Joelson's slender index finger tapped on the wooden table rhythmically, he said calmly, "I once read in an ancient book that there is a strange fish in the sea. Its strength is around tier 3. The fish oil refined from its meat is very delicious, but it can make a high-tier magical beast fall into a deep sleep. I never thought that I would be able to taste it one day. What an honor."
The magical deep sleep fish oil could not compare to the purification of the water of the spring of life.
The water that Joelson had asked Dayshannon to drink was the water of the Spring of Life.
As for him, even if he did not drink the water of the Spring of Life, with the strength of a tier 8 knight and the addition of the dragon blood, he would only feel a little dizzy.
"Kid, you're Good!"!
Beaufort stared at Joelson, gritted his teeth and said, "But you're still dead!"
"Go! That chick has a magic crystal the size of a pigeon egg on her neck. We'll be rich if we get it!"
The fierce men rushed at the two men and walked up with big strides. They said with a ferocious smile, "Old Beaufort, I told you there was no need to go through so much trouble. This weak gigolo, I can..."
Before the man could finish his words, he suddenly widened his eyes. A very thin and fast line of fire was reflected in his pupils.
Joelson waved at him.
The line of fire passed through the man's neck and quickly disappeared into the air.
The man covered his neck tightly. He opened his mouth but could not say a word.
In the next moment, his head suddenly rolled down. His eyes were wide open as he stared straight ahead.
The burly man's body fell with a bang. There were scorched marks on the cut as if his neck had been cut off by a red-hot iron blade.
The others were stunned. They stared blankly at their companion's body. The pool of blood under their feet was gradually spreading, and they were very shocked.
"Dayshannon!" Joelson called out softly.
Dayshannon stood up nervously.
"Huh?"
Joelson said gently, "Don't look."
"Okay."
Dayshannon quickly turned around and covered her ears tightly.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"What are you still standing there for?! Kill him!" Old Beaufort shouted crazily.
The rest of the men came back to their senses with fear in their eyes, but they had to muster up the courage to charge forward.
A moment later, the inn was in a mess.
The floor was littered with mutilated corpses. The smell of blood and charred flesh filled the entire space.
Old Beaufort's face was pale. His entire body was trembling as he curled up in a corner. He stared at the figure of Joelson with a terrified expression.
Joelson held a clean silk scarf. As he carefully wiped his hands, he slowly walked toward old Beaufort.
The crisp sound of footsteps was like the sound of a bell that was about to die. It struck old Beaufort's heart one after another.
Every step he took, his body would tremble violently.
"Don't... Don't kill me! Honorable mage, this is a misunderstanding!"
Old Beaufort cried bitterly and wanted to throw himself at Joelson's feet.
Joelson looked at him indifferently and said, "Hand over that fish oil."
"Good! Good!"
Old Beaufort seemed to have grabbed the last straw to save his life. He hurriedly took out a small bottle from his bosom.
The pale-yellow liquid rippled slightly in the translucent crystal bottle.
Joelson opened it and took a sniff, a satisfied smile on his face.
"My Lord."
Old Beaufort asked in fear and nervousness, "Can you let me go?"
Joelson smiled lightly and did not say anything. He turned around and took Dayshannon's hand, striding towards the door.
Old Beaufort let out a long breath. Cold sweat drenched his entire back, and he collapsed weakly on the ground.
"Damn it! Who did I offend?!"
Old Beaufort wanted to cry, but he also felt lucky that he survived.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})But before he could rejoice for long, a raging flame quickly spread out from the entrance of the hotel, burning everything.
Soon, the entire hotel was engulfed in a sea of fire.
"No!"
Old Beaufort's desperate screams echoed.
"Boss."
Lucas swallowed with difficulty. In his widened eyes, a dazzling flame was reflected in the distance.
The terrifying fire seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands. It rose higher and higher, dyeing half of the night sky in Lucas Town red.
That was the location of the black-hearted Beaufort Hotel.
The girl's eyes were solemn as she said solemnly, "We guessed wrong. This is not a fat sheep or a vault, but two evil dragons guarding the treasure!"
"Then what he said."
The girl said with certainty, "Tomorrow, inform him to board the ship tomorrow. Ten thousand gold coins are enough for us to make two or three trips!"
"Alright!"
...
The morning sun shone down.
Dayshannon slept soundly.
Her light purple long hair fell down, and her milky white skin seemed to be emitting a holy light under the sunlight.
Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"It's morning."
She rubbed her eyes.
The morning air was exceptionally fresh, and there was a faint smell of seawater.
They had stayed overnight outside the town last night. In a small house near the seaside, they could hear the sound of the tide rising and falling.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"You're awake."
A broad voice rang in her ear, giving her a fright.
Following the voice, an old man in a white robe with white hair and beard was slowly removing the crystal eyes on the bridge of his nose and putting down the book in his hand.
It seemed that he had been in the room for a long time.
"Grandpa Harriet!"
"What are you doing here?!" Asked Dayshannon, pleasantly surprised
"It was Joelson who asked me to take care of you," Harriet Terrence said with a smile
The smile froze on her face. She suddenly understood and rushed out of the hut.
On the vast ocean, the figure of a large ship gradually became smaller on the horizon where the sea met the sky.
Dayshannon suddenly lost all her strength and sat on the ground dejectedly and dejectedly.
He left, quietly, while she slept.
He went to the central continent alone without her, as promised.
She wept silently in the face of the sea, as sad as an abandoned child.
Harriet Terrence walked slowly to her side and comforted her. "You have to understand, Daphne. There are many unknowns and mysteries in the central continent. He doesn't want you to be hurt."
Dayshannon would suddenly think of what had happened in the past few days and suddenly realize.
Perhaps from the beginning, Joelson had decided to go out to sea alone.
Taking her away from the capital and coming to Lucas Town was like fulfilling her dream of an adventure with Joelson.
Indeed, she was too stupid.
The Princess of the empire, a symbol of nobility, was actually just a burden that couldn't be helped.
If it wasn't for Joelson, Dayshannon didn't know what terrible things would have happened to her.
"Grandpa Harriet."
Dayshannon's eyes suddenly became firm, and she said seriously, "I want to study magic well!"
