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n“In less than a year’s time, the fourth-rank mage, the number one genius of the Tulip Academy, Sir Harrison.”

nAt the last name, even Beard could not help but swallow his saliva.

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n“The personal disciple of Sir Harrison, it sounds like a dream no matter how I look at it!”

nBeard could not help but ask old Morgan, “Do you also have a son named Joelson?”

nOld Morgan snorted, waited for him and said, “I only have one son named Joelson.”

nBeard laughed embarrassedly, and then said to himself with a strange expression, “Could it be that I made a mistake during the talent test? That’s impossible. The test crystal is obviously good!”

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nBeard regretted it very much when he mentioned it.

nAfter leaving the Baron’s territory, he quickly spent all five hundred gold coins on the taverns and prostitutes, so he thought of earning another sum from old Morgan.

nOld Morgan was not a mage who graduated from a regular magic academy at all.

nWhen he was young, he had followed a wandering mage and learned a few spells in a scattered way.

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nWhen the wandering mage died, Beard finally accepted his mantle.

nDue to the lack of professional guidance and sufficient resources, he had to rely on his own exploration, causing his foundation to be unstable. It was not until he was seventy years old that Beard barely managed to become a rank 2 mage.

nBeard had once been full of ambition to explore the capital, but when he reached the capital, he realized that the nobles did not even look at a mere rank 2 mage, moreover, it was a second-tier mage like him, who was very weak and had no fighting ability at all.

nThus, he had been wandering in remote places, relying on his crude fireball spell to coax ignorant country nobles to earn money for drinking and prostitution.

nOld Morgan was the generous person that Beard had finally met. He had originally thought that he would run away with just a little more money, but Beard had returned.

nHe did not expect old Morgan, who was proud of his life, to receive him with a grand reception. Every day, he was treated with good food and good wine, and he was even willing to serve him with a maid who worshipped him as a mage.

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nBeard’s life was very comfortable. He even had the idea of adopting another baron in his heart.

nBut the happy time was always short.

nJust two months later, a group of ferocious bandits wearing black armor with terrifying strength rushed into old Morgan’s mansion.

nAt first, Beard thought that it was time for him to show off and make a contribution.

nIf he could help old Morgan defeat these bandits, then he would not have to worry about the rest of his life.

nHowever, when Beard summoned a fireball and it was destroyed by a small character among the bandits.

nHe was completely dumbfounded.

n“Did Joelson offend some young master of a big noble family in the Magic Academy?”

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nBeard couldn’t help but complain.

nYoung people were ambitious and had high self-esteem. It was common for them to argue over beautiful female classmates.

nIf Joelson was really as talented as old Morgan said, and the young master of the noble family who was “Bullied” by him held a grudge, it was very likely that he would vent his resentment on his family if he couldn’t beat Joelson.

nBeard fully exerted his imagination.

nThen, he could not help but lament his bad luck. It was completely the innocent and pitiful old man who had been implicated.

n“I don’t know.”

nOld Morgan shook his head with a heavy expression and said, “The real target of this group of people is Joelson. I really hope that he won’t come back. As long as the Edward family has him, they will never decline!”

nAt this moment, Beard could not help but admire old Morgan.

nAs an ordinary person, he was forced to drink a strange poison by those demons. He had suffered a lot, but he still had such willpower and thoughts. It was really worthy of admiration.

nBeard said in a low voice, “I really want that kid to come back. It’s best to invite Sir Harriet back as well. He was my idol when I was young.”

n“Bah! What are you talking about?!”

nThe two figures supported each other as they walked away…

nA very luxurious carriage was moving quickly on the mountain road.

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nIn stark contrast to the carriage, the coachman’s clothes were tattered. There was deep fatigue on his face, but there was also a deeper fear that drove him to not stop for a moment.

n“Young Master.”

nLeas looked out of the carriage worriedly and whispered, “Little Mortin has not rested for three days in a row. Should we…”

nJoelson opened his eyes and said indifferently, “If he can arrive in five days, he will be able to survive.”

nLeas sighed softly and did not speak anymore. The elves were born with a kind and soft heart, so she could not bear to see little Mortin’s pitiful appearance.

nLittle Mortin also heard Joelson’s words, and his expression became even more anxious.

n“Faster! Faster!”

nHe urged the two horses desperately.

nBut after running continuously throughout the night, the two horses were also very tired, and their legs went weak.

nBoom!

nThe carriage that was galloping at high speed lost its balance, and it rolled over to the side of the road.

n“Young master! Young Master!”

nMortin couldn’t care less about the sharp pain coming from his body. It seemed that his bones were broken.

nHe struggled to get up and immediately crawled over to the overturned carriage.

nJoelson took Leas’ hand and walked out from the back of the carriage without any expression.

nMortin’s face showed a hint of joy and relief. He immediately wanted to help the carriage up.

nThe two horses collapsed on the ground, and white foam kept coming out of their mouths. Their heaving chests also slowly stopped. Obviously, they had been exhausted to death.

nLittle Mortin’s face suddenly stiffened, and he was stunned. Then, he broke down and burst into tears.

n“Get Up! Get up for me!”

nLittle Mortin patted the horse’s corpse on the ground as if he had gone crazy. His face was full of fear and despair.

nSuddenly, a terrible roar came from behind him.

nA hurricane rose and blew up the dust on the ground.

nLittle Mortin turned around and saw a very large and ferocious fire dragon spread its wings and fly away.

nStanding on the back of the fire dragon, Joelson gave him a cold look and soon disappeared into the clouds.

nLittle Mortin stared blankly at the sky. After an unknown time, he collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all the strength in his body.

nLeas hugged Joelson’s waist tightly. The wind blew past her ears, and white clouds flew past her body and feet.

nLeas’ mind had not recovered yet.

nA dragon?

nYoung Master Joelson actually had a dragon!

nThis was really too shocking.

nThere was no expression on Joelson’s face. He had completely lost his patience.

nHe simply summoned Du Lu and flew up into the clouds. In less than half a day, he saw the familiar outline of the mountains in the Baron’s collar.

nDu Lu flapped his wings and slowly descended. The huge wind pressure blew the sand and stones on the ground.

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