"There's no need to look for Dewitt."

Elin said solemnly, "If nothing goes wrong, he will also rush to the Empire Square."

The chimes of the Empire Square represented the will of the King. It was a call to the people of the Inmotati Empire. Unless there was a major incident, they would not ring the bell so easily.

When Joelson and the rest arrived at the origin of the chimes, the huge Empire Square was already packed with people.

It looked like there were at least tens of thousands of people.

Looking towards the middle, they saw the Church of Light. There was also a portion of the royal family standing there as if they were waiting for something.

A few streaks of light flashed across the sky.

The crowd was in chaos.

"It's a saint-level powerhouse!"

There were only a few saint-level powerhouses in the entire southern region. At this moment, four saint-level powerhouses had come from the Inmotati capital alone.

Elin squeezed to Joelson's side and pointed at an old man who carried a fiery red longsword on his back. His beard and hair were like that of a lion. She whispered, "That's the lion sword saint."

Joelson looked at him a few more times. His gaze landed on a young man with a determined look behind the lion sword saint.

Dewitt.

He muttered in his heart.

The saint-level powerhouse obviously did not know what was going on either. He frowned and looked around.

A fat priest in a red robe walked out from the Church of Light. He chatted with them for a while before the few of them found their seats and sat down.

A moment later, the carriage of the royal family arrived in a hurry.

A tall and strong man stepped out of the gorgeous carriage engraved with golden violets. He wore a ruby crown on his head and looked extremely noble.

"That's Emperor Nicholas!"

The ruler of the immortal kingdom, a talented and ambitious conqueror.

He was also a holy knight.

"What exactly happened?"

Nicholas' majestic voice spread through the entire Empire Square through his combat aura. Everyone quieted down.

The red-robed bishop walked up to him with a smile on his face and said, "It's Lord Pryce's idea. He has something to say to his majesty."

The red-robed bishop was a missionary sent by the Holy See to the imperial city.

Although the Inmotati Empire allowed the Holy See to spread their religion within the empire, they had always believed that royal authority was higher than divine authority. Therefore, he felt very sullen as a bishop.

This time, with the support of Silver Hand Pryce, he personally rang the bell on the Imperial Square. He felt a sense of relief.

Nicholas frowned and looked at Pryce. The latter smiled and looked into the eyes of the emperor. There was no sign of fear on his face.

The grace of Pryce, who was covered in holy light at this moment, made many young girls in the capital scream.

"Your Majesty."

Pryce performed a knight's salute to Nicholas and said loudly, "I have a gift that I want to present to her highness Princess Isabelle."

Pryce looked at the carriage behind Nicholas and said with a burning gaze, "I wonder if the princess is present?"

Countless gazes turned to the royal carriage. After a few seconds of silence, the door of the carriage opened and a beautiful figure slowly appeared.

Her long purple hair fell like a waterfall, like a gorgeous dress covered in star fragments. Her skin was like snow, and her face was like a work of art carved by a god. She was very beautiful.

When Isabelle appeared on the field, it was as if all the light in the world had gathered on her.

Words could not describe this shocking beauty.

Joelson was also stunned for a few seconds.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the first time he met Dayshannon.

Dayshannon's appearance was not inferior to Isabelle's, but the noble temperament on her body was not just a little inferior.

After all, one was the princess of a kingdom, and the other was the pearl of the most powerful empire in the entire middle continent.

"The violet flower, isn't it beautiful?"

Elin's voice rang in Joelson's ear again, and she said with a bit of heartache, "So it's not wrong to listen to me. Beat Pryce down, and the violet flower will be yours."

Joelson looked at Elin somewhat helplessly, and could not be bothered with her.

While everyone was amazed by Isabelle's beauty, Pryce's eyes carried a hint of infatuation as he quickly took a few steps forward.

"Please allow me to present this gift to Princess Isabelle," Pryce said loudly.

The next moment, his hand blossomed with a dazzling white light, and a holy and bright aura filled the entire area.

The golden holy light turned into flower petals that scattered down from the sky, enveloping Pryce.

Pryce slowly released his hand, and a ball of dazzling light quietly floated in the air.

"God of light!"

A large number of people immediately knelt down in the square, all of them devout believers of the light religion.

The red-robed bishop was so excited that he could not suppress it, and even his voice began to tremble.

"This is... the heart of an angel!"

The moment the ball of light appeared.

Joelson's eyes were frighteningly bright!

The heart of an angel.

Not only the red-robed bishop, but even the saint-level and Emperor Nicholas' faces, were slightly moved.

After an angel died, they gave up the chance to return to the heavenly reincarnation pool. They could gather all the energy in their bodies into a ball and form the heart of an angel.

This was a supreme holy item for those who cultivated the light element.

Of course, it was also extremely valuable to those who cultivated other elements.

The powerful healing ability could dispel all negative effects and easily defend against saint-level attacks.

Pryce's face was filled with faint confidence as he stared into Isabelle's amber-like eyes. He said gently, "Only such a holy gift is worthy of your purity and nobility, your highness."

The crowd was in a heated discussion.

Frederick sneered and said, "The Church of Light is really generous this time. If Pryce can chase after the violet flower, after Nicholas abdicates, the Church of Light will be able to wantonly develop believers in any corner of the empire. An angel's heart. This deal is indeed worth it."

"In his dreams!" Elin suddenly cursed angrily.

Frederick looked at Elin strangely, not understanding why this female bandit had such a big reaction.

A trace of panic flashed in Elin's eyes, and she hurriedly said, "See, the princess will never accept his gift."

Before Elin could finish her words, the noble and cold Isabelle said faintly, "I accept your gift."

Pryce showed a confident and proud smile.

Nicholas frowned.

"Ah?! How can she do this?! I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Elin went crazy.

Joelson, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth.

"I want that."

"What?!"

Elin and Frederick looked at him in confusion.

Joelson reached out his hand and pointed at the ball of light floating above Pryce's head. He said in a firm voice, "I want that, the heart of an angel."

"Are you crazy?"

Elin shook her head helplessly.

Pryce seemed to be in a very good mood. He turned around to look at the crowd around him and said loudly, "This time, I have another purpose. I want to represent the Church of Light and challenge all the powerhouses of the younger generation in the Immortal City!"

Pryce raised his right hand and lifted the heart of an angel. Holy light enveloped him, making him look dazzling.