Joelson looked at Curtis and nodded.

Curtis had a bloodline connection with him, and with his high intelligence, he could often guess what he was thinking.

"I have a suggestion," Curtis said, "If it was as the prophet saw five thousand years ago, there would still be the remains of these monsters near the planar battlefield. Well, these ugly gray bones seem to have been there for a long time."

A car in front of Joelson said, "You mean to go to the planar battlefield to search."

Curtis nodded and said with certainty, "Yes, it's in the middle continent!"

A thoughtful look appeared in Joelson's eyes.

Curtis did not disturb him anymore. He yawned and slowly flew back to his plant-type dragon nest.

Joelson was thinking in his heart.

He had already planned to head to the central continent.

The southern region was too small for him now. There were not many saint-level powerhouses in the four empires.

Joelson had once heard Harriet Terrence talk about the time he spent traveling in the central continent.

Countless talented super-geniuses streaked across the sky like meteors, colliding with each other and creating bright sparks.

He longed for such a place.

Joelson was only seventeen years old, and his young body hid a restless heart.

And...

Ulysses.

After returning from the trial, Joelson would often think of Ulysses' eyes.

He obviously knew the information about the abyss Tarantula's eyeballs. These things were indeed very beneficial to him, who practiced dark magic.

With Ulysses' personality, he would definitely not let it go.

He had to grow to a level where he could suppress Ulysses.

He could do it in the southern region as well.

But...

It was too slow.

The central continent was where he should go.

There were also the air, electric, and metal magic inheritances. They were all cut off in the southern region. Perhaps he would be able to find what he wanted in the central continent.

A resolute light flashed in his eyes.

Then it was decided.

Prepare to set off for the central continent!

Joelson expressed his thoughts to Harriet. Harriet was very supportive of his decision.

Just like what Harriet had once said.

"Joelson Edward, the Alcott Empire is only your starting point. Even I am unable to see clearly where your endpoint is. You have to find it yourself."

The day after Joelson's decision, he wrote a letter home and asked his father, Viscount Morgan, to come to the capital. Only by receiving the protection of Harriet here could old Morgan be truly safe, the people who hid in the shadows and hated him were not people that old Morgan and Beard could deal with.

Beard also came over excitedly.

This old fellow gave Joelson a slight shock. In just half a year's time, he had already advanced to a fourth-tier mage.

Old Morgan moved into the Marquis' mansion that Joelson was building and helped him deal with the nobles who kept coming to get on his good side.

Joelson had even specially greeted Harriet, hoping that he could take care of the two Lucca sisters in the coming days.

After Antoine's death, the Lucca Chamber of Commerce was re-established. This time, no one dared to make things difficult for Catherine.

Those who had some status received news that the person who drove the dragon to flatten the Prince's mansion that night and chopped off Antoine's head was the number one genius of the Alcott Empire, Joelson Edward.

It was said that the cause of this matter was the two Lucca sisters.

Catherine had already completely regarded herself as Joelson's woman, as well as Juliana.

On a beautiful night, the two sisters shyly and enthusiastically handed everything over to Joelson without holding anything back.

Everything seemed to have been arranged properly.

However, Joelson frowned in distress.

He still had a big problem.

Dayshannon.

"I'll go with you!"

When Dayshannon learned that Joelson was about to leave the southern region for the central continent, her attitude was unusually firm.

She must follow Joelson, no matter where he went.

Joelson could not help but frown and said seriously, "Dayshannon, this is not an outing!"

"I know!"

Her light purple eyes were filled with determination and persistence.

Dayshannon bit her soft lips and stared at Joelson with her big eyes. "You didn't come to the last outing either!"

Joelson was a little embarrassed and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

The day after he made an appointment with Dayshannon to accompany her on the outing, he went to the Mage Tower and forgot about it.

There was a hint of resentment in Dayshannon's eyes as if she were a wife watching her husband about to leave home, she said, "I know about your relationship with the two sisters of the Lucca family. Didn't you find trouble with Antoine just to help them stand up for themselves? and Leas, and your twin maids."

Dayshannon cursed resentfully, "Men are all bad!"

Hearing this, Joelson felt his head hurt. He quickly explained, "Didn't Mavis and Jessaline..."

"Then everyone else is?"

Dayshannon did not wait for him to finish speaking and stared at him with a pair of big eyes.

Joelson avoided Dayshannon's gaze.

"Sigh."

Dayshannon suddenly sighed and took two steps forward. She gently hugged Joelson and leaned her face against his chest.

She said in a low voice, "I don't care. I just hope that you won't leave me behind again."

Joelson's heart was moved. His eyes flickered and he made a decision.

He hugged Dayshannon and sniffed the faint scent of thorns in her hair. He said softly, "Okay."

"Okay!"

Dayshannon raised her head in joy. Her eyes were full of gentleness as she looked into Joelson's eyes.

Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her soft lips against Joelson's lips.

A long kiss.

Then they parted.

"We'll still be here tomorrow."

Dayshannon took a deep look at Joelson and said very seriously, "I'll wait for you!"

Joelson nodded.

...

The next day.

A simple carriage slowly drove past the walls of the palace and stopped at the entrance of a remote alley.

"Get in."

Joelson waved his hand.

A slim figure nimbly jumped into the carriage.

She was wearing a set of outdoor clothes. She took off the brown deerskin hood on her head, revealing a head of beautiful short purple hair.

Joelson was stunned. Dayshannon's outfit reminded him of the tomboy she used to be.

There was a slight shyness and nervousness in Dayshannon's eyes. She unnaturally brushed her short hair at her temples and whispered, "Isn't it nice?"

A brilliant smile appeared on his face. He pulled her into his arms and said, "It's nice. It's nice in all kinds of ways."

Her smile was like a blooming tulip.

The carriage drove out of the capital and headed northwest.

They walked for seven days in a row.

Like a bird that had broken out of its cage, she finally felt the taste of freedom.

With Joelson by her side, everything outside was new to her, and the whole journey was accompanied by a crisp, cheerful laugh.