Chapter 473 (1/2)

Lindsey was raised by the Harry family in Gangba city. Their family has been the steward of the Harry family for generations. Only after Lord Marshall had the territory, did they come to the harvest city together with Lindsey.

Because the industry of leant city may involve the resources of all witches in the future, Abel attaches great importance to this industry. It is a common method for large families to use the professionals trained by the family to manage business.

Although the Harry family in harvest city is thin, there are still some of them with their backs to the Harry family in gomba City, and Abel's contract can add an absolute guarantee to their loyalty.

Because Bartoli was left to work in harvest City, Lindsay, the Butler, took Abel back to the second floor on the left side of the castle, where he used to live.

Lindsey opened the door, and Abel went in. There was no change in the furnishings. The floor and furniture were very clean and tidy, which should be the result of someone's cleaning all the time.

”Little master, I'm back!” Lindsay said softly. He could see that Abel wanted to be quiet for a while, so he bowed out.

Abel stepped on the stone ground and came to the weapon rack. The weapons on it were the same as before, just because someone often maintained them, and every one of them gave off a natural gas.

He took a breath of the air full of the smell of maintenance oil, looked at the hall, and his eyes were full of nostalgia. Soon after he came to the world, it became his home. Maybe it was not as luxurious as the city of Lyon, or even as luxurious as the palace of Gangba.

But there is a taste of home, which alone makes any other luxury incomparable.

That night Abel rarely went into the dark world. After taking a bath, he lay on the feather bed and fell asleep, smelling the sunshine on the quilt. This night, he slept soundly, even without a dream.

The next morning he was woken up by the sun. The sun shone on his face through the window and through the white curtain. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar room. Then he woke up and went home.

After opening the feather quilt, Abel washed and went to the front of the wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe, which was full of clothes. These clothes were bigger and bigger from the size when he left, and they were almost every size, up to the height of two meters.

It seems that although he is not at home, Lord Marshall is still making new clothes for him according to his height. Although it's just a small thing, but the touch of silk makes him feel good to have a home.

After changing into a set of aristocratic clothes, Abel went out of the auxiliary building. Lord Marshall was practicing swordsmanship in the yard. It seems that the rich life did not let him lose the training of knights.

”Uncle Marshall, let's compete!” Abel saw that Lord Marshall was also very interested in practice. He took a knight's sword from the weapon rack beside him and held it in his hand.

”Come and see if your swordsmanship has improved!” Lord Marshall laughed with great pride.

It seems that at this moment he forgot that Abel was already a fake Knight Commander. His knight's sword was in his hand, and a puncture came to Abel.

Abel used a move of raising the knight's sword from the bottom to the top in front of him to block the knight's sword. Then he turned around and swept across. The knight's sword in his hand rushed to Lord Marshall with a sound of breaking through the air.

Lord Marshall put the big sword in front of him to block Abel's sweeping power, and then the big sword slashed at Abel's body. The movements of the two men were very standard, or they were both born of orthodox knights. Abel's sword skills were taught by Lord Marshall, so there was no danger to practice the fine color.

However, Lord Marshall is still old. Although he has been training as a knight for a long time, his body began to deteriorate unconsciously because of his age.

”No, your sword skill is very skilled, and it seems that you are experienced in all kinds of battles. Most of the knights who have stayed in miracle city don't have your fighting experience!” Cried Lord Marshall, stopping the sword in his hand.

Abel listened to Lord Marshall. He just smiled, and who could know that he was so easygoing in appearance. He had to fight intensively almost every day. Although it was mainly the way of wizard fighting now, how many times in the early days were wandering between life and death.