Abe the Wizard Chapter 778 - Attitude

Chapter 778: Attitude

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Although Abel had confirmed it and his scent was obvious, Master Peter was still stunned out of words.
Master Alfred beside him had his jaw dropped as well. All this time, he had been thinking about how he should comfort Abel after he failed.
The idea of Abel succeeding never even came across his mind. No one had ever broken this level in 1000 years, and Abel did it.
This was not as simple as Abel becoming a Master Alchemist. It was hope for all Elite Alchemists.
Countless elite alchemists had failed during these years, and each impacted the confidence of future elite alchemists. In the end, all of their courage vanished, and becoming a master alchemist had become an impossible task.
Only Elite Alchemists on the verge of death would try to break through since they no longer have anything to lose, and their chance of success even lower.
Abel gave other Elite Alchemists a sense of hope. It was actually possible.
In the past, Elite Alchemists had come up with countless excuses to explain why they couldn’t become a Master Alchemist. Some said it was the environment, and others the resources, and some say it was a change in genetics.
All of these excuses suggested one thing, Elite Alchemists could not become Master Alchemists.
“The prestigious Master Bennett, Master Alchemist by honor Alfred from the Angstrom City Alchemy Union, begs you to write down your leveling up process for the Alchemy Union when you have time!” Master Alfred did a huge bow and said sincerely.
“Master Alfred, that’s my duty. I’m very thankful for the support the Angstrom City Alchemy Union had given me all this time. I wouldn’t have been able to get where I am without the union!” Abel bowed back.
His alchemist journey was inseparable from the Angstrom City Alchemy Union. From the start, Loraine had inherited the alchemy skills from the Angstrom City Alchemy Union, and later Abel had gotten large amounts of resources from them.
Although the resources were exchanged through his alchemy work, he still needed the Alchemy union to gather those resources from all over the world of elves.
This was why he could make enough potions to help him level up from an elite alchemist to a master alchemist in such a short period of time.
Also, he obtained all the alchemy knowledge was through the Angstrom City Alchemy Union. It would be very reasonable for him to write down his experience for the Angstrom City Alchemy Union.
“Amazing. With your record, the Angstrom City Alchemy Union will be the most popular in the Holy Continent. You are the first successful master alchemist in 1000 years. Your experience will be precious for reference.” Master Peter was blunt. His only goal in his life was to help more alchemists become master alchemists.
“I’ll head to the library now and write down my experience!” Abel bowed.
He knew his condition. Since he had become an intermediate wizard, these days of leisure would come to an end. He needed to shift all his attention to the Dark World.
It was best to settle everything here and get back to his wizard circle in Harry Castle as soon as possible to practice his intermediate wizard lifesaver ‘move in a flash’. This spell was the biggest motivator for him to become an intermediate wizard.
“Master Bennett, please!” Master Alfred bowed and said.
Master Alfred could no longer treat Abel as a fellow. Although they say Master Alchemist by honor was a Master Alchemist as well, in reality, there was a big difference between the two. Actual Master alchemists were 3 times more likely to successfully make an advanced potion than Master Alchemists by honor, Elite Alchemists.
Not to mention those top-level potions; they were only achievable by Master Alchemists. Their formulas were extremely rare in the Holy Continent, and their ingredients were extraordinarily difficult to gather.
Still, they had moved the hearts of countless due to their terrifying effects. With a new Master Alchemist, there would be newfound hope for this originally impossible task.
Abel arrived on the first floor from the basement. Master Alfred then yelled at another Alchemist, “Strike the alert bell 30 times!”
That alchemist was stunned. He couldn’t remember what striking the alert bell 30 times meant. The Alchemy Union alert bell would only be struck during crucial times, and normally they would only strike it 24 times at most.
“What are you waiting for? Go!” Master Alfred yelled again.
“Yes, Master!” That Alchemist snapped awake again and quickly ran out. After 10 steps, he suddenly came to a halt. He suddenly remembered what 30 strikes signify, so he speeded to the hall even quicker.
Abel arrived at the library once again. The 2 masters by honor respectfully stood by his side and opened the library’s hidden door for him.
Master Peter carefully picked up that orc skin book with the 5 Master Alchemists’ documented experience and handed it to Abel.
Meanwhile, Master Alfred moved a desk and a chair from outside. The special inland rune pen was prepared.
This ink and rune pen was crucial to the library. Even though no one had been able to use it during the past 1000 years, it always needed to be at standby for a Master Alchemist.
It was a special ink that could preserve its form for thousands of years, and the rune pen was specifically made for this ink. Those things were extremely high value, and they were all made for a Master Alchemist to document his experience.
Abel sat down and picked up the rune pen. He dipped it into the ink, opened the orc skin book, and found a blank page behind the 5 Master alchemists.
This orc skin book was not made with ordinary orc skin. Thousands of years had passed, and it looked as though it was just made.
Abel thought for a moment. Other than the secrets he could disclose, he had written down every step of his transformation. Since he thought as he wrote, it had taken him more than 1 hour to complete.
As he began to write, a barrier circle was ignited in this room to give him peace of mind during his documentation process.
Bell sounds began to emerge from the sky of Angstrom City. These continuous bell strikes made many elves confused. They had never heard the bell being struck so many times.
Master Mara minded her own business in her alchemy lab. At first, she didn’t care too much about the bell sound, but as the bell went off, she suddenly felt her heart twitch. By the time the bell stopped, she was completely stunned.
“Someone had become a Master alchemist!” As a Master Alchemist by honor, she knew what 30 bell strikes signified. An Alchemist had achieved the unachievable.
Someone in the Angstrom City Alchemy Union had succeeded? Who could it be?
Was it Master Alfred?
Or other masters?
Master Mara no longer felt like making potions. She stood up viciously, flew through her door, and yelled at her steward to prepare a carriage.
All the alchemists from the alchemy union in Angstrom City went insane. It didn’t matter if they were in or out of town. They all immediately stopped their task–no matter how important it was–and gathered around the alchemy union.
In the Grand Ducal Palace, Grand Duke Edwina and Duke Albert exchanged glances.
“how come I’m not surprised at all?” Duke Albert said with a smile.
“Same. I have been shocked by him too many times. I’ve become numb to it!” Grand Duke Edwina also smiled.
Abel’s level up would bring great changes to Angstrom City. This City had given birth to the only Master Alchemist. From now on, all alchemists would treat it as a Holy City.
As the manager of Angstrom City, a lot was going through Grand Duke Edwina’s mind.