Abe the Wizard Chapter 909 - Helping Hand

Chapter 909: Helping Hand

Abel followed Steward Jonah into a room. It was not a place he could live long term. He needed a stand-alone house, but Count Hutt was busy.

He wanted to ask Count Hutt for an ident.i.ty after he was done with his work.

“Mr. Bennett, Dinner is ready. Young master Hutt wants to invite you!” Steward Jonah knocked on Abel’s door before the dark and asked.

Abel soon followed Steward Jonah into the dining room. It could hold 20 people, but at that moment, the only one waiting was Count Hutt.

“Mr. Bennett, I’m very sorry I’ve been so busy!” Count Hutt stood up and bowed.

Abel realized Count Hutt was not looking good. All his excitement had completely faded. “Count Hutt, what happened?” Abel couldn’t help but ask.

“The potion failed!” Count Hutt replied as though all energy was drained from him.

“A master alchemist failed?” Abel heard he mentioned the name Master Muir before.

Abel was the only Master alchemist in the Holy Continent. He had never met another Master alchemist, but he had never failed before.

“Master Muir was very confident, but he still failed. My father might not make it through a few more days!” Count Hutt did not have anyone to talk to, so he just poured out everything to Abel.

“Count Hutt, was Duke Bart being poisoned?” Abel asked.

“Yes, my father was poisoned out of nowhere. I’ve invited many top-level doctors, and they said potion made with blood strengthening gra.s.s was his only option!” Count Hutt lowered his voice.

“Count Hutt, I’ll do a trade with you. If I can save Duke Bart, you will give me a recognized ident.i.ty!” Abel did not hold back as well.

Defusing poisons was like a walk in a park to Abel, but he already helped Count Hutt, so many times, he had to ask for something in return.

“Mr. Bennett, you can save him?” Count Hutt suddenly stood up in excitement.

“Count Hutt, I am a master alchemist as well, and I am well known for defusing poisons!” Abel lowered his voice.

“Mr. Bennett, if you can save my father, I’ll agree to anything!” The only thing in Count Hutt’s mind was saving his father. He was a kind son.

“Give this potion to Duke Bart!” Abel took out a Dark World antidote and handed it over.

Count Hutt held the strange black-colored liquid in his hand and hesitated, but he knew it was the last chance of saving his father. He clenched his teeth and held the potion tight. He then said with a bow, “Mr. Bennett, please forgive me. I won’t be having dinner with you!”

“Do as you like!” Abel smiled.

After dinner, Abel returned to the room in the castle and waited for Count Hutt’s good news.

“Father, are you cured?” Count Hutt said with excitement. The grey on Duke Bart’s face faded, and liveliness returned.

“What potion is that? I felt my body easing up as soon as I drank it down!” Duke Bart asked curiously. He was suffering to the bones, and it was gone in one sip.

“Mr. Bennett gave it to me. He did not tell me what it is!” Count Hutt thought for a moment. He was very desperate, so he ran off before he even asked anything.

“You are such a child!” Duke Bart shook his head with a smile.

“Father, Mr. Bennett wants a recognized ident.i.ty!” Count Hutt suddenly remembered Abel’s request.

“Is there any problem with this Druid Bennett? How come an elite druid doesn’t have an ident.i.ty?” Duke Bart asked with a frown.

“Father, I don’t think he has a problem. He told me he is also a master alchemist. Although I don’t know his past, if he really is a master alchemist, that should be fine!” Count Hutt laughed.

“Master alchemist?” Duke Bart paused for a moment. He was reminded of the effect of the potion. It was definitely no ordinary thing. Only a master alchemist could take out such power.

“He saved you and saved me. Then we should try our best to help him. Let’s hope we didn’t help the wrong person!” A confirmed look flashed in Duke Bart’s eyes as he lowered his voice.

“I’ll go organize it tomorrow. What about the court?” Count Hutt asked again/

“Judge Angelo had been in his position for too long. I’ll have a chat with my old friends. He should take a rest!” A cold flash emerged from the eyes of Duke Bart.

He was poisoned and almost lost his son. It was time for the Lenny Family to flex their muscles.

The next day Abel sat in the guest seat of the Dining room during lunch. Duke Bart in the master seat had regained his strength. His vigor was on full display.

He smiled from time to time, and Count Hutt was looking excellent as well.

As Duke Bart was about to pour some spices into his soup, Abel stopped him. “Duke Bart, please wait!”

Abel smelled something odd the moment Duke Bart opened the spice. It was a slight sense of poison.

“Master Bennett, anything wrong?” Duke Bart stopped and asked in confusion.

“Duke Bart, I think I know how you got poisoned!” Abel pointed at that spice jar.

Duke Bart’s face changed. It was his favorite soup complement from the human n.o.ble. Due to his aging taste buds, it was one of the only things that could still trigger it.

Only his closest friends knew about this habit of his. If there was a problem with the spice, someone in his family must have betrayed him.

“Mr. Bennett, are you sure?” Count Hutt knew how serious this problem was, so he wanted to confirm.

“I am a master alchemist. Even the slightest sense of poison won’t escape my nose!” Abel was not put off by Duke Bart’s distrust. He was a n.o.ble as well. He knew how serious it was to get poisoned by food.

Any elf in charge of the food of n.o.ble elves would need to serve them for at least 10 years, and the Lenny family had cultivated most of their servants from birth. Their loyalty shouldn’t be a problem.

Afterward, Duke Bart pushed away his food and said to Abel as though nothing happened, “Druid Bennett. I’m very thankful for your help. The ident.i.ty you asked for is confirmed, and I’ve organized a mansion for you. To further express my grat.i.tude, I also planned something special, but that will take a little longer. I hope you are satisfied for now!”

He nodded at Count Hutt, and Count Hutt took out an ident.i.ty card filled with patterns. He then handed over to Abel with a contract.

“Duke Bart, Count Hutt, thank you for your help!” Abel happily held the ident.i.ty card in his hand. It was an elite guardian druid ident.i.ty card for the Lenny Family.

A Duke was very prestigious in every kingdom but unlike other Kingdoms. The elves’ New Asia Kingdom was the product of a huge organization. The druid alliance. The most important organization for the elves.

Even the wizard Union recognized an ident.i.ty card made by Duke Bart so that Abel could use a teleportation circle as Druid Bennett in the future.

“I’ll get going now!” Abel knew that Duke Bart still had some family business to take care of, so he stood up and bowed.

“Steward, help me send Mr. Bennett off!” Count Hutt yelled.

Count Hutt was cautious with the way he addressed Abel. He wouldn’t expose his master alchemist ident.i.ty. There was a traitor in the Lenny Family.

Abel left with a bow from Steward Jonah. He casually summoned and began to make his way to the mansion on the contract.

Although the mansion was not in the best location, the street was still filled with n.o.bles.

Abel stopped in front of the gate. At that moment, a steward was already waiting for him. His name was Eden, and he received a command from Count Hutt earlier to greet Abel.

Abel followed steward Eden around the mansion. He then met up with the 3 half-elf servants in the mansion.

He was very happy with the place. He felt safe. After his power was stabilized, he would start exploring the Dark World again.

Much like most mansions, there was an underground dungeon. It was the best place to store fruit and wine. The original owner of this place even built a designated wine tasting area.

Abel decided to turn that area into his training room. It didn’t take much work. All he did was move the tables and chairs to open the s.p.a.ce.

He set up a protection circle, barrier circle, and mana gathering circle. Just like that, his training s.p.a.ce was complete.

Days pa.s.sed, and Abel returned to his normal training schedule. However, things began to change in Bay Law City after he saved Duke Bart.

Duke Bart’s recovery put Judge Angelo in an awkward situation, and the Harmon family behind him was attacked by the Lenny Family.

Soon there were rumors about Judge Angelo bribing a servant from the Lenny Lenny Family to poison Duke Bart. This forced the Harmon family to let go of Judge Angelo. Just like that, the authority of Bay Law City was left empty.

The Lenny family’s victory did not affect Abel. He was sick of the power struggle even during his days in the Holy Continent. He was back at his good old schedule: reading during the day and going into the Dark World at night.

However, not everything was in Abel’s control. When he thought everything was settled, he got a guest in his mansion during his 6th day in Bay Law City.

“Master, the prestigious master Muir wants to see you!” Steward Eden said and bowed as though he was stunned by something. The serious look he normally had on his face completely vanished.

“Organise some juice. I’ll greet him!” Abel lowered his voice.

He was a master alchemist himself. He knew how hard it was to become a master alchemist, so he had to treat them with respect. He had to greet him personally.

Abel saw an elf in a robe as soon as he opened the door. “Welcome, the prestigious master Muir!” He said with a smile.

Master Muir did not say anything. He looked up and down at Abel. Abel’s scent gave out a strong sense of childlike youthfulness. It was almost unbelievable for a master alchemist.

Especially since Abel looked like a full-grown elf, he heard that he was a rank 17 druid. His confusion made him speechless for a moment.

Ever since the oak tree had entered his body, it was almost impossible for him to hide his life force. Any powerful figure would be able to sense it.

“Are you Druid Bennett?” Master Muir couldn’t believe himself.

“Yes, I am Bennett. Do you want to come in and chat? My steward has already brought on the juice!” Abel smiled and bowed.

“Druid Bennett, please excuse the way I’ve acted!” Master Muir bowed back.

Abel knew Master Muir did not have any bad intentions. That antidote he gave Duke Bart must be what attracted Master Muir.

Abel was right. Master Muir went to see Duke Bart the moment he got the news that he was cured.

Duke Bart was badly poisoned, and the potion Master Muir made had failed. So there could only be one explanation: another master alchemist had gotten involved.