Abe The Wizard Chapter 164
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Abe the Wizard Chapter 164 – Taking Soul Potions Again
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Abel brushed himself clean in the water and took out his clothes from the Kong Kong spirit portal bag. It was a breath of fresh air. Seeing its owner had already cleaned himself, Black Wind also jumped out of the water and head towards the shore shaking its butt.
“Black Wind, NO!” but no matter how loud Abel shout, he could not stop Black Wind from shaking water off its body. All his new clothes were now wet.
“You bastard!” Said Abel irritatedly, lightly hitting the back of Black Wind.
“Woof woof!” Black Wind did not care at all, instead, he leaned its head even closer to Abel, lightly closing its eyes comfortably allowing Abel to hit him.
Seeing his clothes were already ruined by Black Wind, Abel gave up on trying to fix it. Therefore, he grabbed a hold of the back of Black Wind’s head and threw him straight back into the water in one breath.
With the laughter of Abel, The woo woo sound of Black Wind, the calming sound of water, and the sound of ocean waves from a distance, this long lost human camp was filled with a lively atmosphere once again.
The sky was getting dark, so Abel took out the Akara tent and entered it with Black Wind. This place was very safe; even the area outside of the camp could not see a single creature move.
Sitting on a chair out of ambergris wood, Abel would felt a slight impose of dragon down below. Since he had become an Elite Knight, Abel was a lot more sensitive to imposes. This kind of chair made by ambergris wood used to only give Abel a slight relaxation to his power of the will. But now, this sensation had been emphasized many times. The dragon impose on the ambergris wood was a very soft and comforting, and it worked even better with the impose of an elite Knight.
Even Black Wind, who was by the side, could see the benefit of the ambergris wood and the meditation jade. It laid its body on the floor made out of meditation Jade tiles and leaned against the bed made out of ambergris wood.
By that point, Abel was feeling very peaceful in his heart and body. A calming atmosphere spreader from the meditation Jade tile floor to the barrier dimension. Every breath he inhaled he felt like he was getting even more relaxed.
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He then opened the Horadric cube, there were 2 bottles of the dark gold-colored soul potions’ at the corner of Horadric cube. The last time he had only used one bottle of this ‘soul potion,’ his knowledge on magic greatly increased. He had 2 bottles here, and the weak little souls also needed these potions to nourish.
Abel took out one bottle of the ‘soul potion’. After a bit of consideration, he also took out his carving knife, multiple types of jade, the pattern scroll for the fire spell ‘warmth’, the pattern scroll for the ice spell ‘ice bomb’, the pattern scroll for the electric spell ‘charging bolt and put them all on the chair made by ambergris wood.
Abel held the ‘soul potion’ on his hand; he deeply admired it as he stared at the dark gold liquid within. After 3 trials he had come to a conclusion. This soul potion was made by the soul of at least 500 creatures of hell. It was only in this world he could get so many capable yet weak souls from those creatures of hell.
He tilted his head back and poured the ‘soul potion’ into his mouth. At first, he wanted to control the ‘soul potion’ to nourish the weak little souls first. But once the potion had entered his mouth, it had turned into an uncontrollable gas rushing towards his brain. He was not able to control it at all.
He had learned his lesson from his past attempt of inhaling the ‘soul potion’. When he entered into a state similar to the flash of realization, he did not let his thoughts go crazy. Instead, he began to think about the basic 11 knife skills of the carving knife. A simulated Abel appeared in his mind. His hand was holding a carving knife, carving on the surface of a jade. The 11 knife skills were being executed one by one right in front of his eyes.
The state in which Abel was in seemed to be subconscious, but he felt like he was also able to control some of his actions. It was very weird. The 11 knife skills were not hard to learn at all, and Abel had mastered all of them including the direct cut, side cut, fast cut, slow cut, sharp cut, smooth cut, dance cut, soft cut, hard cut, flat cut, and reserve cut in almost no time.
Abel was confident at this point if he had a carving knife with him, he could certainly execute all 11 basic carving knife techniques perfectly.
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However, every second from now on was very precious. He did not fully master the ‘frozen armor’ spell last time, so the simulated Abel in his mind began to work on it again. The speed of unleashing the spell slowly increased and the spell was getting simpler.
At last, the spell of ‘frozen armor’ was simplified. All he needed to do now to unleash the spell was to say “Frozen armor! and it would only take one second to be released. As the ‘frozen armor’ turned into ice flakes and vanished into thin air from the body of simulated Abel, the realization state of this spell had also ended.
Abel then began to practice the 3 new spells he had learned. First, he chose the electric spell ‘charging bolt’. This was the only beginner rank spell that was able to unleash a group attack. Ever since he saw the Fallen camp which looked like a sea of red made up of Fallen, he yearned for these types of group attack spells. Therefore, he picked this spell first.
The soul potion was really showing off its usefulness. Normally if Abel was to learn a new spell, it would still take him 8-10 days to learn the most basic one. However, under the influence of the ‘soul potion’ in this state of realization, the simulated Abel in the mind of Abel only needed to attempt the ‘charging bolt’ spell around 10 times until he could execute it.
As he attempted to do the ‘charging bolt’ spell more and more, it’s pattern and words he needed to say to execute spell had gotten simpler. In this state of realisation, he did not know how much time had passed.
At the end, he only needed to simply say “charging bolt!” to unleash the spell.
The time it took to unleash the ‘charging bolt’ spell was also 1 second. Abel realized in his state of realization, maybe it was impossible to shorten these more complicated spells such as the ‘frozen armor’ and the ‘charging bolt’ to the 0.5 seconds of the ‘fire bolt’ spell.
After the ‘charging bolt’ realization state had completed. The ephemeral effect of the ‘soul potion’ in Abel’s mind had already been used up.
Afterward, Abel took out another bottle of ‘soul potion’ from his Horadric cube. Just as he opened the bottle and about to pour it down his throat, Black Wind had woken up.
Seeing the dark gold color’ soul potion’ on the hand of its owner, Black Wind felt an instinctive urge to jump towards its owner. However, he was bound by the powerful force of his soul chain, so he could only remain still, gaze locked on the ‘soul potion’ with all his might.
Abel noticed the weird look on Black Wind’s face, he fully understood in his heart that these ‘soul potion’ could attract the attention of all beings with a soul. However, he only had one bottle and he needed it for himself, so under these circumstances, he could not give this bottle to Black Wind.
“Black Wind, go lay back down. There will be a lot of chances in the future for you to try one.” Abel half-heartedly commanded and half-heartedly comforted Black Wine wind through the soul chain.
After Black Wind had received the message through the soul chain, he had gotten more clear-headed from his half-awake state. Although the ‘soul potion’ was very attractive to it, it knew that it was its owner’s potion, so of course he wouldn’t even think about taking it. Therefore, it would retrain its desire for the ‘soul potion’ and went back to where he was laying down, enjoying the pleasure brought about by the meditation Jade and ambergris wood.
Abel smiled. He understood how Black Wind was feeling through the soul chain. Although it really wanted the ‘soul potion’, it knew its owner had first priority and held back its desire for the potion. Abel was very happy because of this.
Abel drank up the last bottle of ‘soul potion’ and entered the state of realization again. The simulated Abel in the mind of Abel began to test out the pattern for the ice spell ‘ice bolt’. This spell was clearly much simpler than the ‘frozen armor’ and ‘charging bolt’. It only took simulated Abel around 20 times until he could execute the spell to perfection his mind.
After around 100 attempts of doing the ‘ice bolt’ spell, it was simplified. Now all he needed to do was to say “ice bolt!” to unleash the spell, and its time of execution was 0.5 seconds, same as the ‘fire bolt’ spell.
Seemed like the ‘ice bolt’ spell and the ‘fire bolt’ spell were the simplest beginner spells.
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