When the dimensional gate inside China Unicom Magic Workshop unfolded in front of Geralt, Cialia and Drew holding Guan Haifa, the first time they saw such a magical scene, all three of them looked surprised and panic, and even looked fearful.

"Please come in three." Abel's voice came from behind the Dimension Gate. After Geralt and Cialia looked at each other, although they were still hesitant, they still mustered up the courage to enter the unknown Dimension Gate. Seeing both the clan leader walking in, Drew hurriedly followed him. Perhaps because of his trust in his clan leader, Drew did not hesitate too much.

After passing through the dimension gate, the three of them appeared in the hall of the Magic Workshop. While they were still looking around in surprise, Abel was already standing in front of the three of them leisurely, and opened his hands to welcome them and said, "Good morning, welcome to my Magic Workshop."

"Good morning, Mr. Abel." Geralt responded to Abel's welcome a bit stiffly at this time. The unknown and unfamiliarity always make people nervous. This building made of metal was beyond Geralt's perception. Although he was very restrained, he still showed some stiff movements.

"Please sit down, three, don't be too nervous, this is just a house." Seeing Geralt's nervousness, Eber smiled and asked the three to sit down, and at the same time ordered Ola: "Ola, prepare some drinks."

"Affect your will, master." The voice from somewhere responded to Eber's orders, which made Geralt and the other two more surprised, but they still sat down on the sofa in the hall under Eber's greeting.

The three of them who sat on the sofa for the first time were inevitably uncomfortable. Geralt and Cialia looked at each other awkwardly, then they leaned their backs against the soft backrest of the sofa as Abel. The sofa made of soft velvet made the three of them feel relaxed. Such a comfortable seat was something they had never experienced before.

Abel looked at the three of them with a smile. Seeing someone sitting on the sofa for the first time was also a novel experience for him. However, he still did not laugh out loud, but waved at Guan Haifa who Drew was holding. As his magic pet, he missed this little guy a little after only one day.

When Guan Haifa saw Abel calling himself, he quickly jumped out of Drew's arms, jumped on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa and fell into Abel's arms. The little guy stepped on Abel's knee and whined at him, as if he was blaming him for not going home last night.

Feeling the little guy's head intimately and feeling the emotions coming from the little guy, Abel comforted Guan Haifa while also calling Ola: "Ola, prepare grilled fish and milk for Guan Haifa, and barbecue must be also required, and also register its authority as my magic pet."

"According to your will, master, and the change of permissions has been recorded." The voice of Ora that sounded again was still mechanical and cold, which inevitably attracted the curiosity of Geralt and the other two.

"Mr. Eber, who was the one who spoke just now?" Geralt asked Eber. The feeling of hearing the sound of not seeing him was hard to hide his curiosity.

"That's Ola, the tower spirit of this magic workshop. As for what the tower spirit is, you're the house itself." Abel explained with a smile at Geralt. At this time, two round trays floated to Abel, and then landed on the coffee table. The trays were grilled fish and milk from almost Guan Haifa. They placed Guan Haifa in front of the food specially prepared for it. Then Abel picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Geralt and the other two, and asked them: "Captain Geralt, I don't know what's wrong with you here today?"

"I originally heard that you moved by Mr. Abel, I thought there was something unhappy or something misunderstanding in our Steel Leaf Tribe, so I came here to take a look, hoping to resolve the misunderstanding, but when I saw Mr. Abel, your new home, I understood why you moved." After Geralt saw Abel's magic workshop, his original concerns disappeared. If he had such a house, he would also want to move.

"Hahaha, it made the patriarch Geralt misunderstand. This is the magic workshop given to me by the teacher. As a mage, if you are unable to build your own mage tower, a magic workshop is the best place to live." Abel explained with a smile, but did not say much, but instead brought the topic to the gods of the Steel Leaf Tribe: "Tell me how was the festival held yesterday? Have your gods awakened?"

"Blessed by the ancestors! After yesterday's grand ceremony, Marron has woken up!" When talking about this, Geralt became obviously excited. Of course, he did not forget to thank Abel for his efforts and help: "It's thanks to Mr. Abel. Without your help, we could not do all this! I almost forgot, Mr. Abel, have you been injured better?"

"I had already treated myself yesterday, and it was basically fine, thank you for your concern." Yesterday, with the help of the treatment room of the Magic Workshop, Abel had already treated the damage caused by the erosion of magic power on his body. As for the invasion of divinity on his soul, if Abel was still alone at this time, it would naturally be a time bomb-like threat, but when he could contact the magic empire that spanned countless worlds, these divine natures that invaded his soul became a wealth.

For a wizard of Four Rings, these divinities may be very dangerous, but for the great arcanes of the Netherel Empire, this is not a problem. As long as Abel submits information about this world to the Empire's Council of Truth, compared with an untapped livable world, those great arcanes will not be stingy with solving this hidden danger for him.

Abel had figured it out at this time that if he had no means to contact the Netherel Empire, it would naturally not matter, but since he could obtain the help of the huge magic empire set in his background, why not use it? Maybe with the help of the Netherel Empire, he really has a way to return to Earth?

"Mr. Abel, I'll be relieved if you're fine. Otherwise, our Steel Leaf Tribe would owe you too much. This was originally something that had nothing to do with you, but it caused you so much injury." After Geralt politely spoke a few more words, he said to Abel with some difficulty: "Mr. Abel, can you help our human tribe fight against the empire?"

Hearing Geralt say this, Eber looked at him with interest and asked him with a smile: "Captain Geralt, how do you want me to help you?"

Faced with Eber's problem, Geralt thought about it and said, "I hope..."

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The capital of the Elf Empire, Lothen, is also the place of the royal court of Asuan, the kingdom of the High Elves. As the palace of Ingway, the king of Phoenix, who ruled all the high elves and the ruler of the entire Elf Empire, is located on the high mountain west of Lothen, and it is also the temple for sacrificing the elves.

The magnificent and holy shrine of the temple enshrines the gods of the elves. In addition to the supreme god of the elves, Asuyan, the god of wisdom, the goddess of luck, and other gods believed in the high elves, even the gods of gifts believed in by the wood elves, and the god of wild beasts, Kunos, are enjoying the offering here.

The priests and priests who worshiped the gods had a solemn expression, but in addition to being solemn and sacred, the atmosphere in the temple was also a little nervous. When many young priests were praying to the gods, their eyes unconsciously looked at a shrine next to them that had been covered by curtains.

It was the shrine of the forging god Val, but now this god has fallen. Not only is the statue collapsed, but even believers who believe in him have died on a large scale due to the fall of the god. The priests and priests who worship Val died particularly tragically, which cast a shadow on the hearts of other priests and priests.

The young priests were whispering, but the older priests were unwilling to stop them. The previous death of the forging god Val made these people who served the gods frightened. Even the prophets who were deeply loved by the gods in the past were pierced through their chests and died out of thin air. All the human slaves who believed in the forging gods were affected by the magic of the gods died. This made them worried all day long, worried that the gods they believed in would fall one day.

"The war ahead was not going well. Prince Vera's army could only maintain the front with difficulty and was shaking in the attack of the dark elves. I heard that the royal court had already asked for help from the wood elves." A priest with white hair and beard was discussing the war of the empire with another priest who looked younger. It is very rare for an elves who have lived for thousands of years. Most elves will only show their old appearance when they reach the end of their lives.

"Hey, I hope the reinforcements of the wood elves can help Prince Vera stabilize the front line, otherwise..." Before the younger priests finished speaking, they were interrupted by the commotion of the young priests in the temple. He and the older priests looked over with dissatisfaction, wanting to rebuke these young priests who were noisy in the temple of the gods, but when their eyes turned to these young priests and followed their eyes, even the two old elves who had lived for at least hundreds of years could not help but scream: "No!"
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