"Master Abel, you really work hard!" Master Thorin's voice came from the side at the end of a set of knight training.

"I'm just not idle, moving!" said Abel with a smile as he put the sword into the space bracelet.

At this moment, a dwarven attendant walked in, bowed down and said to Master Thorin, "Master Thorin, there is a guest outside who said that he is going to visit Master Abel!"

"Who got the news so quickly?" asked Master Thorin to the dwarven squire.

"Master Thorin, the patriarch of House Lester and House Gerald!" replied the dwarven squire.

"Master Abel, the Lester family and the Gerald family are the big families in Muya City, and if you want to stay here, they can help you a lot!" Master Thorin explained, seeing Abel's doubts.

"Master Thorin, I don't have time to waste on these things, I won't see anyone here!" Abel came from the noble circle, and he knew very well that once this kind of visit began, he didn't know how many dwarves were waiting for the opportunity to visit him, even if he spent the whole day on it, it would not be enough.

"It seems that Master Abel doesn't want to stay in Muya City anymore, and the thoughts of the City Lord of Beaufort have been in vain!" Master Thorin said with a laugh.

"I won't stay in Muya City, I have my own plans!" Abel said with a smile.

"Actually, Master Abel, you can stay in the dwarf race, the dwarf race is a tolerant race, you have also seen, there are humans and elves in our city, they can all live with the dwarves normally, you have a lot of trouble in the human world, although the blacksmith guild has come forward, it is difficult to change the decision of the wizarding guild!" Master Thorin persuaded softly.

"Master Thorin, I'll return to the human world, it's only a matter of time, I'll be stronger before then!" Abel said confidently.

"I don't advise you, since you have a plan, then don't scruple, you don't have to worry about these families, the real rulers of the dwarf clan are the blacksmith guild and the dwarven wizard guild, the blacksmith guild will always support you, the dwarven wizard guild and the human wizard guild are not a system, and the wizarding guild of the kingdom of St. Ellis does not fully represent the human wizard guild, your title of brewing master is deeply loved by all dwarves, including those dwarven wizards. Master Thorin said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

At noon, Bartoli retrieved several custom-made dresses and gowns from Raphael's clothing store, and when Abel put on the dress, it was noble and gorgeous but unassuming, elegant and dignified without losing mystery, and Bartoli praised the Raphael elf tailor's craftsmanship with an aristocratic eye.

Even Abel, who has no research on clothes, feels that this dress is no worse than the level of the master dressmaker of the Principality of Kamai, no wonder people often say that elves have a natural sense of beauty, whether it is architecture, decoration or clothing, they can bring beauty to the extreme.

In the afternoon, two carriages departed from the inn, one was the carriage in which Abel rode with Master Thorin and Bartoli, and the other contained the three barrels of master wine that Abel had brought to Master Robin, which was a gift he had prepared and the dwarves' favorite gifts.

Some distance from Master Robin's residence, Able had already heard the sound of the hammer striking the iron, the sound of the flame burning, and the sound of the hot iron sizzling into the water, which made him seem to be back to the time when he had studied blacksmithing with Bentham for a moment, and these sounds made him feel very familiar.

"Master Thorin!" As soon as he reached the door, a young dwarf in a short gray suit shouted at the sight of Master Thorin, then turned around and ran inside, shouting, "Master Thorin is here, Master Thorin is here!"

"Master Abel, this is the teacher's youngest apprentice, Secy, and it makes you smile!" Master Thorin was deeply rude to Secy's behavior, and explained with a helpless smile to Abel.

"Stinky boy, I told you a long time ago, don't be rough, you can never be a good blacksmith!" a rough voice came, and a stout dwarf with a white beard followed behind Secy, constantly teaching him a lesson, while Secy grimaced as he led the way.

"Master Abel, the teacher's temper is much better now, but in the past, he had to do it directly!" Master Thorin turned his head and whispered to Abel.

"Thorin, I know that when you come back to see me, an old man, I thought we wouldn't meet until the master party!" Master Robin stepped forward and grabbed Master Thorin's shoulder, slapping it so hard that Able seemed to be able to hear the rhythm of the iron.

"Teacher, you light, your body is still so strong!" Master Thorin said, shrinking his shoulders back.

"Haha, of course, I'm at the age of the most forge, and I won't stop the hammer in my hand until I craft a piece of heirloom equipment!" Master Robin laughed and let go of Master Thorin.

"Who are these two?" asked Master Robin, recovering from the joy of meeting his disciple, as he saw Abel and Bartoli beside Master Thorin.

"I am Master Benthham's apprentice, my name is Abel Harry, and I have come to visit you on behalf of Master Bentham!" Abel hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"What kind of master is Bentham, he is the hardest working one in that batch of apprentices, but unfortunately his talent is not enough, his master is just the name of the people around him, he really deserves the word master!" Master Robin heard Bentham's name, thought for a while, and couldn't help but shake his head and said.

If anyone else dared to say this about Master Bentham, Abel would definitely clash with him, but the old dwarf in front of him was the most qualified to say this, because both Master Bentham and Abel's own forging skills came from this old man.

"By the way, your name is Abel Harry!" Master Robin suddenly thought of something, looked at Abel in surprise, and continued, "Master Abel?"

After Master Robin finished speaking, he looked at Master Thorin, and when he saw Master Thorin nodding to him, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Come in, Sorrin, why didn't you say earlier that Master Abel was here!"

"Master Robin, you still call me Abel, I'm still your next-generation disciple!" Abel said as he let Master Robin advance.

"Regardless of Bentham's affairs, we are still equal generations, the tradition of the Blacksmith Guild, as long as you are not a personal disciple, as long as you become a master, you are all equal!" Master Robin and the others entered the courtyard, and he couldn't help but laugh happily when he heard Abel's words, because no matter what, as long as Abercan said this, then this master blacksmith was already a blacksmith in his line.

"Master Robin, this is my butler Bartoli, and I have a little gift for you!" Abel introduced Bartoli's identity again, and then pointed to the carriage with three barrels of master wine behind him.

Master Robin's eyes lit up when he heard the gift, Abel's other identity is the most famous brewing master in the dwarf clan, and the master wine brewed is highly sought after by the dwarven high-level in the dwarf clan, although Master Robin has not drunk it, but he has heard of it for a long time, and now he can't help but be happy when he sees the wine barrel.

"Boys, stop, come here. As soon as Master Robin entered the courtyard, he shouted, and several of the dwarves who were forging in front of the open-air blacksmith shop stopped what they were doing, knowing full well that Master Robin would not let them stop forging unless it was something of great importance.

"You are very fortunate to have two master blacksmiths here today, one is Master Thorin whom you are very familiar and the other is Master Abel!" Master Robin introduced.

Master Thorin visits his teacher once or twice a year, so he's a regular visitor, but Master Abel is the legendary master blacksmith who is said to be the closest to the grandmaster, and several dwarven blacksmiths look curiously at the young human who is smiling and nodding at them.

"Why don't you go and bring the three barrels of wine from the car behind me to my room!" Master Robin commanded in a loud voice.

It is estimated that this is the main reason why he asked his disciples to stop the forging in their hands, Master Robin led the three of them to the hall, and he glanced back uncomfortably halfway, and then shouted: "You give me a little care, if I break it, I will peel your skin!"