Michelia slowly woke up, and the first thing she saw was the cold gaze that Joelson threw at her.

Michelia was shocked. And then she noticed that her clothes had been torn. Shame and anger surged up like a tide.

"You! You!"

Michelia blushed and the eyes looking at Joelson almost spat fire.

She pounced on him and wanted to fight him to the death. With a cold face, he casually threw out a force to blow him away and said coldly, "Use your head to think before you say anything."

Michelia was stunned.

The memory of Queen Stasi's possession flashed through her mind quickly.

Seeing that she had done such a lewd thing in front of him, and even took the initiative to tear her clothes, Michelia was so ashamed and angry that her face turned red.

Wait for her to accept all of her memories.

Joelson sneered, "Now you know what kind of existence the Moon God that you believe in is, right? Hehe."

Michelia's entire body was like a puppet whose soul had suddenly been sucked out.

This was a sign that her faith had collapsed.

Stasi had disguised herself too well. She had used the pure and kind hearts of the elves to deceive them into believing in her.

It was fortunate that these elves were too disappointing. Over thousands of years, they had pointed out a few saint-level masters. It was difficult for the elves to grow even if they stayed in the Elf Forest. Otherwise, Stasi would have caused them to fall into darkness long ago.

Joelson could not be bothered to care about Michelia anymore. Although she looked like a young girl, she was actually as stubborn as an old woman.

Joelson had directly destroyed the faith that she had believed in for half of her life, overturning the image of the Moon God in her heart. This fact would take her a long time to accept.

Bochilias. They strode out. Leas slowly woke up in Joelson's arms. She leaned on Joelson's chest and whispered, "Has the Moonlight Priestess agreed?"

Joelson smiled gently at her and said, "The Moon God has agreed. How could she dare to oppose?"

Leas looked confused.

But Joelson didn't want to tell her about Stasi.

The elves gathered outside the sacrificial temple. When they saw Joelson and Leas walking out, they retreated in panic.

The various screams and sounds of fighting in the divine shop had scared them.

Joelson looked at them coldly and threw down a platinum metal plate, which contained the same three platinum powers that he had left behind in the Fire Dragon God statue of the Akenshi tribe.

"The old prophet has protected you for five thousand years, so I will also protect you for five thousand years."

Joelson took Leas's hand and stepped on the back of Du Lu. From the sky, he looked down with a majestic voice toward the entire elven race.

"Tell your moonlight priestess, if you run into a crisis that you can't defend against, bring your token and come to Alcott to find me."

The dragon let out a long dragon roar and quickly disappeared into the sunset.

Only the elven race members were left staring blankly in the direction where Joelson had disappeared.

...

The Empire's Pearl, Princess Dayshannon, was going to marry Joelson Edward.

As soon as the news spread, it spread through the four empires and the entire southern region.

Everyone was excited.

The Capital of Alcott was filled with joy. It was a grand event.

It was said that Charles III was overjoyed. On the day of the wedding, he made Joelson the prince.

The purple thorn flower petals covered every street in the capital. Everyone's faces were filled with sincere blessings.

In the boudoir of the Princess in the palace, Dayshannon was dressed up and sat in front of the mirror, her face full of happiness and sweetness.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The long dress she wore was made by the best tailor in the capital, and it took months to sew it. Gold and silver threads were inlaid with all kinds of beautiful gemstones.

The other women of Joelson were all there. Each of them looked at Dayshannon with envy.

Dayshannon was the luckiest of them all.

A grand guard of honor had already been arranged in the Imperial Square. All the nobles gathered here and chatted enthusiastically.

The center of the conversation could never be separated from a name.

Joelson Edward.

He was a legend of the southern region that made all the people of Alcott proud.

The Old Viscount Morgan stood beside Charles III with a face full of joy. He never dreamed that one day, His Majesty the King would treat him with such respect.

Moreover, he now had an additional title, Father of the Prince.

The old swindler, Beard, had also become the object of everyone's attention. He was extremely pleased with himself at the banquet and was favored by many nobles.

Beard felt that it had been his life, no, the wisest choice he had ever made in his life, to test Joelson's magic talent.

If it had not been for that time, perhaps he would have expected 5 to fool the drunkards in some shabby tavern with a lousy spell in exchange for a few copper coins to buy a bar.

But now, he had become a proper fifth-rank mage. Even the marquis had to address him respectfully, "Sir Beard."

Harriet Terrence and Fred stood at the side, watching this grand event.

Harriet Terrence had a smile on his face the entire time.

"Being able to become Joelson's teacher is the most praiseworthy thing in my life."

I had already said this to Fred more than ten times. Fred could only humph in jealousy.

"My disciple isn't bad either." After saying this, he sighed heavily.

Don Quixote and Stephanie's talents weren't bad but, compared to a super genius like Joelson, they weren't worth mentioning at all.

The wedding ceremony was being prepared and the main character had yet to appear.

Right at this moment.

The palace emissary's excited and somewhat shrill voice rang out in the plaza.

"The central continent, the saint-level Dragonblood Clan, has come to offer a gift to the Platinum Throne, Lord Joelson Edward!"

Everyone was attracted by the voice and looked towards the source of the voice.

They only saw a group of people flying towards them from the sky.

Everyone's eyes were wide open.

Flying?

Saint-level experts!

So many?

The leader was a middle-aged man with a strong build. Behind him were more than ten young men and women, each of them exuding an extremely strong aura and blood.

When they landed on the square, they were like a group of human-shaped magical beasts that slowly walked over to them.

"So strong! Who are these people!"

Harriet Terrence and Fred looked at each other and saw the thick shock in each other's eyes.

Harriet Terrence stared at this group of people for a long time and said with a bitter smile, "The weakest among them has the ability to instantly suppress me."

Fred also nodded solemnly. As a knight, he could feel that the physical strength of these people was terrifying. He was afraid that he would not be able to take even a casual blow from them.

If these people deliberately came to cause trouble, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But fortunately, Harriet Terrence and Fred's guess did not happen.