The little wolf seemed to find the feeling in Abel's arms in his arms. He rubbed his little head gently into Abel's arms, making Abel itchy. He couldn't help but gently caress the little wolf's head with his hands. The little wolf kept lifting his head up while he was touching, as if he hoped that Abel's caress would not stop.

Abel stood up with a little wolf in his arms and walked towards the slow horse. Now that there is this little wolf, Abel doesn't want to spend the night in the forest at night. There is no food here that can fill the little wolf's hunger, and only then can return to the castle.

When Abel approached the slow horse, the smell of the little wolf made the slow horse feel a little uneasy, and his front hooves kept trampling on the ground, looking very anxious.

Abel then remembered that for ordinary horses, the wolf was their natural enemy. From the instinct of life, the horse was afraid of this creature. Fortunately, the little wolf was just born. Under Abel's comfort, the two horses gradually calmed down.

Holding two slow horses, Abel held the little wolf and did not ride a horse. It was not a very safe thing to ride a horse in the forest. In addition, the sky was slowly getting dark. Although there were slow horses, I could only walk back. Fortunately, the little wolf's weight seemed too light for Abel. He basically didn't use much force so that the little wolf could lie in his arms very comfortably.

As he was walking, Abel felt the little wolf's mouth approaching his face, and licked his face with his little tongue, and couldn't help but look down at the little wolf.

A pair of clear and flawless eyes were looking at Abel. It turned out that the little wolf had opened its eyes. Abel looked at the little wolf's eyes. At this moment, he felt the little wolf's attachment. He felt that he had become everything about the little wolf. This loyal creature chose the master who was loyal to his life at the first moment of his birth.

Abel stretched out his other hand and placed it on the little wolf's head, recalling the mount enhancement technique. Although he did not strengthen the little wolf now, he could use the mount enhancement technique to link the little wolf's soul level.

Abel said a strange orc spell in his mouth. There were a lot of words praising the beast god in it. If there were other people, this statement alone would make Abel hanged by the temple of humans. Of course, it was first of all, under the premise that someone could understand it. At this moment, Abel didn't care about this indifference forest outside.

Most of the skills of the orcs are filled with admiration and awe of God. The reason is that the skills of the orcs are taught by sacrifices who believe in the beast god, and the missionary spirit of the sacrifice will be directly reflected in these skills.

As Abel's spell Abel felt a strange force passing through the space in the void, accompanied by the hand that was casting the spell on the head of the little wolf, a green light emitted. Slowly, the green light became bigger and bigger, surrounding Abel and the little wolf. In the green light, Abel felt the call of a weak heart, and slowly this feeling became stronger and stronger. The weak heart sent its love to Abel with a simple emotion of joy, a love that was pure to the extreme without any distractions.

Feeling this love, Abel surged from his heart aroused a wave of touching from the depths of his soul. He used his love to return to the weak heart. When the weak heart received his response, the joy was instantly passed on to Abel's soul.

The green light became increasingly fainter and disappeared into the air with shame, but this kind of spiritual communication did not disappear. As long as Abel thought about the little wolf around him, he would immediately feel the little wolf's thoughts.

Looking at the little wolf connected to his soul in his arms, Abel remembered that he had not given the name to the little wolf yet. What's the name? Looking at the little wolf's black fur, it seemed like a destined coincidence. The first name that came to mind in Abel was Black Wind. He imagined the little wolf running like the wind when he grew up.

"Your name will be Black Wind in the future." Abel passed this idea to the little wolf. The little wolf seemed to not understand it very much. Abel's idea was too complicated for the newly born little wolf.

"Since you have agreed, I will call you Black Wind in the future." Without feeling the little wolf's denial, Abel directly decided on the name.

After walking back for a while, Abel came to the battlefield just now and saw the werewolf on the ground. Abel remembered that this was a military achievement. If he threw it here, how could he calculate his military achievement? What if no one believed it?

Throwing the werewolf's corpse from the ground on a horse, Abel led the horse and hugged the little black wind, slowly moving forward in the darker forest.

After walking for a while, Abel had to stop and make a torch with branches. He was lucky. There were not many large beasts on this journey. Except for encountering a few snakes, he finally walked out of the forest after several hours.

When we arrived at the entrance of the castle, the castle was different from usual. Torches were lit on the castle's guardrail and guards patrolled it all the time.

"Who?" The guards on the guard wall found the figure in front of the castle and asked loudly.

The guards patrolling around heard the sound and kept running towards this side. Several bows and arrows were already aimed at Abel.

"I am Abel, open the door and let me in." Abel put the torch closer to his face, so that the guards on the guard wall could see him more clearly.

"It's the young master who is back."

“Master Albert.”

A different cry came from the guardrail, and the heavy gate of the castle was opened in a dull sound.

Abel led two horses into the castle. As soon as he entered the castle, he found that the open space in the castle was full of dense tents. His entry made the people in these tents poke their heads out, and then he heard countless people greeting him.

“

Hello, Master!”

"Master Abel!"

“Master Albert!”

Abel looked carefully and saw that these were all peasants in the territory. In order to avoid the orc team entering the castle, the order was issued when Abel left during the day.

The Marshall Knight in armor has not slept yet. Tonight, he was very worried that Abel did not return to the castle. After careful investigation, he found out that Abel was leaving the castle to test the newly made weapons, but he did not come back until dark. The Knight had sent several scouts to investigate, but there was no news.

On the one hand, Abel was adopted to allow someone to inherit his castle, and on the other hand, it was to help his good brother Bennett solve the problem of the second son. But to be honest, in the short few months after Abel arrived, both the castle and the Knights of Marshall themselves benefited a lot from Abel.

During the attack outside Harvest City, the Knights Marshall obtained a weapon shop in Harvest City. Now the weapons equipped by the knights are also magic weapons forged by Abel. Moreover, since Abel became a master of blacksmiths, the Knights Marshall's identity in Harvest City has also improved, and everything is the change brought about by Abel's arrival at Harry Castle.

The Knight Marshall recalled everything Abel did and was even more worried about his disappearance. At this moment, there were noises coming from the castle. Just as he was about to go out to check it out, the butler Lince had already walked in quickly.

"Master, Mr. Abel is back." The butler Lince said breathlessly. This butler who has always been polite is rare.

"Here you back!" Knight Marshall quickly walked out of the room. On the square of the castle, he saw Abel immediately unloading a body to the ground.

The Knight Marshall approached and asked in surprise: "How could there be a werewolf's corpse?"

When he looked up, Knight Marshall saw the little wolf in Abel's arms again, and was even more surprised. He pointed at the little wolf with his finger and said in a trembling tone: "Is this a wolf cub? Oh my God, he is really a wolf cub. Have you recognized his master?"

As a knight who had returned from the orc battlefield, Knight Marshall knew very well how rare it was to be a wolf cub. He was shocked by Abel's return so late and brought back a wolf cub and the corpse of the werewolf.

The preciousness of the wolf cub is Marshall Knight is more clear than anyone else. The werewolf corpse that appeared at the same time as the wolf cub shows that the werewolf is at least a strong wolf cavalryman of level 6 or above. Don’t talk about the difficulty of killing the wolf cavalry, but just say that the sixth-level strong people are not something Abel can resist, so why would they be killed?
Chapter completed!