Lindsey was cultivated by the Harry family in Gomba City, and their ancestors have been the housekeepers of the Harry family for generations, but after Lord Marshall had a territory, he came to Harvest City with Lindsay.

Because the estate of Leant City may involve the resources of all the wizards in the future of the family, Abel attaches great importance to this property, and using the professionals trained by the family to take care of the business is the usual means of large families.

Although the Harry family in Harvest City is thin, but with the Harry family in Gomba City at their back, there are still some of these talents, and the contract in Abel's hand can add an absolute guarantee to this loyalty.

Because Bartoli was left in Harvest City to attend to business, Lindsay, the butler, took Abel back to the two-story annex to the left of the castle, where Abel had previously lived.

Lindsey pushed open the door, and Able walked in, the furnishings inside had not changed from before leaving, the floor and furniture were very clean and tidy, probably the result of someone having been cleaning.

"Young master, I'm stepping down!" Lindsey said softly, and he could see that Able wanted to be quiet for a while, so he bowed and withdrew.

Abel stepped on the stone ground and came to the weapon rack, and the weapons placed on it were still the same, but because someone maintained them frequently, each weapon emitted a solemn aura.

He took a breath of air filled with the smell of maintenance oil, and looked at this hall, his eyes were full of nostalgia, not long after coming to this world, this place became his home, maybe this home was not as luxurious as Leante City, or even the mansion of Gomba City.

But there's a taste of home here, and that alone makes it unmatched by any other luxury.

That night, Riabel rarely entered the dark world, he took a bath and lay down on the feather bed, smelling the smell of the sun on the quilt and fell asleep, this night he slept very peacefully, not even dreaming.

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

Pulling back the feather quilt, Abel washed up and then came to the closet, opened the closet, and it was full of clothes, which were from the size of his departure, to getting bigger and bigger, almost every size, up to two meters tall.

It seems that although he is not in this home, Lord Marshall is still constantly making new clothes for him according to his height, although it is only a small thing, but the slightest touch makes him feel that it is good to have a home.

Changing into a set of aristocratic clothes, Abel walked out of the annex building, where Lord Marshall was practicing swordsmanship, and it seemed that the rich life did not let him leave behind the training of knights.

"Uncle Marshall, let's Bibi!" Abel said as he saw Lord Marshall practicing, and he casually took a knight's sword from the weapon rack next to him and held it in his hand.

"Come on, let's see if your swordsmanship has improved!" Lord Marshall laughed haughtily.

It seemed that at this moment he had forgotten that Abel was already a pseudo-grand knight chief, and his knight's great sword was raised in his hand, and a piercing pierced towards Abel.

Abel put the knight's greatsword in front of him from the bottom up and made a flirtatious move to block Lord Marshall's knight's greatsword, and then turned and swept away, and the knight's greatsword in his hand rushed towards Lord Marshall with a hint of a sound that broke through the air.

Lord Marshall put the big sword in front of him to block Abel's sweep, and then the big sword slashed diagonally towards Abel's body, the movements of both of them are very standard, or both of them are orthodox knights, and Abel's sword skills are from Lord Marshall's teachings, so although the sparring is exciting, there is no danger.

However, Lord Marshall is still old, and although he has never stopped training as a knight, his body has begun to deteriorate unconsciously due to age.

"No, your sword skills are already very proficient, and it seems that you have experienced a hundred battles, even most of the knights who have stayed in Miracle City do not have your kind of combat experience!" Lord Marshall said as he shouted and stopped the great sword in his hand.

Abel just smiled when he heard Lord Marshall say this, who could have known that he had to engage in intensive battles almost every day with such an easy-going appearance, although now it was basically based on the fighting style of wizards, but in the early days, how many times were hovering between life and death.

"Abel, you prepare, we will leave for Bennett City in a while, where is your black wind?" Lord Marshall asked when he suddenly thought of Abel's wolf.

"Here, I'll release it!" Abel tapped his hand on his chest, and a black hole appeared in front of him, and the black wind ran out of it.

As soon as the black wind came out, he whispered and complained to Abel twice, this time it had been locked up for two days, which made it very unaccustomed to being almost locked up in the space beast ring.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you something to eat, and I'll meet Uncle Marshall first!" Abel stepped forward and rubbed Heifeng's head and said with a smile.

Black Wind bowed to Lord Marshall and nodded, a look of greeting, which surprised Lord Marshall.

"Black Wind is bigger and smarter than before!" Lord Marshall said, looking at Black Wind enviously.

Black Wind heard Lord Marshall praising it, and craned his neck triumphantly.

"Uncle Marshall, I'll help you find a good mount after a while!" Abel said with a smile.

I didn't dare to find a good mount for Lord Marshall because I was afraid that he would get into trouble, the mount was not a carriage, and no matter how good the carriage was, it could not be seen from the outside, and if Lord Marshall rode a mount that was too good, it was likely to be coveted.

After all, Lord Marshall is only a mid-level knight, and a royal warhorse of this strength will get him into trouble, let alone anything else.

He is different from Abel, who has been a master blacksmith for a long time, and everyone who fights his idea must take into account the revenge of the blacksmith guild.

But there will be no problem in the future, this area is his territory, plus he plans to build the magic tower here, the safety of the entire Harvest City will not be a problem.

"Abel, this is what you said yourself, I want a horse that is more stylish, preferably white, you know that I like white the most!" Lord Marshall knew that Abel had a lot of connections now, and it was not difficult to get a better mount, so he was not polite to him.

When Black Wind heard Lord Marshall say that he liked white, he looked at himself, then at Lord Marshall, and then at him humanely, and returned to his master's side.

"Recently, you have used gold-level blood melting potions, blood tonic potions, and condensation potions, don't save them, I have a stable source of those potions, and once the potions in the family are less, I will immediately replenish them!" Abel could see that Lord Marshall's own potential was running out, and without the potions, he could hardly be promoted.

He was afraid that Lord Marshall would not be willing to use the knight's cultivation potion, so he clearly told Lord Marshall that there were a lot of potions.

"That's a golden potion, a potion that can only be refined by a high-level alchemist, and the materials are rare, do you really think I don't understand?" Lord Marshall glanced at Abel, obviously feeling that Abel was bragging.

Helplessly, Abel looked around, casually threw out an isolation circle, and activated it, and then he stroked it on the space bracelet, and a bunch of golden potions appeared on the ground, a large pile of various potions, and it seemed that there were almost thousands of bottles.

"This and this, this ......" Lord Marshall was stunned by the golden quality potion in front of him, didn't he say that the golden quality potion was difficult to make? Doesn't it say that the materials of the golden quality potion are extremely rare? How could there be piles of them.

"Because there are too many potions here, I'm afraid that there will be trouble if they are all put in the family, so I want the family to use some of them, so I'll make up for them, it's okay if I run out here, I'll buy some more from my friends!" Abel said, pointing to the golden quality potions on the ground.

Abel was lying, of course, these potions were his usual exercises, and he had always kept them, but it was only because of Lord Marshall's concerns that he took them out and showed them.

If Lord Marshall wants to increase his lifespan, the only way to do so is to become a Knight Chief, and then find a way to attack the Grand Knight Chief.

This is also the reason why Abel wants him to use more potion shock, and the side effects of those potions are not in his consideration at all, as long as a bottle of 'comprehensive rejuvenation potion',