DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 240: Space Magic; Archers
In the middle of the hall, the silver-haired youth sat on a silver-gray throne.
This...
The legal depth of domain level space?
Joelson's expression returned to normal. He bowed earnestly to the silver-haired youth. "Greetings, Mr. Silver Throne."
This was the respect required for a domain-level expert.
The silver-haired young man stood up. He only took one step before walking over to Joelson.
Looking at Joelson in a daze, he chuckled and said, "That's just a small trick to folding space. If you have spatial magic talent, I really don't mind teaching you."
Joelson took a deep breath. This was the first time he had faced the god domain. He was too surprised. He's a little dazed.
"Where is Osweden?"
The silver-haired youth smiled and said, "You should be more worried about him. This little lion who likes to talk nonsense should have received a small punishment long ago. Moreover, I want to have a private chat with you. Oh, right. You can call me Archer."
"That's a name from a long time ago. I almost forgot about that."
The silver-haired youth's eyes showed a memorable expression and his tone was filled with****** cryptic.
Archer's gaze returned to Joelson, and he suddenly said, "You've caused quite a lot of trouble this time around. The Light Church had lost twenty saint-level knights at once and even the Throne of Light was furious."
"More than twenty?"
Joelson's gaze focused. "Only seven of them died at my hands, including Stanley."
"I know."
Archer nodded and said, "Actually, you are still hunting the Light Church outside. The silver light in the Light Church goes out several times a day, and you have also killed the Kokonoro of the Black Dragon Tribe."
Archer's face showed a surprised expression and he even clapped excessively. "You really know how to make trouble. You remind me of myself when I was young."
Archer looked at Joelson with a look of agreement and said, "You're really amazing."
This is the second time Archer has praised Joelson in such a short time, even though Joelson has been so distasteful of this kind of praise.
"Someone used my name to hunt down the sacred level powerhouse of the Light Church?"
Joelson couldn't help but ask.
Archer flicked his finger and replied, "That's right. Now, even if a small ant from the Light Church dies, it will not hesitate to push it towards you. Tell me, is this big?"
"I didn't kill Kokonoro either."
Joelson said to Archer but he could not say anything about the Dragon God Farm.
Archer nodded. "Are you putting him in jail somewhere? As long as Kokonoro did not die, the dragon race would be easy to deal with. But the Light Church..."
Archer touched his delicate chin, looking like he was having a headache.
Just as Joelson was about to say something, Archer suddenly smiled brightly and said, "I almost forgot that you beat up the little girl, the Sacred Zither. The Light Church can't do anything to you. Ahaha!"
Joelson frowned slightly and said, "What about the Throne of Light?"
Archer patted Joelson on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry. No matter how furious the Light Throne was, he would never personally attack a child under the Throne."
"With me here, you can beat the people of the Light Church. As long as you don't kill too much, it doesn't matter."
Don't kill too much? Whether he intended to kill one or two would not be a problem!
Joelson's expression was strange. He suddenly realized that the Silver Throne in front of him seemed to have a very bad impression of the Light Church.
"I'll go to the Light Church later. Hahaha, even the Sacred Zither is no match for you. I was looking forward to seeing the ugly expression on the face of the Throne of Light."
After exiting the Silver Palace, Joelson is shocked to discover that Oswede is already waiting for him at the door.
Oswede doesn't look too good. There were scars on his face and body, making him look very pitiful.
"You out?"
Oswede helplessly smiled bitterly at Joelson and said, "It looks like you and the Silver Throne are chatting well."
Joelson judged her with a strange look.
Oswede's face turned slightly red. He coughed twice and closed his mouth.
Oswede took Joelson out of the silver-gray palace and flew into the clouds below.
What appeared in front of him was a small town.
It was similar to an ordinary city, except that under its feet was a white cloud covered with magic arrays.
Except for a few saint-level powerhouses that only knew how to cultivate ascetically, most saint-level powerhouses were still interested in enjoying themselves.
They had more strength and a longer lifespan than ordinary people. Moreover, they knew that there was no hope for them to take another step forward. Other than enjoying the various benefits brought by their own strength, what else could they do?
The city was bigger than Joelson had imagined. It has all kinds of facilities, including taverns, restaurants, and hotels.
It seems normal, but in reality, the shops sell the best dwarf wine. The dishes in the restaurant were cooked with ingredients from high-level magical beasts. The rooms in the hotel were even more luxurious than the palace. Even the prostitutes on the street corners are all pretty.
The people on the street were all powerhouses emitting a holy aura but the shopkeepers were just a few ordinary people who were quite strong.
"I've been to many places on this continent but there's no place like this, Paradise Town."
Oswede sighed and introduced to Joelson, "This place can meet all your material needs, as long as you can pay enough magic crystal coins."
Pointing to the lipstick sign, which showed a small house, Oswede bowed and whispered to Joelson, "If you want a beautiful girl to accompany you, there are many royal princesses, elves, orcs, and even winged humans, there are many, the nearly extinct. ."
Oswede looked at Joelson strangely.
Joelson looked at Oswede and suddenly thought of something. He said, "The Golden Lion is not only a talking lion but also a depraved lion. It's totally unexpected."
Oswede looked a little embarrassed. He laughed and said, "Then let's have a drink!"
Joelson follows Oswede to a small tavern.
It was very spacious and the surroundings were not bad. Several saint level masters gathered and seemed to be discussing something loudly.
Shortly after, a servant arrived. It was a sweet looking girl. Joelson could sense that his spiritual power had reached the level of a seventh level mage.
A seventh rank magician at this age, if placed in the Southern Region's Tulip Academy, would definitely be a super genius that would cause a sensation.
But here, the servants were very respectful and humble.