122 Morton's Magic Tower

"Finkle, I have already left Yvelines magic tower," Abel said, looking at that nimble fatty.

As soon as Abel spoke, the student of wizardries that were nearby changed their looks from friendly to a glimpse of despise. A few of them even stepped back, as if they were afraid that Abel was carried with a disease that would spread towards them.

"My God, what happened to you?" Finkle asked Abel with a look of sympathy.

"Nothing. I've told Novice Wizard Sam that I will be resigning." Abel didn't want to explain anything, but the behavior of the other student deeply touched him.

"Finkle, he's been kicked out of the tower. Be careful if you get too close to him you'll make the people from the tower angry with you!" one of the novice wizards kindly said to Finkle.

"If there's anything I can help you with, be sure to find me," Finkle spoke lightly and quickly hurried away.