Burton stared at Joelson with his eyes wide open and his pupils constricted, as if he had seen something unbelievable. He opened his mouth wide and said with a trembling voice, "Platinum... Platinum Throne!"
Hiss!
Everyone gasped.
Everyone's eyes turned to look at Joelson.
When he looked back, their eyes felt as if they had been stabbed by pain, and they quickly turned to the side.
Shock, surprise, excitement, worship, all sorts of emotions surged in everyone's hearts.
Someone was so excited that he could not control himself and shouted, "Yes, it's His Majesty the Platinum Throne. He's hiding in the Magic Academy and has seen the statue of His Excellency!"
"Platinum Throne!"
"Why did that girl shout for the Platinum Throne?"
"Oh God of Magic, she is the daughter of the Platinum Throne. No wonder she is able to wield an epic longsword at the eighth rank!"
"This saint-level master is finished. Snatching the thing and snatching it from the daughter of the throne is simply courting death!"
Burton and his subordinates had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. Their hearts were filled with bewilderment, despair, and unspeakable bitterness.
They wanted nothing more than to stretch out their hands and give themselves two tight slaps.
Blinded by greed, they thought about it carefully. How could someone with an epic weapon not have a powerful background?
However, this background...
Was so powerful that it made them tremble.
Now, even if they wanted to slap themselves, they simply couldn't do it.
The Platinum Throne had already used a copper coin to buy all of their right hands, and more than half of their strength had been crippled.
However, no one dared to complain. It was already lucky that they were not crushed to death by the Lord of the throne.
Burton had to kneel down respectfully, his forehead pressed against the ground under Joelson's feet, and he said sincerely.
"The throne is merciful!"
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His original goal was to let Funina learn a lesson and inspire her to move up.
Now that he had achieved his purpose, it was enough to punish her.
The throne suddenly descended and spread throughout the dwarven market in the shortest time, spreading to the entire mountain dwarven kingdom.
Everyone looked at Joelson with admiration and paid their respects to him.
Funina's face was bright. She was also honored to see her father's power.
She had been living under the Joelson nalo since she was a child. Ever since she was seven years old, she had heard a lot of legendary stories about her father.
Everyone who mentioned her father had a look of awe, respect, and admiration in their eyes. They told her one exciting story after another in a surprised tone.
Growing up under the glory of the throne, Funina also had to bear the glory of the throne.
She once thought that she had worked hard enough and was good enough but, today, reality had dealt her a heavy blow.
Turning to look at Teresa, Funina was depressed. She could not compare to this knight at all.
Funina secretly made up her mind, and her eyes became firm.
One day, she would let everyone know that her name was Funina.
She was qualified to be the daughter of the Platinum Throne!
She would not lose face for her father!
Teresa stared blankly at the back of Joelson, a strange look in her eyes.
Her usually calm and indifferent heart became excited at this moment, and her body could not stop trembling.
She still remembered that on the day her parents were killed by demi-demons, two men changed her life's fate.
One was the Golden Lion, who protected her with his life.
The other was...
The man who was known as the Platinum Throne by countless people.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})With a casual swing of his sword, he would become a nightmare for countless people, wiping out the demonic disaster that had killed countless people in the central continent.
That scene, that man's grace, was firmly imprinted in Teresa's mind. She would never forget it for the rest of her life.
Teresa tried her best to suppress the emotions in her heart. She walked in front of Joelson and knelt down on one knee.
"Greetings, Lord Platinum Throne!"
In an instant, the rest of the people also woke up in shock and knelt down one after another.
"Greetings, Lord Platinum Throne!"
The loud voice even drowned out the mixed sounds of forging on the dwarf throne.
Joelson looked Teresa up and down. A trace of a smile appeared on his face. He said faintly, "You are the child that Oswede saved. You are very good. Oswede will be proud of you."
Everyone's attention was focused on Teresa. She was trembling with excitement.
It was such an enviable honor to be praised by the Platinum Throne!
"Platinum Throne!"
An excited and rough voice came from afar. The dwarf king was rushed to the Thor's Hammer.
His thick body bent down and bowed to Joelson. "The dwarves welcome the Platinum Throne!"
In such a short time, even the dwarf king was alarmed.
Joelson nodded lightly and said, "No need."
At this time, the door of the Thor's Hammer opened with a loud bang.
Holding a huge hammer, the bald and bearded Wiebrun appeared at the door of the Thor's Hammer.
Everyone began to discuss.
"As expected, even the legendary blacksmith has to come out to welcome him!"
"This is the throne!"
"Oh right, why is His Majesty the Platinum Throne here? Is he planning to ask Master Wiebrun to forge something?"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Under everyone's gaze, Wiebrun quickly walked in front of Joelson and said respectfully, "You're here."
Everyone's expression was normal, but when Wiblon's next words came out, everyone was stunned.
"Master craftsman!"
Everyone stood rooted to the ground, unable to react for a long time.
What did Wiebrun call the Platinum Throne?
Master craftsman?
Did he say the wrong name? Did he call the Platinum Throne a master craftsman?
Everyone looked at Wiebrun in astonishment.
Wiebrun met everyone's gaze, with a calm expression, he said, "More than ten years ago, the dwarves successively gave birth to four legends and one epic. Haven't you all always been curious about whose subordinate the epic equipment came from? Today, I can announce it."
Everyone's breathing stopped as they thought of an unbelievable possibility.
Swoosh!
Everyone's gaze was focused on the epic-tier longsword meteor in Funina's hand.
This epic-tier equipment, could it be...
"That's right!"
Wiebrun used a fanatical tone and looked at Joelson devoutly and admiringly. He shouted loudly, "This epic-tier equipment came from the Platinum Throne. His Majesty is a master craftsman!"
The arena fell into a dead silence.
A few seconds later, heated discussions and cheers erupted like a volcanic eruption.
Exclamations, shock, worship, and disbelief.
The discussions surged like a tidal wave.
"His Majesty the Platinum Throne actually hid his identity as a master craftsman? This is too crazy!"
"His Majesty the throne is not even fifty years old yet. Not only is his talent in magic and knight cultivation the strongest in the middle continent, but he's also so powerful in forging? could he really be the reincarnation of a god?"
"Who said that humans can't give birth to master craftsmen? The throne is the best proof!"
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