"In less than a year's time, the fourth-rank mage, the number one genius of the Tulip Academy, Sir Harrison."

At the last name, even Beard could not help but swallow his saliva.

"The personal disciple of Sir Harrison, it sounds like a dream no matter how I look at it!"

Beard could not help but ask old Morgan, "Do you also have a son named Joelson?"

Old Morgan snorted, waited for him and said, "I only have one son named Joelson."

Beard laughed embarrassedly, and then said to himself with a strange expression, "Could it be that I made a mistake during the talent test? That's impossible. The test crystal is obviously good!"

Beard regretted it very much when he mentioned it.

After leaving the Baron's territory, he quickly spent all five hundred gold coins on the taverns and prostitutes, so he thought of earning another sum from old Morgan.

Old Morgan was not a mage who graduated from a regular magic academy at all.

When he was young, he had followed a wandering mage and learned a few spells in a scattered way.

When the wandering mage died, Beard finally accepted his mantle.

Due to the lack of professional guidance and sufficient resources, he had to rely on his own exploration, causing his foundation to be unstable. It was not until he was seventy years old that Beard barely managed to become a rank 2 mage.

Beard had once been full of ambition to explore the capital, but when he reached the capital, he realized that the nobles did not even look at a mere rank 2 mage, moreover, it was a second-tier mage like him, who was very weak and had no fighting ability at all.

Thus, he had been wandering in remote places, relying on his crude fireball spell to coax ignorant country nobles to earn money for drinking and prostitution.

Old Morgan was the generous person that Beard had finally met. He had originally thought that he would run away with just a little more money, but Beard had returned.

He did not expect old Morgan, who was proud of his life, to receive him with a grand reception. Every day, he was treated with good food and good wine, and he was even willing to serve him with a maid who worshipped him as a mage.

Beard's life was very comfortable. He even had the idea of adopting another baron in his heart.

But the happy time was always short.

Just two months later, a group of ferocious bandits wearing black armor with terrifying strength rushed into old Morgan's mansion.

At first, Beard thought that it was time for him to show off and make a contribution.

If he could help old Morgan defeat these bandits, then he would not have to worry about the rest of his life.

However, when Beard summoned a fireball and it was destroyed by a small character among the bandits.

He was completely dumbfounded.

"Did Joelson offend some young master of a big noble family in the Magic Academy?"

Beard couldn't help but complain.

Young people were ambitious and had high self-esteem. It was common for them to argue over beautiful female classmates.

If Joelson was really as talented as old Morgan said, and the young master of the noble family who was "Bullied" by him held a grudge, it was very likely that he would vent his resentment on his family if he couldn't beat Joelson.

Beard fully exerted his imagination.

Then, he could not help but lament his bad luck. It was completely the innocent and pitiful old man who had been implicated.

"I don't know."

Old Morgan shook his head with a heavy expression and said, "The real target of this group of people is Joelson. I really hope that he won't come back. As long as the Edward family has him, they will never decline!"

At this moment, Beard could not help but admire old Morgan.

As an ordinary person, he was forced to drink a strange poison by those demons. He had suffered a lot, but he still had such willpower and thoughts. It was really worthy of admiration.

Beard said in a low voice, "I really want that kid to come back. It's best to invite Sir Harriet back as well. He was my idol when I was young."

"Bah! What are you talking about?!"

The two figures supported each other as they walked away...

A very luxurious carriage was moving quickly on the mountain road.

In stark contrast to the carriage, the coachman's clothes were tattered. There was deep fatigue on his face, but there was also a deeper fear that drove him to not stop for a moment.

"Young Master."

Leas looked out of the carriage worriedly and whispered, "Little Mortin has not rested for three days in a row. Should we..."

Joelson opened his eyes and said indifferently, "If he can arrive in five days, he will be able to survive."

Leas sighed softly and did not speak anymore. The elves were born with a kind and soft heart, so she could not bear to see little Mortin's pitiful appearance.

Little Mortin also heard Joelson's words, and his expression became even more anxious.

"Faster! Faster!"

He urged the two horses desperately.

But after running continuously throughout the night, the two horses were also very tired, and their legs went weak.

Boom!

The carriage that was galloping at high speed lost its balance, and it rolled over to the side of the road.

"Young master! Young Master!"

Mortin couldn't care less about the sharp pain coming from his body. It seemed that his bones were broken.

He struggled to get up and immediately crawled over to the overturned carriage.

Joelson took Leas' hand and walked out from the back of the carriage without any expression.

Mortin's face showed a hint of joy and relief. He immediately wanted to help the carriage up.

The two horses collapsed on the ground, and white foam kept coming out of their mouths. Their heaving chests also slowly stopped. Obviously, they had been exhausted to death.

Little Mortin's face suddenly stiffened, and he was stunned. Then, he broke down and burst into tears.

"Get Up! Get up for me!"

Little Mortin patted the horse's corpse on the ground as if he had gone crazy. His face was full of fear and despair.

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from behind him.

A hurricane rose and blew up the dust on the ground.

Little Mortin turned around and saw a very large and ferocious fire dragon spread its wings and fly away.

Standing on the back of the fire dragon, Joelson gave him a cold look and soon disappeared into the clouds.

Little Mortin stared blankly at the sky. After an unknown time, he collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all the strength in his body.

Leas hugged Joelson's waist tightly. The wind blew past her ears, and white clouds flew past her body and feet.

Leas' mind had not recovered yet.

A dragon?

Young Master Joelson actually had a dragon!

This was really too shocking.

There was no expression on Joelson's face. He had completely lost his patience.

He simply summoned Du Lu and flew up into the clouds. In less than half a day, he saw the familiar outline of the mountains in the Baron's collar.

Du Lu flapped his wings and slowly descended. The huge wind pressure blew the sand and stones on the ground.