At the Elven Inn where Joelson stayed, the carriages that came to visit lined up from the entrance to the end of the street.

The elven proprietress of the inn could not stop laughing. She even specially hired a bard to recount the process of the battle in the Inn's lobby.

Even though he was not watching the battle from the side at all.

But the invitation of the Silver Hand, the first disciple of the Lion Grand Swordmaster, the disciple of the black light grand swordmaster, and Nicholas the Great.

Just these few words were enough to make people excited.

In the room, Elin saw the bustling crowd on the street from the window. She pulled a face and sighed. "There are people outside. How are we going to get out now?"

Frederick laughed and teased, "Are you afraid that the identity of the wanted criminal will be exposed? Don't worry. As long as you stay by master's side, even if you are recognized, no one will dare to do anything to you."

Elin waved her small fist at Frederick unhappily.

"Oh right."

Elin looked at the room in confusion and asked, "Where is Joelson? Where did he go?"

The smile on Frederick's face disappeared and he said calmly, "Master is in seclusion."

"Where is he in seclusion? I haven't seen him in the entire hotel."

"That's not your concern."

"Hmph!"

..

Within the space of the Dragon God Ranch.

"Congratulations to host for obtaining: Light dragon egg fragment * 1"

Joelson let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the angel's heart, which had used up most of its energy, could still be exchanged for the dragon egg fragment.

Joelson turned his gaze to his own hand.

A transparent flame rose from his hand.

After witnessing the power of the fusion of three types of magic, Joelson's ambition slowly swelled.

Water, fire, and air. The three types of magic elements were controlled by Joelson with one hand. They were separated from each other but merged with each other. It was a very wonderful scene.

In the translucent flames, there was an extremely terrifying power.

The power of the fusion of water and fire elements was more than twice that of ordinary magic. After adding air elements, it directly increased to four times, almost five times.

Joelson tasted the sweetness.

He had mastered more than three types of magic elemental power.

Electric element, metal element, undead element.

If he could do four, five, or even more elements, how terrifying would that be?

Perhaps even the level-one fireball that he casually threw could be comparable to the power of an average mage's level-four or five spells.

Joelson tried to add one element to the three types of magic elements.

Electric element.

Needless to say, it was the best choice.

A transparent flame in one hand and purple lightning in the other.

Joelson slowly injected the purple lightning into the semi-transparent flame, which was immediately dyed with a trace of noble purple.

The flame started to sway and tremble violently.

Joelson's expression changed slightly, and he quickly threw the flame in his hand out.

Boom!

A huge hole was blasted in the grassland of the pasture space. Flames and lightning jumped around the edge of the hole.

He had failed.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The electric element was already very active. It was even more violent than the fire element.

After injecting it, the harmonious situation between the three elements was immediately broken and became unstable.

The fusion of the four elements was still too much for the current him.

Perhaps it would be helpful after he obtained the electric element magic inheritance.

A glint flashed in Joelson's eyes.

He needed to head to the land of heritage as soon as possible.

A purple light flashed across the sky, and the figure of lightning appeared in front of Joelson.

Tier 8 lightning.

Its body was malevolent and slender, and lightning spewed out of its mouth and nose, giving off an explosive and dignified feeling of oppression.

After Du Lu and the steel dragon had both become sage-level, the resources in the entire space of the ranch were tilted towards the lightning.

Within a short period of time, it had advanced all the way to level-8.

Du Lu and the steel dragon had entered the ancient ruins of the Dragon God three days ago. Currently, the strongest thing in the entire space was lightning.

The death dragon, Hades, would also return frequently.

Its growth rate had exceeded Joelson's expectations. Even without the farm crops to feed it, Hades had already reached level-6, not much slower than lightning.

After communicating with Hades' consciousness, Joelson vaguely knew that it was the dark knights who took care of it in the underworld.

The dark knights seemed to be in a war all the time, so Hades had enough soul flames to eat.

The room at the end of the corridor of the hotel opened, and Joelson, who was wearing a mage robe, walked out.

In order to prevent others from finding out the secret of the Dragon God's Ranch, he specially let Frederick open an extra room.

"Master."

Upon entering the door, Frederick immediately came up to greet him.

"The messenger of the royal family has just left. Emperor Nicholas has invited you to a banquet tonight."

Joelson nodded. This was exactly what he wanted.

The royal carriage was just outside the inn, and it was already surrounded by people.

Everyone knew that Nicholas had once again sent an invitation to Joelson.

A second time!

With such an honor, there were probably only a few people in the entire Inmotati Empire.

"Don't look at me. I definitely won't go with you."

Elin saw that the two of them were about to go to the banquet and quickly said.

Joelson frowned and looked at her strangely. "Did I say that I would bring you?"

Elin was ashamed and angry.

"If you don't want to be discovered, then hide carefully."

Joelson said indifferently and walked out of the room with Frederick.

Elin waved her small fists at Joelson's back like an enraged little lion.

"What a bastard! Humph!"

Under the admiration, admiration, and surprise of countless people, Joelson boarded the royal carriage, and the crowd automatically opened up a path.

The noble waiters of the king's city stood on both sides of the road with invitations and gifts in their hands, watching Joelson leave with their eyes wide open.

Everyone was worried about how they could establish a relationship with Joelson, the rising star of the Empire.

The Divine Hall of light.

Pryce sat on the bishop's seat with a gloomy expression.

The red-robed bishop stood respectfully below him, his posture humble like a servant.

"Lord Pryce, I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."

The red-robed bishop's heart was filled with anxiety and nervousness. He swallowed with difficulty and said these words.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive. The red-robed bishop felt as if he could not breathe.

The silver hand that had inherited the light had now hidden most of his body in the darkness.

"I am the Silver Hand."

Pryce slowly opened his mouth and said, "But you don't even have the authority to mobilize a few saint level believers?!"

His voice suddenly turned cold.

Cold sweat broke out on the red-robed bishop's forehead.

"It was the authority of God who personally rejected it. He said that Joelson was not an enemy of the Holy See. Sir, you... You should be merciful in your heart. You shouldn't use the authority of the Holy See to take revenge for yourself."

"Bastard!"

Pryce smashed the armrest of the stone chair and stood up. His handsome face was full of gloom.

Pryce's chest heaved with anger.

The humiliation of being defeated by Joelson tortured him every minute.