"Give me a cup of flame dance."

Oswede said to the waiter, then turned to look at Joelson and said, "This wine is very good. You can try it too."

Joelson nodded. "Then I'll get the same as him."

The waitress nodded and asked the two to wait for a moment. Before she left, she looked at Joelson twice more.

This was because it was rare to see such a young saint-level, even in the Saint Realm.

The wine was quickly served. In the transparent crystal cup, the pale red wine swayed slightly. A wisp of flame danced in the wine cup. There was also a flame burning on the edge, like a fire elf dancing.

"It's best to drink this wine in one gulp. It's the most refreshing way."

Oswede used his own experience to suggest to Joelson. Then, his body emitted a faint light of battle spirit and he drank the wine in the cup in one go.

After drinking the wine, Oswede's handsome face turned red, like a cooked lobster. There was a mist rising above his head.

After a while, the strange phenomenon slowly disappeared.

However, Oswede revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment and praised, "A top-grade wine brewed from a special crop that cannot be tasted without the strength of a saint-level. It is also good for the comprehension of fire-type laws."

Seeing that he looked very respectful, Joelson also raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Oswede waited with great interest to see Joelson turn into "a lobster" but he found that Joelson only frowned slightly.

There was no change on his fair and handsome face. There was no steam coming out of his body.

"Is this glass of wine fake?"

Oswede couldn't help but scream. He looked at Joelson as if he was looking at a monster.

Even he had to use his combat aura to suppress the top-grade liquor so he could digest it. Joelson's face didn't even change when he drank it. Was the gap between him and Joelson really that big!

Oswede was once again struck by the cruel blow from Joelson.

What he did not know was that Joelson, who had been watered by Du Lu's blood, was now like a hot stove inside his body.

Pouring a cup of magma into clear water might cause a violent reaction but pouring a cup of magma into the magma lake, of course, would not change anything.

Joelson, on the other hand, felt that the taste of this "flame dance" was indeed good.

When he swallowed it, it was as if he had swallowed a large piece of red-hot charcoal. After drinking it, he felt a pleasant feeling.

Just as he was considering whether he should have a few more drinks, he suddenly heard someone mention his name not far away.

"Joelson Edward has even defeated the Holy Zither. I'm afraid he will become the number one person under the throne."

"Hehe, have you forgotten that person from the Dragon Blood Clan? He is even stronger than the Holy Zither. After all, he has a dragon companion."

"It's said that Joelson also has a dragon companion and it's not just one. Even the Black Dragon King, Kokonoro, died at his hands."

"The one who signed the contract with the Dragon Blood Clan is the Dragon King's son!"

"They're talking about you."

Oswede, to Joelson, looked like he was gulping down cup after cup of "flame dance." He did not have Joelson's strength, so he did not have time to digest the rich heat in his body. As it spread out, his entire body turned red.

Joelson picked up his wine cup and casually asked, "I've heard someone mention that person from the Dragon Blood Clan. Who exactly is he?"

Oswede was drunk. He rubbed his eyes and said, "A taboo name."

Oswede lowered his voice and said that name.

"Archibald."

"Since the establishment of the Saint Realm, he's the first person who dares to kill in the Saint Realm."

Joelson raised his eyebrows.

"An existence who tramples on the rules of the Saint Realm?"

Oswede chuckled and said, "Because he's already extremely powerful and he has the Flame Throne protecting him. Not only that, the Dragon King's son is the one who signed the contract with him. With two divine-level experts backing him up, no one can do anything to him."

"However, when Archibald killed three saint-level experts, he received a very heavy punishment. Now, he will still wantonly attack people in the Saint Realm but at least he doesn't dare to take their lives."

"Archibald."

Joelson read the name silently, then said in a low voice, "Dragon Attendant. Lowlife?"

"Yes!"

Oswede's expression suddenly became excited, he said, "It's said that the name Archibald means something very bad in the dragon language. It's also because of this that he often hurts people, to the point that no one dares to call him by his name. You actually know dragon language? Oh, right, I almost forgot."

Oswede looked at Joelson with an extremely envious gaze. "Archibald isn't the only one who has a dragon companion."

Someone who was already very talented and had a powerful dragon companion—some people's luck was so enviable.

"I despise my own identity but I have to borrow the strength of a dragon. Hehe."

Boom!

A loud sound came from outside the door. Joelson's expression changed.

The others also looked out of the door.

"What happened?"

Joelson walked out of the tavern with the others, only to see a figure fall from the sky and fall heavily to the ground.

Many saint-level masters in the town gathered around and watched this scene in surprise.

The dust dispersed, and a burly man with blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth looked at the sky with fear on his face. He shouted loudly, "Archibald, this is the Saint Realm. You're too arrogant!"

"Saint Realm?"

A cold voice came from the sky and echoed in everyone's ears.

"Do you think I won't dare to kill you in the Saint Realm!"

In the next second, a strong and ferocious figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

He had short red hair, scarlet eyes, and his body was filled with a violent aura.

When this person appeared, many Saint Realm masters subconsciously took a few steps back.

The red figure fell to the ground like a meteor. The burly man's eyes were filled with deep fear. He wanted to dodge but the red figure was too fast.

His body flew out like a rag doll.

Blood kept spurting out of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Archibald!"

The burly man stared at the red figure and said with difficulty, "Don't force me to reveal that secret!"

Archibald's eyes turned extremely cold and killing intent surged out. His body left afterimages in the air.

Despair and disbelief appeared in the burly man's eyes. He opened his mouth and shouted, "I found an ancient..."

A violent aura had already spread to his eyes. A ferocious giant claw stretched out from the red fog, like the claw of a giant dragon.

Seeing that the burly man was about to be torn apart, the onlookers had already let out a series of exclamations.

"Archibald really wants to kill someone!"

The burly man had already smelled the breath of death blowing onto his face. It was not difficult for him to imagine his end. His head would explode like a watermelon but Archibald would only receive some punishment. This secret would also be buried in the ground with his death.

But the pain he had anticipated did not come.

There were gasps of disbelief.