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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nFunina and Teresa stared blankly at Joelson, their mouths slightly agape. They were extremely shocked.

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nFunina, in particular, suddenly realized that until now, she still did not fully understand her father.

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nThe strength of her father seemed to be a mystery to him forever.

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nThe worship in Funina’s eyes almost overflowed.

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nJoelson was invited into the Thor’s Hammer by Wiebrun and the others were not allowed to enter.

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nEven the dwarf king was politely blocked outside by Deaver.

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nIt was Funina and Teresa’s first time in the Thor’s Hammer and their attention was quickly attracted by the smithy furnace, which was laughing loudly in half the room.

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nWhat made them curious about the furnace was that they wanted to see the scene of Joelson personally forging it.

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n“Help me forge a dragon scale inner armor similar to the last one.”

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nJoelson shook his robe and the colorful dragon scales fell like rain. Each piece was like a gemstone, circulating different magic elements.

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nWhen Wiebrun and Deaver saw the dragon scales, they were excited.

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nThey grabbed a handful and shouted in a low voice, “The quality of the dragon scales is better than the last one!”

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nJoelson glanced at Teresa and said, “Help her forge a set too.”

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nTeresa was stunned and bowed respectfully, “Thank you for the gift from the Platinum Throne.”

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nCompared to more than ten years ago, Wiebrun’s forging techniques had become even more pure and superb.

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nUnder his hands, the messy dragon scales were forged into eight sets of gorgeous dragon scale inner armor.

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nAfter the dragon blood was quenched, eight purple legendary lights shot straight into the clouds, and the entire mountain dwarf kingdom shook once again.

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nEight purple light pillars lingered in the sky above the Thor’s Hammer for a long time.

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nCountless people witnessed this shocking scene and were amazed.

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nAt this moment, they finally believed that the Platinum Throne was the master craftsman.

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nThe last time, when the epic longsword was born, there was a similarly spectacular scene.

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nLeaving the remaining dragon scales to Wiebrun as payment, Joelson left with Funina and the others.

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nThis time, there was another Teresa on the team.

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nTo be able to cultivate beside the Platinum Throne was a great opportunity that many people dreamed of. How could Teresa miss it?

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nTeresa’s presence stimulated Funina’s cultivation even more.

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nAs the daughter of the Platinum Throne, how could she be inferior to others!

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nLeaving the dwarf kingdom, Joelson simply made a trip to the king’s city.

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nIn a remote corner of the Inmotati King’s City, Teresa led him to a simple blacksmith shop.

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nA man who was shirtless and as strong as a lion was hammering hard with a hammer. Hearing the footsteps, he laughed heartily and said, “Is Teresa here?”

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nWhen the man turned around and saw Joelson looking at him calmly, he was stunned. Then, he smiled faintly and said, “So it’s you. Greetings, Lord Platinum Throne.”

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nIt was Oswede.

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nAt that time, he was well-known. Before Joelson appeared, he was the Golden Lion, the leader of the three geniuses in the central continent.

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nBut now, this lion who was in his prime had aged more than ten years.

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nOswede threw down the hammer in his hand, took out two bottles of liquor from the corner, and threw one bottle to Joelson. He opened the remaining bottle and gulped it down. He said, “You can see that I don’t have much time left.”

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nJoelson nodded silently.

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nHe could feel that Oswede’s life force was continuously flowing away with time. The speed was dozens of times faster than an ordinary person.

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nWith his late-stage saint-level strength, his lifespan was at least 800 years. Now, he was less than 100 years old, but his body already showed signs of aging.

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n“It’s not good,” Oswede said bitterly while stroking the white hair on his temples. “Five years ago, I felt my cultivation level was constantly regressing. I still underestimated the damage caused by burning the essence of my combat aura. Now, my body is like a sandbag that has been punctured. The feeling of getting weaker and weaker is really not good.”

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nTeresa, who stood beside the two of them, had no expression on her face, but her hands holding the sword could not stop trembling violently, showing that she was not calm at all.

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nOswede was at his most glorious period in life, but he had no choice but to fade away. The famous Golden Lion was hiding in a blacksmith’s shop in a corner of the empire, wielding a hammer.

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nAll of this was because of her.

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nJoelson took out a portion of the water from the Spring of Life and handed it to Oswede. He said seriously, “This should be of help to you.”

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n“Is it wine?”

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nOswede picked up the water from the Spring of Life and put it under his nose to smell it. He was stunned but then he reminisced, “Do you still remember the fire dance we drank in the Saint Realm town?”

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n“I miss it so much. Unfortunately, I don’t dare to go to the Saint Realm now. I don’t dare to let others see my current appearance.”

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nJoelson was silent.

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nThe Old Lion felt that his life was coming to an end. He would find an empty corner and wait for death to come.

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nJust like Oswede, the Golden Lion would always be the Golden Lion.

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n“Fortunately, Teresa did not disappoint me.”

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nOswede looked at Teresa with relief.

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nThe latter could not take it anymore and knelt in front of Oswede. Her eyes were red and she held the sword with both hands. She said firmly, “With this sword, I swear that I will protect my father from now on!”

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nAs soon as Teresa finished speaking, her body emitted a hazy green light. The wind elements in the world kept gathering toward her.

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nOswede looked excited and whispered, “Is she promoted?”

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nThere was surprise in Joelson’s eyes.

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nHe did not expect Teresa to break through to the saint-level at this moment.

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nAnd she had comprehended her own path of protection. The road ahead would be more brilliant compared to ordinary people.

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nFunina’s mouth was wide open as she stared in shock at Teresa, who was in the midst of her advancement. Once again, she felt a heavy blow to her heart.

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nSeventeen years old, saint-level.

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nThis was almost comparable to her father back then.

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nShe really needed to work hard.

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nTeresa’s advancement attracted the attention of many people. Several old saint-level masters who were stationed in the capital appeared in the sky above the blacksmith shop.

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nWhen they were casually looked at by Joelson, all of them felt as if they had suffered a heavy blow. Their souls felt as if they had been stabbed.

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nThey quickly retreated respectfully.

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nA resolute man located somewhere in the palace suddenly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a light green light flowing in his eyes, and there was a faint joy in his expression.

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nIt was the famous Violet Blade, Franklin!

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n“This aura, it’s Teresa. She has advanced!”

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nFranklin appeared at the entrance of the blacksmith’s shop in a few flashes. He was the only person in the entire kingdom who knew this place apart from Teresa.

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nFranklin saw Teresa wrapped in wind magic elements at a glance and his heart became wild with joy. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly saw the slender and elegant figure beside Oswede, and his heart trembled violently.

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nHe stopped in his tracks and stood silently in place, no longer moving forward. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

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nIt was him.

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