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編集者: Exodus Tales

"Mr., this is?" Finkle asked in shock. He was just staring at the air, opening with admiration, wondering where the warm air come from. When Abel's spell popped out of nowhere, Finkle almost jumped; he thought their carriage was attacked.

"Nothing, I'm just practicing spells," Abel said, and took out a jade from his portal bag and began carving it.

Finkle was not an idiot. He knew that in order to make a spell, you needed to make hand gestures, and Abel did not make any hand gestures. It was not normal for the "frozen armor" to just appeared out of thin air, but it was better for him to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to maintain his position.

Afterward, Finkle watched Abel carefully carved on his jade. Sometimes Abel would suddenly leave a deep cut in the jade. There were even a few times the carving knife was heading straight towards his finger, but it always stopped just in time. Abel never hurt himself.