Chapter 485 The Elves Were Trying to Be Provactive

Really, Wizard Cyril was very disappointed to see how generous the elves were to Abel.

This cant do! Even the elves are so good to Grandmaster Abel. I thought we, the dwarves, were much better with him than them! How can we call ourselves brothers if we dont give something better to him?

These were things that Wizard Cyril was thinking to himself. Soon, he connected his power of Will to the large-sized teleportation circle. Right now, Abel had permitted all to access his magic towers. Since he trusted Wizard Cyril, he wasnt bothered if he did anything to use any of the magic towers functions.

Sorry, Grandmaster Abel. Ill be back to my clans for a while. Ill come back shortly.

After bowing to Abel, Wizard Cyril disappeared on the teleportation circle. In a few seconds, he teleported himself back to the Goff Family.

At the same time, the Goff Family elder still had a hangover. The next thing he knew, a white light suddenly flashed in front of him. Before any person showed up, two of the dwarven knights commanders already thrust their blades. As soon as they realized that it was Wizard Cyril, they quickly turned their blades away from him.

Cyril! Old Goff shook his head as he placed his wine bottle on the table, You really need to stop scaring me like this! And dont give me that excuse again! Are you sure that you arent the only wizard that doesnt use a door?

Wel, I guess I am in a rush, Wizard Cyril smiled. He then started sitting in front of Old Goff. Without anyone offering to, he started pouring himself a cup of the Masters wine. He wasnt wrong about him being in a rush. That was one second for him to swallow the whole cup down his throat.

A threatening glare emerged on Old Goffs face, You didnt come here to steal wine from an alcoholic, did you?

No, no, Wizard Cyril said as he was already done with his second cup, You know, Old Goff, Its been two days since Ive stayed at Grandmaster Abels place. The foods great. I can drink an endless supply of wine. If I didnt have to, I would have just stayed there the whole time before coming back.

When Wizard Cyril reached for the wine bottle, he realized that Old Goff was holding it in his hands.

Old Goff said impatiently, Hurry up and state your business, you lousy wizard! Im busy! I dont have time to have a long conversation with you!

Wizard Cyril finally behaved himself, Right. Im sure you didnt know about this, but I ran into some elves when I was at Grandmaster Abels place. They are probably there to help him build his magic tower.

So, he invited us and the elves? Old Goff raised his chin dubiously. In his mind, Abel would prefer it if there were a lot of people who knew about his construction work. Yet, if that was the case, why did he call for so many people to help with him?

What, is he better with the elves than he is with us? Old Goff asked.

Wizard Cyril explained, I dont think so, Master. When the elves came in the morning, Abel and the rest of his castle was very surprised. They mustve not expected such a visit.

Go on. Why did you come back? Old Goff asked.

Yes, about that, Wizard Cyril suddenly stood up and stretched his arms out, This, this is the size of the fine gold wood the elves gave Grandmaster Abel! Theyve brought down an entire tree just for him!

And it hurts for you to see that, I guess, Old Goff sat back in his chair. Obviously, he knew how precious fine gold wood was. If Wizard Cyril wasnt exaggerating, the amount the elves gave to Abel was the same as the entire familys stock supplies.

Yes, but thats not the point! Wizard Cyril was stomping on the ground like a child, Its not just the fine gold wood! The elves also gave him more precious wood! They are insane! All the stuff they sent out is the best there is!

Old Goff finally understood what Wizard Cyril was trying to say, So the elves think very lightly of us.

At this stage, there wasnt a single person that didnt know the connection between Abel and the Goff Family. In fact, the Goff Family was the only family that could receive the Masters wine directly from Abel. The other races might not understand, but to the dwarves, the Masters wine was already a very crucial resource.

Most dwarves only cared about two things: Wine and forging. Thats pretty much all they cared about. If Abel made the decision to only let the Goff Family handle his Masters wine, it would mean that the Goff Family had his utmost trust from the start. They were very tight, basically. Whenever someone mentioned the Goff Family, they would almost always remember the grandmaster blacksmith that they had such a good relationship with.

Wizard Cyril looked down in shame, You werent there, Old Goff, but I was there to see everything. All these exquisite materials. The elves were trying to slap us in the face, I tell you! Do you know how I felt back then? I felt like digging a hole and bury myself in it!

Alright, alright, just relax now, Old Goff said, despite the displeased look on his face, Ill still need you to watch for me, alright? Right now, Grandmaster Abels tower is still not complete. This is why weve sent you to help him out for ten days. We need you to be our good diplomat with him.

Wizard Cyril couldnt contain himself, Im not done talking yet, Old Goff! Do you know how good Grandmaster Abels food was? As the rumors have it, its even better than the dishes that are sold in Liante City! Can you believe that? The dishes in Liante City cost five hundred points each!

Thats the food that hes serving me and the ten workers! And its the same quality food every day! And wine! Every meal, wed have a giant barrel placed right next to the dining table! Its all-you-can-drink! ALL YOU CAN DRINK! And what! WHAT have we given him back? The materials weve sent. Even a piece of fine gold wood is more expensive than all of these combined!

Okay, okay! I get it! I get it, so just hear me out, okay? Old Goff rolled his eyes, Come on, Wizard Cyril, thats why youd have to go back as quickly as you can! Before you leave, though, pay a visit to our family storehouse. Bring everything of value to Grandmaster Abel. I dont care how expensive they might be. If we cant give more than the elves can, the entire Holy Continent will laugh at us.

Thats what I want to hear, Wizard Cyril said, then quickly disappeared from the scene.

So much for being an advanced wizard, Old Goff lay on his sofa exhaustedly, That temper of his! Geez, I shouldve tried to become a wizard when I was younger. Ill probably do better than hell ever be.

Actually, Wizard Cyril couldve had this talk with Bernie. In his mind, however, while Bernie just started handling some of the familys important businesses, it was still Old Goff who had the real power. Basically, it was just a lot faster if he was asking from the familys head.

Anyways, the most important thing for him was to get back as early as he could. The faster he could bring the gifts to Abel, the earlier he could make it before the construction work finishes. Most importantly, he wanted to have something to argue with the elves with.

When Wizard Cyril went to the big storehouse, he took out his portal ring and stuff in everything that he found useful. Of course, he had a scribe beside him to write down everything in record, but the speed he was moving everything away even the scribe had a shocked look on his face.

Finally, when Wizard Cyril made his way to the finished product section, he started preparing the one hundred iron puppets and giant ballistas that Abel ordered from him. Contrary to what Abel had asked, he didnt take the ones that were made for industrial purposes. He was picking the small-sized war puppets which, were not only harder to make, but the prices between them and the industrial puppets were also very, very different.