with his combat qi armor. Just like last time, the armor had been blown off, and the commander had been knocked back another 10 meters by the magic power of the long spear.

During the process of this attack, every noble within Triumph boulevard became alarmed. The nobles who were aware of how things had started began to recount how the royal soldiers had trampled over the rights and privileges of nobles. 2 official Lords and their family were unexpectedly being attacked by a group of royal cavalry. This news had brought the centuries hidden tension between the royals and the nobles into the surface of reality. The anger within the suppressed nobles began to break out.

At first, a few noble knights had joined the battle formation behind Abel, but soon more and more knights began to joint. Some nobles had even sent their own family’s knights to join the battle formation.

The commander had already been struck three times by Abel. The joints in his body were burning in pain, and his muscles began to twitch. If the commander had been struck a few more times like this, his life might come to an end.

“Stop!” Suddenly the atmosphere in front of the Abel seemed to be slashed. An ordinary old man appeared in front of him, stopping Abel’s attack with his hand. The massive force of his long spear was like a child’s toy within the control of the old man.

“Head commander Hoover!” Someone had shouted in shock; almost everyone had stopped their attack.

Abel had heard of this legendary head commander Hoover. He was the most powerful knight in Duchy of Carmel, a protector of the Duchy.

“My child, you have immense power. You should be the pride of the Duchy, not our enemy.” Said head commander Hoover calmly. His eye seemed to be able to see right through everything.

Head commander Hoover turned to the nobles in the scene and said, “I will find out who was responsible for sending out these royal guards. No matter which prince it is, he will pay for what he had done!”

“In regards to you... my child. Master Hoover from the Black Smith Union says hello to you!” Said head commander Hoover as he bowed to Abel.

“You are a Blacksmith Master?” Abel quickly bowed back as he proceeded to say, “Master Abel from the Black Smith Union says hello to you.”

“Haha, I had heard that recently Duchy Of Carmel had a new Master that has potential to be one of the great Black Smith masters. I always wanted to see you, but as you know, I can’t leave this city,” said head commander Hoover. He still sounded calm as ever, when he was talking or Abel, they sounded like good friends.

“From now on, you would be protected by the Black Smith Union and me in this city. No one would have the guts to disturb you anymore!” Head commander Hoover promised with a smile. Afterward, head commander Hoover had vanished into thin air in front of Abel.

“What had head commander Hoover said to you just then?” the Lord of Marshall stepped up and asked Abel curiosity.

“Didn’t you hear?” Abel remembered the Lord of Marshall was standing right by his side. There was no way he could not hear what heard commander Hoover had said.

“I could only see his mouth move. I did not hear a thing.” the Lord of Marshall replied.

Abel couldn’t help but admire how powerful head commander Hoover was. He could not just appear and disappear out of thin air, but he could also speak without others hearing what he had said.

“As soon as I saw the commander appeared, I immediately called my friends. It seems like they will be disappointed.” Mumbled the Lord of Marshall, as he put the cracked medal in his hand into his chest pocket.

One by one, the nobles began to leave after they heard the promise by head commander Hoover. Abel had also taken off his armor. He was covered in blood and ready to go back to his courtyard to take a shower. At that moment, a young man wearing a cloth gown appeared in front of him.

“Marshall, you’re still alive?” Am I late?” Said the young man with a smile to the Lord of Marshall.

“My God, Sam... it’s you. How come you still look so young after all these years?” The Lord of Marshall stepped up and gave the young man a hug.

The young man called Sam began to laugh loudly, “you knew it; that’s why I’m so busy every day.”

“What happened, why did you called me in such a hurry?” Sam looked around to the dead cavalry in gold armor at the scene. He then said with a smile, “It looks like a big battle took place here.”

The Lord of Marshall replied, “a commander had just appeared. I’m afraid I can’t fight him off, so I called you.”

“You are lucky, I’ve been in Bakong city for all these years but still rarely see a commander roaming around. Where is he now?” Sam doesn’t seem to be scared of the commander. He only seemed to be teasing his friend.

“Head commander Hoover took him away.” Said the Lord Marshall pointing towards the direction which head commander Hoover had left.

“Head Commander Hoover? It seemed like that royal bastard must be in big trouble. That’s what you get for always stirring things up.” Said sam with ease.

“Abel, come here. This is my adopted son Abel. I’m going to take him to the wizard examination in the year after next year. We will give you trouble for being our middle man.” The Lord of Marshall held Abel and introduced him to Sam.

Abel was a bit shocked to see the young man in front of him. This friend of the Lord of Marshall looked way too different from him. The already entered middle age Lord of Marshall looked like he was from an entirely different generation compared to Sam.

“H...h...hello!” Said Abel nervously as he bowed.

“No worries, you can call me uncle sam.” Wizard Sam said with a smile. Then he then turned towards the lord of Marshall in somewhat of a suspicious way and asked: “why did he have to wait another two years for the examination?”

The Lord of Marshall replied, “he is only 13 years old; he needs to wait until 15 to do the examination!”

Abel felt very nervous as he watched the two men talking about his future as a wizard.

“Look at him, he is so strong, so why wait until he turned 15? That age requirement was only for weak noble kids. With a strong body like that, he could go do the examination any time,” Wizard Sam said to the nervous Abel with a smile.

“I can do the examination now?” Said asked with excitement.”

“Not now, but if you want, you can be my Wizard follower for now. When I have free time, then you can do the examination!” Sam smiled at the excited Abel.

“Of course, I want to. I want to be a student of wizardry!” Abel burst these words out without even thinking.

The Lord of Marshall could not understand what was going on in Abel’s mind. This kid had always wanted to become a wizard, while completely disregarding his gift to be a powerful knight and the honorable status of a Black Smith Master. However, since Abel insisted, the Lord of Marshall decided to help him accomplish this wish.

“Sam, Abel is my adopted son and my closest friend. I hope you can treat him well!” The Lord of Marshall bowed to Sam and said in a serious manner.

“What are you doing? Abel is my nephew, so of course, I will treat him like my family member. You can stop worrying now.” Said a Wizard Sam certainly upon seeing the sincerity of the Lord of Marshall.

(Volume 1 ends)