DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 81: Return to Baron Territory (bonus)
"In less than a year, the fourth ranked magician, the number one genius of Tulip Academy, Sir Harrison."
In the last name, even Beard could not help but swallow his saliva.
"Sir Harrison's personal disciple, it sounds like a dream no matter how I look at it!"
Beard inevitably asked old Morgan, "Do you also have a son named Joelson?"
The old Morgan snorted, waited for him and said, "I have only one son named Joelson."
Beard laughed embarrassedly, and then said to himself with a strange expression, "Could I have made a mistake during the aptitude test? That's not possible. The test crystal is obviously good!"
Beard deeply regretted it when he mentioned it.
After leaving the Baron territory, he quickly spent five hundred gold coins in taverns and prostitutes, so he thought of earning some more money from old Morgan.
Old Morgan was by no means a magician who graduated from an ordinary magic academy.
When he was young, he had followed a wandering magician and learned some spells in a scattered manner.
When the wandering witch died, Beard finally received her coat.
Due to his lack of professional guidance and adequate resources, he had to rely on his own exploration, causing his foundation to be unstable. It was not until the age of seventy that Beard barely managed to become a rank 2 mage.
Beard was once brimming with ambition to explore the capital, but when he reached the capital, he realized that the nobles did not even look only at rank 2 magicians, moreover, it was a second level mage like him, who was extremely weak and had no fighting ability at all.
Having said that, he had wandered in secluded places, relying on his crude fireball spells to persuade the foolish village nobles to get money for drinking and prostitution.
Old Morgan was the philanthropist Beard eventually met. He initially thought that he would escape with just a little more money, but Beard had returned.
He did not expect the old Morgan, who was proud of his life, to accept it with a grand reception. Every day, he was treated with good food and good wine, and he was even willing to serve him with servants who adored him as a witch.
Beard's life is very comfortable. He even had the idea of adopting another baron in his heart.
But happy times are always short.
Just two months later, a group of ferocious bandits wearing black armor with terrifying strength rushed to Morgan's old mansion.
At first, Beard thought that it was time for him to show off and contribute.
If he could help old Morgan defeat these bandits, then he would not have to worry about the rest of his life.
However, when Beard summons a fireball and is destroyed by a small character among the bandits.
He's really dumbfounded.
"Did Joelson offend some of the young masters of the great noble families in the Magic Academy?"
Beard couldn't help but complain.
Young people are ambitious and have high self-esteem. It was common for them to argue about beautiful female classmates.
If Joelson is really as talented as old Morgan said, and the young master of a noble family who is "Digangled" by him holds a grudge, the, it was very likely that he would vent his hatred on his family if he could not defeat Joelson .
Beard fully exerted his imagination.
Then, he could only lament his bad luck. It was truly an innocent and pitiful old man who had been involved.
"I don't know."
Old Morgan shook his head with a heavy expression and said, "The real target of this group of people is Joelson. I really hope he won't come back. As long as the Edward family had it, they would never refuse!"
At this moment, Beard could not help but admire the old Morgan.
As an ordinary person, he was forced to drink a strange poison by those demons. He had suffered a lot, but he still had such determination and thought. It really is worth admiring.
Beard said in a low voice, "I really want the boy back. It was best to invite Sir Harriet as well. He was my idol when I was young."
"yeah! What are you talking about?!"
A very luxurious carriage moved quickly on the mountain road.
A stark contrast to the train, the coachman's clothes were tattered. There was a deep exhaustion on his face, but there was also a deeper fear that prompted him not to pause for a moment.
"Young master."
Leas looked out of the carriage anxiously and whispered, "Little Mortin has not rested for three days in a row. Should we..."
Joelson opened his eyes and said nonchalantly, "If he could arrive in five days, he would be able to survive."
Leas sighed softly and did not speak anymore. The elves were born with kind and gentle hearts, so he could not bear to see the pitiful appearance of little Mortin.
Little Mortin also heard Joelson's words, and his expression became even more anxious.
"Faster! Faster!"
He urged the two horses desperately.
But after running all night, the two horses were also very tired, and their legs were limp.
The explosion!
A train traveling at high speed loses balance, and rolls over to the side of the road.
"Young master! Young Master!"
Mortin did not care about the sharp pain coming from his body. Looks like his bones broke.
He struggled to get up and immediately crawled onto the overturned carriage.
Joelson grabbed Leas' hand and walked out from the back of the carriage expressionlessly.
Mortin's face showed a hint of excitement and relief. He immediately wanted to help the train ride.
The two horses collapsed on the ground, and white froth kept coming out of their mouths. Their up-and-down chest also slowly stopped. Clearly, they were exhausted to death.
Little Mortin's face suddenly stiffened, and he was dumbfounded. Then, she cried and cried.
"Wake up! Wake up for me!"
Little Mortin patted the corpse of a horse on the ground as if he had gone mad. His face was full of fear and despair.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from behind him.
The storm rose and blew the dust on the ground.
Little Mortin turned around and saw an enormous and ferocious fire dragon spread its wings and flew away.
Standing behind the fire dragon, Joelson looked at him coldly and immediately disappeared into the clouds.
Little Mortin stared blankly at the sky. After an unknown amount of time, he fainted on the ground as if he had lost all the strength in his body.
Leas hugged Joelson's waist tightly. The wind blew past his ears, and white clouds flew past his body and feet.
Leas' mind had not recovered.
A dragon?
Young Master Joelson actually has a dragon!
This is really too surprising.
There was no expression on Joelson's face. He really lost his patience.
He just called Du Lu and flew into the clouds. In less than half a day, he saw the outline of the mountain range on the Baron's collar.
Du Lu flapped his wings and slowly descended. A huge wind pressure blew away the sand and rocks on the ground.