When Joelson walked out of the Mage Union, he found that more people were gathered at the entrance.

The crowd automatically opened up a path, and their gazes followed Joelson as he strolled.

Compared to the previous time when the Silver Hand Pryce arrived, the crowd was even bigger. More than half of the commoners in the capital had rushed over.

Both sides of the streets were packed, and even the roofs were filled with people.

"He's the glory of the violet orchid?! The super genius who defeated the Silver Hand and the authority of God!"

"He's even younger and more handsome than I imagined!"

Countless girls in the capital admired him, and pairs of beautiful eyes roamed around Joelson's body.

Most people were excited.

After the violet flower and the violet blade, there was a third existence that could make the people of the immortal empire proud.

The glory of the violet.

The light was like a blazing sun, shining over the territory of the Immortal Empire, illuminating the entire continent.

When Joelson's figure disappeared into the palace, the surrounding onlookers reluctantly dispersed.

There were already bards who had compiled a story about Joelson's deeds, packed their bags, and prepared to leave the territories of other races to spread this new legend.

In the near future, there would be more bards who would chant the name -- Joelson Edward.

The court butler led Joelson to a drawing room and respectfully left.

Joelson walked in.

Nicholas was standing with his back to him as if looking at a painting of a knight on the wall.

Nicholas sensed Joelson's arrival and turned around, his face full of joy, excitement, appreciation, and a hint of respect.

Joelson bowed slightly to Nicholas, showing the greatest respect to the ruler of the empire.

"Joelson Edward."

Nicholas Strode towards him. "You've given me too many surprises."

"I'm really curious."

Nicholas sighed. "Where exactly are you from, and who is your teacher?"

Nicholas really could not think of anyone who could teach a genius like Joelson.

In the past five thousand years, no one had been able to match up to his talent. Even Franklin could not compare to him.

Yet, as if he had appeared out of thin air, he suddenly rose up and suppressed all the geniuses of the same level on the entire continent.

Joelson said in a deep voice, "I come from the other side of the sea, the southern region. My teacher is only an ordinary saint-level."

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned unexpectedly serious.

Joelson felt puzzled and could not help frowning slightly.

"Your Majesty seems disappointed?"

"I'm just worried."

Nicholas shook his head and said, "Edward, you are talented enough to raise eyebrows, but you have done enough damage in the Land of Heritage."

"You tore an arm off of Chesterton, slapped the Silver Hand, and nearly killed all three of the Saints of Light."

Nicholas could not help but smile bitterly. "You don't know how shocked I was when I first heard this news. Everything you did was equivalent to slapping the face of the Holy See, even though…"

Nicholas paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I don't like those guys who are always arrogant, but the consequences of this matter are really serious."

Nicholas felt some regret in his heart.

He had originally guessed that Joelson might have come from the place that Franklin had gone to a year ago -- the holy region.

He was a disciple of a peak-stage saint-level or even a god-level powerhouse.

He had someone backing him, which was why he dared to be so arrogant. He didn't put the people of the Church of Light in his eyes at all.

Therefore, after he learned about the matter of the Land of Heritage, he immediately bestowed the title of "Violet Glory" on Joelson.

Originally, he wanted to rope in this genius with an immeasurable future, and at the same time, he also wanted to befriend some important figure behind him.

In the end, Nicholas felt a headache coming, but as the monarch of the Inmotati Empire, he also had his own pride.

Since he had already made a choice between Joelson and the Church of Light, he could only continue to stand firmly on Joelson's side.

"The Church of Light is much stronger than you think. The radiant temple has at least one peak-stage saint-level powerhouse guarding it, and there are many other mid-stage saint-level powerhouses as well. These guys have secret techniques that can connect to the heaven realm and receive the divine power of light, such as the heart of an angel."

Ordinary people would not be able to advance to the saint-level even if they worked hard for hundreds of years. However, to them, they were capable of mass-producing thugs, although the price was high.

It was also because of this that the Dark Church was suppressed by them and could not turn the tables.

Nicholas said with a serious expression, "Chesterton is the authority of the God of this generation. He carries the will of the light and is equivalent to the face of the Church of Light. If you were to defeat him in a competition, it would not matter. However, if you tear off one of his arms, the Church of Light will definitely take revenge."

"Edward, there are only two paths in front of you now. Leave the central continent, or..."

Nicholas said in a deep voice, "It is to join the Inmotati Empire and receive the protection of the Violets."

The continuation of the Violets Royal Family also needed to be constantly injected with new blood. What Nicholas meant was that he intended to tie Joelson firmly to the royal family.

When Joelson truly grew up, the royal family would have one more guardian.

Joelson was silent for a moment, then said, "This is what his majesty really wants to say, isn't it?"

Nicholas shook his head and said, "I don't want to bind you. You can choose for yourself."

Joelson said calmly, "What does his majesty want me to do?"

Nicholas looked directly into Joelson's eyes and said seriously, "Marry the violet flower and become one of the true members of the Royal Family!"

Joelson's eyes flickered slightly.

"As long as you can do it, I can get the experts of the sanctum of sages to plead for you. No matter how unwilling the Church of Light is, they will still give the sanctum of sages some face."

Joelson laughed softly, raised his head, and shook his head calmly.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse."

Nicholas frowned slightly, but he seemed to have expected that Joelson would give such an answer.

"Edward."

Nicholas said in a low voice, "Perhaps you should meet them before answering this question."

Joelson was stunned.

They?

Nicholas took Joelson to the palace garden.

Joelson saw violets all over the place, swaying gently in the breeze, and smelled the fragrance.

Isabelle was sitting in a patch of violets.

She was sitting upright, her graceful swan neck slightly raised, her perfect side profile.

She was more elegant and graceful than the violets beside her.

Of course, she was also more tired.

He quickly withdrew his gaze.

Isabelle was very beautiful, but he did not like her.

At this time, there was suddenly a gentle singing voice drifting from the wind.

An unknown song, it was the voice of a young girl, mixed with a touch of sorrow.

Nicholas led Joelson around the violet flowers.

One after another, brilliant red roses spread in front of his eyes.

On the swing that was covered with vines, a girl in a red dress was singing in a low voice.

Larks and nightingales were attracted by the singing and flew over to comfort her depressed mood.

Joelson was shocked. This girl in a red dress was actually the female thief, Elin, who had parted ways in the Land of Heritage!