"Grandmaster Abel, your baronial title has been restored, but the Duchy of Kamai has no way to contact you for a while, so he has not been able to inform you!" "Duke Ernest saw that Abel was still worried about the matter of cutting the baron, and he was also extremely helpless in his heart.

Abel was still a master blacksmith at the time of the cut, and the most important thing was that at that time, Senior Wizard Cleaver forcibly asked for it, and His Majesty Ambrose had no choice but to agree.

Who knew that as soon as he agreed here, he cut Abel's title, and Abel became a blacksmith grandmaster over there, and what was even more tragic was that the principal senior wizard Cripple died like this, and directly let the St. Ellis Kingdom take the bar.

Who has the bad luck of the St. Ellis Kingdom, this kind of thing that even a high-level wizard will be killed, something that has not happened for hundreds of years, just like this, and the fourth blacksmith grandmaster in the whole continent, the first blacksmith grandmaster in the human world, also appeared.

At the same time, the Kingdom of St. Ellis encountered two impossible things, which made His Majesty Ambrose very helpless.

"My nobility has been restored?" Abel still likes to be a nobleman, because this will allow his family to live a better life in the world.

Abel's expression relaxed a little, the status of a baron is actually not too important to him, the main thing is that he is too aggrieved, a blacksmith grandmaster was actually cut by a duchy to take away a fief.

The reason why the barony is not important is because he wants the title very simply, just like the Duke of St. Poton in the kingdom of St. Poll, as long as Abel agrees to settle there, he will have an earldom and a large number of fiefs.

"It's not just the title that has been restored, the former king of the Duchy of Kamai, Lyondell George, has abdicated, and if you are still not angry, the Empire can take him to your castle and dispose of it at your disposal!" Duke Ernest said with a smile.

Abel couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and secretly thought that Duke Ernest didn't want to harm him, and took a king to the castle to be lynched, and then his reputation in the aristocratic circle would be over, and it would also affect the Harry family and the Abel family of Harvest City that he represented, these two families.

However, seeing Duke Ernest's sincere appearance, he understood in his heart that he wanted him to dissipate his anger, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Abdicate and abdicate, just don't let him appear in front of me!"

"Grandmaster Abel, you are too forgiving!" Duke Ernest bowed down and said, secretly relieved in his heart, if the Kingdom of St. Ellis really gave the king of a subordinate country to Abel, then the consequences would definitely be far-reaching.

"Duke Ernest, I'll go and greet the others!" Abel did not intend to accept the title of St. Ellis, and he was not even prepared to accept the title of St. Poll, because he did not want to bear a certain responsibility for accepting the gift of the empire, and everyone knew that these gifts were not gratuitous, and in the end they would be transformed into a certain return to the empire.

"Grandmaster Abel, don't you want to hear about His Majesty Ambrose's conferment?" asked Duke Ernest confidently.

He knew that after carefully studying all the information of Abel by the intelligence organization of the Kingdom of St. Alice, he finally made this gift, which may not be the best one, but he believed that it was the most difficult for Abel to refuse.

"Please!" Abel stopped, Duke Ernest's words made him curious, and turned to face Duke Ernest and said.

"Bestow upon you the title of Earl of the Kingdom of St. Ellis!" Duke Ernest said in a deep voice.

At this time, the Duke of St. Poton of the St. Poll Kingdom on the side sneered: "This condition is not generous, if Grandmaster Abel is willing, I can make you a marquis on behalf of the empire!"

Abel doesn't care about the level of the title, as long as he is alive, even if he is a lord, no one dares to underestimate him, and if the title is too high, if there is not enough ability in the family, and he is not there, it will cause trouble.

"Give Harvest City as your territory, all the nobles in the territory will become your territory, and the nobles in the territory will automatically become your vassals, if you don't want these nobles to be in your territory, the empire can replace the territories of these nobles. Duke Ernest continued confidently.

"Harvest City is only a grain production area, there are not too many mineral resources, it can only be regarded as an ordinary fief, and your St. Ellis Kingdom is too stingy!" Duke Stedon scoffed.

But unlike the Duke of Steaton, Abel is a bright eye, Harvest City is where his family is located, this kind of gift makes him twelve points satisfied, the minerals may be exhausted one day, but the quality of land is the permanent wealth.

Harvest City is at the forefront of the entire Holy Continent, far away from the war, if his fiefdom is determined to be there, plus his magic tower is built in Harry Castle, then even if some sporadic orcs come, it can be quickly cleared.

"Duke Ernest, does His Majesty Ambrose's grant require me to go to Denan City to be knighted? I may not have time to go there recently!" Abel calculated the time, now that the wanted has been lifted, and he is already an official wizard, the matter of the Magic Tower is about to be put on the agenda, and it is possible that there will be no spare time for a long time.

Duke Ernest couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard the meaning of Abel's words, he bowed down and said: "Grandmaster Abel, please rest assured, His Majesty Ambrose has explained that as long as you accept this gift, then it will automatically take effect, of course, Your Majesty Ambrose welcomes you to his palace at any time!"

"Congratulations to Grandmaster Abel!" Duke Stlton didn't have anything unusual because Abel had agreed to the title of the Kingdom of St. Alice, and bowed down to Abel with a smile on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's raise our glasses and drink together for Grandmaster Abel's Earldom!" Duke Ernest said, taking a glass of wine and holding it in his hand.

"Drink Sheng!" everyone present picked up their glasses and congratulated together.

In fact, everyone present knew that this earl title was just icing on the cake, and it didn't have much practical significance for Abel, but the concept of nobility was rooted in everyone's mind, and it was also a very congratulatory thing to be able to have a higher title.

"Grandmaster Abel, when will the food be served, you can't let me get drunk and not serve the food!" Bernie exclaimed at this time with a sip of wine.

"Everyone, it's my rudeness, because my dishes are special, and they must be the best when they are just made, so I didn't serve them in advance, but now that everyone is here, let's serve them!" Abel first bowed down and saluted everyone in the audience and said, the last sentence was said to the Arkwyn butler who was walking in because all the guests were already there.

Soon the servants began to come in with huge plates, and today because of the large number of people, Abel asked the kitchen to put the boiled fish, sweet and sour tenderloin, pork rib soup, and fried steak on large plates and put them on the table, and then let the guests take them on small plates, while the steamed eggs were put on the table in small bowls.

All dishes are watched by a special servant, and if there is a shortfall, the kitchen will be notified in time to make up for it.

As soon as the servants lifted the lids from the four huge plates, a strong aroma immediately filled the hall, and everyone, from wizards to nobles, looked intoxicated.

"Grandmaster Abel, only you can eat such authentic dishes here!" said Senior Wizard Lorenzo.

He had been a guest here at Abel once, and he had eaten in the Forgotten Lands, so of course he would sigh when comparing the two.

At this moment, several servants walked in with a tray with a small bowl containing steamed eggs, and walked to the table, and the servants carefully placed the small bowl on the table.

"You're welcome, my dishes here are made by the royal chef of the Kingdom of St. Poll, and this level is absolutely top-notch!" Abel said with a laugh.

"Grandmaster Abel, the chefs of the Empire don't have this level, you are humble, who doesn't know that the dishes you have created are the best in Leante City!" said the Duke of Stedon from the Kingdom of St. Poll.

"Grandmaster Abel, you're welcome, eat this steamed egg first, every time I think of this taste, I can't sleep at night, although the steamed egg in the Forgotten Land is also good, but it is far less than the taste you here!"