For some unknown reason, Leas was very happy.

When Joelson returned home, he was only willing to bring her along. Did this mean that her position in Joelson's heart was more important than that of the twin sisters?

...

"Teacher."

Joelson explained the situation to Harriet Terrence. He hoped to return home and gain some experience for a period of time.

Harriet Terrence nodded slightly and reminded Joelson seriously again, "If you meet an opponent that you can't defeat, protecting your own life is the most important thing."

Joelson indicated that he would write it down.

Harriet Terrence thought for a moment then took out a yellow scroll from his interspatial ring and handed it to Joelson solemnly.

"This is a magic scroll that seals a level-9 spell. I obtained it from the ancient trial grounds when I was young, but I haven't used it. I hope it will be of help to you."

Joelson was stunned for a moment, and a trace of gratitude welled up in his heart.

Harriet Terrence really treated him very well.

Magic scrolls were the only magic tool that could allow ordinary people to use magic.

No matter what, a fifth-tier mage could only produce a third-tier magic scroll. Even if it was just a three-realm magic scroll, it would cost more than 800 gold coins in the outside world.

An ancient scroll that contained ninth-tier magic was even more precious than the interspatial ring that Harriet Terrence had given him.

"Thank you, teacher."

Joelson said goodbye to Harriet Terrence.

Then, he considered whether he should meet Dayshannon again before he left.

Ever since her identity was exposed by Don Quixote during the exchange match, Dayshannon had not continued to study at the Tulip Academy.

Because of this, Dayshannon had secretly complained to Joelson several times.

In the past three months, the two of them had seen each other often.

Sometimes, Dayshannon sneaked out of the palace, and sometimes, it was Joelson who found an excuse to enter the palace.

The two of them were like a couple in love.

"Forget it. The most important thing now is to return to the Baron's territory as soon as possible."

Joelson gave up the idea of meeting Dayshannon and left a letter for the two sisters.

If Dayshannon came to look for him, they would give the letter to her.

Recalling the letter his father Morgan sent back, Joelson could not help but frown.

In fact, the letter did not say anything.

Like all fathers, Old Morgan told Joelson in the letter that everything was fine at the Baron's house, and then asked about Joelson's situation at the Tulip Academy, mentioning that he hoped that he could come home when he had time.

It was a very normal letter.

But.

At the end of the letter, Old Morgan casually mentioned.

Recently, a group of bandits had been raiding near the Baron's territory, which gave him a great headache.

They had failed to engrave the mark of the Edwards family.

Moreover, Joelson could clearly smell a faint fishy smell from the mark.

It was the smell of blood, mixed with something unknown.

It was like poison!

A letter with the mark of the family was already very strange.

Who would write a letter to their son with a family seal?

The mud was mixed with blood, which made him wonder.

Was father Morgan sending him some kind of distress signal?

Thieves, blood, and poison.

He couldn't help but worry.

...

The baron's collar.

The Baron, Old Morgan, and an old man with gray hair and beard stood in front of a man, shrouded in a faint black mist.

Their faces were filled with panic and fear.

Compared to when Joelson left home, the poor old baron was obviously much more haggard.

His face was pale and his eyes were deeply sunken. Even his thick lion-like beard had become messy and very dim. It was obvious that he had not cleaned it for a while.

As for the old man beside Old Morgan, if Joelson was here, he would definitely recognize him.

It was the second-tier roaming mage, Beard, who had tested his magic talent back then.

The old man's condition was not too good either. Both of his eyes had lost their luster.

His entire body had shrunk as if he was sick.

The seat that belonged to the Baron was also occupied by the figure in the black fog.

He sat quietly on the chair, his right hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

"Still no news from Joelson?"

His deep and hoarse voice sounded like the crows in a desolate cemetery.

A knight in black armor walked forward and said respectfully, "We haven't found him yet."

Old Morgan seemed to be secretly relieved, his eyes were complicated.

There was some relief and some disappointment.

"Dear Baron."

A pair of sinister eyes in the black fog stared firmly at Old Morgan.

"It seems that your genius mage son doesn't really care about you."

Old Morgan was shocked and said reluctantly, "I've already said it before. Joelson has never been close to us since he was young. He has always followed his own ideas, and his feelings for each of us are very thin."

"Hmph!"

The figure in the black fog snorted heavily.

Old Morgan's expression instantly became even uglier. A painful expression appeared on his face.

His strong body bent down and curled up on the ground. Stinky gray foam kept coming out of his mouth.

"Write another letter and send it to the capital as soon as possible. Tell him to come back immediately!"

The figure in the black fog slowly stood up and said, "I'm waiting for a week. If he hasn't appeared, I'll let you know what real pain is!"

Beard, who was standing at the side, trembled. His eyes were filled with fear, and he did not dare to look up.

Beard helped Old Morgan slowly into the room.

Old Morgan bent his body. He was middle-aged, but now he was old and haggard, like an old man who was about to die at any moment.

Even Beard was in a much better condition than him.

"You should have listened to me earlier. You should have just called Joelson back, so you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Beard couldn't help but complain.

"Shut up!"

Old Morgan suddenly straightened his back and coughed violently. He coughed out large mouthfuls of black blood, looking very horrifying.

"I'd rather..."

Old Morgan smiled bitterly and said, "Joelson should never find the problem in the letter, and never come back to the Baron. Oh, no."

A trace of spirit flashed across Old Morgan's pale face, and he said proudly, "I've been a viscount for a long time."

Four months ago, the royal messenger of the capital came to the Baron's territory and announced to them under the emblem of the Edward Family: Charles III had conferred the hereditary Viscount title to Morgan and Edward.

There was only one reason, and that was Joelson.

The Edward family was in a state of great surprise, and it was as if they had gone to heaven in an instant.

That was Edward's proudest moment. He had visited all of his old friends in one month's time.