Breeding Dragons From Today

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

Frederick smiled bitterly and sighed. "A seventeen-year-old, tier 9 existence is almost certain to step into God's domain. Compared to Master, the violet blade and the golden lion really aren't even trash."

Although there was some flattery involved, after hearing Frederick's words, Joelson relaxed slightly.

It seemed that borrowing the magic array shouldn't be a problem.

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Frederick went forward to open the door, and the elven attendant of the hotel stood at the door with a smile.

"Two distinguished guests, Pryce of the Holy Church of Light has come to the king's city. Many people have gone to admire the elegance of the silver hand."

The elven attendant made a routine announcement and left after saying that.

Frederick glanced at Joelson, who stood up and nodded lightly. "Let's go and take a look."

What exactly was the so-called super genius of the central continent like.

The spacious and straight Violet Avenue ran through the immortal city and could accommodate eight carriages passing through at the same time.

But now, it was so crowded that not even a mosquito could fly in.

Joelson and Frederick found a bell tower and flew to the top so that they could see what was happening below.

They only saw a mighty team walking into the city gate.

All of them were light unicorns as mounts.

This kind of gentle and powerful light-type magical beast had always been favored by the people of the Holy See.

Holy knights in beautiful white armor walked in the front, followed by hundreds of priests in white robes.

Joelson had seen the Holy Church of Light travel in the southern region before, but now it was dozens of times more spectacular than when the archbishop and the Holy Son of Light went out.

Golden holy light fell like rain, and white petals spread on the ground. The blessed and holy aura was like an angel descending into the human world. In terms of extravagance, it was absolutely excellent.

People on both sides of the street would exclaim from time to time. Many of them were devout believers of the holy church, kneeling on the ground and shouting loudly, "God of light!".

The leader of the group was the most beautiful.

A young knight with a head full of brilliant golden hair and golden armor had a confident smile on his handsome face.

"Lord Pryce!"

"Silver hand!"

"Messenger of the God of light!"

Countless people shouted the name of Pryce. Countless girls in the king's city blushed. Their eyes were filled with admiration and worship. They threw lilies that they had just picked at Pryce.

Pryce seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. As he rode on the back of the beautiful unicorn of light, his radiance couldn't help but cause people to cast sidelong glances at him.

Joelson looked at this young expert from the Church of Light and said in a low voice, "Rank 9."

"That's right."

Frederick nodded and said with a complicated tone, "The Church of Light is the biggest winner after the planar war. The God of light has repeatedly performed miracles, and there are countless experts under his command."

Frederick had been hiding for thousands of years, and most of them had been hunted by the people of the Church of light. He really had a lot of feelings.

"This Pryce is not the number one genius of the Church of Light. According to convention, the Silver Hand also has the authority of God. These two are the two commanders appointed by the Holy Knights of the Church of Light."

"But I just heard some interesting secrets."

Frederick laughed and said in a low voice, "Some people say that Pryce is the illegitimate son of the current Pope of light, so he is more valued and looked forward to by the Pope than the authority of God."

Joelson was not interested in these gossips. After watching for a while, he brought Frederick back to the hotel.

After entering the door, Joelson's expression suddenly changed and he glanced at Frederick.

Frederick was as smart as a devil, so how could he not know what it meant? He laughed ferociously and stretched out his skinny hand to grab a corner of the room.

A thick aura of death spread out.

The aura of death transformed into a huge skeleton handprint and grabbed at a corner of the room.

The transparent void rippled with an invisible ripple.

"Ah!" A panicked cry sounded.

A figure rolled out from the corner in a sorry state, and his first reaction was to pounce towards the window.

Frederick's huge hand of the aura of death had already arrived in front of her, but she completely ignored it.

A burst of strong light burst out from her body, completely cancelling out the hand seal of the aura of death.

"Eh?"

There was a faint look of puzzlement in Joelson's eyes.

Frederick was a saint-level mage. Although this was just a casual attack and he did not use his full strength, it still had the power of a tier 8 to tier 9 mage.

However, it was easily canceled out by a magic tool on this person's body. It was really surprising.

The figure broke through the window and jumped out.

Joelson's figure flashed.

After a while, he walked in from the window with a struggling girl in his hand.

"Let go of me!"

The girl widened her eyes and glared at Joelson and Frederick. She threatened, "How dare the Necromancer hide in the king's city. If I tell the law enforcement team of the king's city, the two of you will be finished!"

Joelson glanced at her and ignored her. He said to Frederick, "In that case, Frederick, turn her into a skeleton."

"Yes, Master."

Frederick showed a ferocious and cruel smile.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The girl screamed and retreated desperately.

Joelson nodded slightly, and Frederick retreated respectfully.

The girl was slightly relieved, but she looked at Joelson in surprise.

A necromancer who was at least level eight or even level nine actually listened to a young man who was much younger than her. Weren't necromancers an extremely proud existence?!

Joelson casually set up a soundproof magic circle and sat down on a chair in the room, looking down at the girl.

"Tell me, who are you?"

He carefully looked at the girl. She was wearing a man's outfit. Her legs were long and slender, her facial features were delicate and fair, and her long, rose-red hair was exceptionally beautiful.

The girl looked at Joelson warily and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Joelson laughed, shook his head and said, "Then let's change the question. What's your name?"

"I can't tell you that."

Joelson turned to look at Frederick. Frederick nodded, and a strong aura of death emerged from his hand again.

The girl was so scared that she quickly shouted, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

"My name is."

The girl's eyes darted around, and she answered, "Elin, my name is Elin."

Joelson frowned slightly and was about to continue asking when there was an urgent knock on the door.

Joelson cast a spell on the girl and Frederick went to open the door.

Outside the door.

The elven attendant of the inn smiled embarrassedly as he stood at the door, followed by the fully armed guards of the king's city.