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nJoelson gently caressed Du Lu’s head, calming them down.

n“Roar!” Enny let out a low dragon’s roar, leaning against Du Lu’s side, licking the wounds on its body.

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nIn three months, thanks to the miraculous effects of the farm crops, Du Lu had risen to rank 8.

nHis current attributes were:

nFire Dragon

nName: Du Lu

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nStrength: Tier 8

nCombat Power: 8,700

nSkills: Level 1-8 Fire Magic Proficiency, Bite, Dragon Shield

nHabitat: large-scale fire dragon nest

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nOutput: 70 gold coins per minute

nGrowth Value: 345

/20,000

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nAncient Fire Dragon Bloodline: 30

/100

nDragon Shield (LV5): physical damage reduced by 40%, magic damage reduced by 40%.

nDu Lu’s body had become many times larger. They were crouching on the ground, becoming the size of a small hill.

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nHowever, Joelson was a little worried.

nDuring the battle just now, Du Lu had been acting very strange.

nHe was furious, tearing everything apart as if he could explode at any moment.

nHe could not delay any longer.

nJoelson gave a soft, heartfelt sigh.

nOpening the Dragon God Arena once every few days was no longer enough to satisfy Du Lu’s desire to fight.

nNo dragon had ever grown up in a greenhouse, even with an ancient dragon soul as a training partner.

nIt would still require a real battle, as well as hot flesh and blood, to allow Du Lu to transition out of their current state.

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nTraining needed to start as soon as possible.

nIn the past three months, Enny had advanced to rank 5.

nIf not for the fact that Du Lu had received most of the farm’s output, Enny would have already reached rank 6 or even rank 7 by now.

nShe was just a little bit away from levelling up.

nMeanwhile, Joelson was about to welcome his third dragon.

nJoelson’s magic power was still that of a tier 6 mage, but he had already mastered it perfectly.

nThe knight’s level rose to another tier smoothly. It seemed that when Joelson was getting used to the knight’s ability, he had not fully absorbed the power of the Earth Dragon’s blood in his body.

nWith his current strength and the escort of a level eight dragon, he would be able to deal with any unexpected crisis during the training.

nThe thought of leaving the Tulip Magic Academy became more and more urgent in his mind.

nAfter leaving the ranch, Joelson came to the living room.

n“Master Joelson!”

nTwo delicate voices greeted him.

nJoelson nodded slightly.

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nMavis and Jessalind, who had changed into formal maid attire, had a different temperament.

nThey were very well-behaved and stayed at Joelson’s place. They had contracted all of Leas’ work, and they had done it in more detail.

nLeas became Joelson’s maid butler. Mavis and Jessalind both called her sister.

n“Young Master!”

nLeas walked up quickly, and Joelson sat down in his clothes. She poured him a cup of hot tea and massaged his shoulders skilfully.

nHe heard that Leas had secretly experimented on Mavis and Jessalind. Now that the massage technique had improved a lot, Joelson felt very comfortable.

nJoelson closed his eyes slightly.

nLeas lowered her body and whispered in his ear, “Young master, Morton is here.”

nHe opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in them.

nLittle Morton?!

nHe was the valet he had brought out from the Baron’s tie.

nAfter entering the Tulip Academy, he had been allowed to stay in a small hotel alone.

nIt had been a long time since he had seen him.

n“Let him in.”

n“Okay.”

nLeas called little Morton in.

nJoelson sized up little Morton.

nHe was wearing a good silk shirt with deerskin boots on his feet, and his hair had been carefully groomed.

nJoelson almost didn’t recognize him at first glance.

n“It seems that you’ve been living quite well these days.”

nLittle Morton smiled embarrassedly.

nAs the name of Joelson shook the capital, young Morton, who was Joelson’s valet, also became famous.

nEvery day, people came to him to curry favor and send gifts.

nThose nobles who used to be of high status now stood in front of him with their heads lowered.

nIn less than a week, young Morton had become very arrogant.

nLittle Morton was not stupid. From the looks and tone of the people who had come before, he could feel how powerful Joelson was now.

nIt was said that he could become a saint-level mage!

nWell, little Morton did not know what a saint-level mage meant.

nBut he knew that his young master’s status was very noble now, and many people wanted to please the young master.

nAs a result, his life was very comfortable. He thought to himself that being able to accompany his young master to school was the luckiest thing in his life.

n“What’s the matter?”

nJoelson stopped breathing and took a sip of the Teacup slowly. He asked faintly.

nMorton hurriedly took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Joelson.

n“Baron, a letter was sent some time ago.”

nJoelson gently waved his hand, and the letter flew into his hand automatically.

nThis caused Morton to admire him again.

nJoelson read the letter, but there was no expression on his face.

n“When was this letter sent?”

nMorton was stunned. His eyes flickered, and he stuttered, “It was… it was a week ago.”

nPA!

nMorton screamed and flew out.

nHe covered half of his red and swollen face in horror and quickly crawled under Joelson’s feet. He said, “Young master, I was wrong!”

nJoelson looked at him coldly. His face seemed to be frozen.

nAlthough he did not say a word, endless fear rose in Morton’s heart.

nHe lay at the feet of Joelson, his body trembling.

nLeas and Mavis were also frightened.

nEspecially Leas, this was the first time she saw Joelson like this.

nJoelson always gave people the impression that he was a gentle and elegant aristocrat. He also had the unique charm of a magician. He was wise and polite. Standing in front of him was like a spring breeze blowing on his body. It was very comfortable.

nHowever, without a picture frame, he looked so terrible when he was angry.

nIt reminded people of the sudden change in the weather.

n“Young Master.”

nLeas called out carefully.

nJoelson seemed to have gradually regained his calm. He said faintly, “Let’s go back to the Baron’s territory.”

nEveryone was stunned for a moment and then nodded repeatedly in a hurry.

n“I’ll go prepare the car!”

nLittle Morton immediately said.

nJoelson’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking down at him. The coldness in his eyes almost froze all the blood in Little Morton’s body.

n“If I skin you…”

nLittle Morton knocked his head on the ground, making a “Dong Dong” sound, and his whole body was trembling.

nJoelson glanced at him and said coldly, “Take off these clothes. You’ll look the same when you came here, and you’ll look the same when you go back now!”

n“Understood! Understood!”

nThen he turned and said to Leas, “You go back with me. Mavis and Jessalind will continue to stay in the academ

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