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Chapter 30 The Magnolia Emperor's Decision!

Liuyun City.

Viscount Bartley's Mansion.

I heard that familiar voice.

Doug was stiff all over.

That fearless, death-defying spirit was stuck in my chest.

In a limbo, neither here nor there.

Doug almost suffered internal injuries from suffocating.

The top of the dragon's head.

A tall, slender figure leaped down gracefully.

Although his face has lost its childishness, it now possesses a more resolute, chiseled look.

But even in his grayed-out appearance, Doug would recognize those eyebrows and eyes.

Raven.

This is not over yet.

Behind the black-haired youth, an even smaller head peeked out.

"Father! Mother!"

Avril popped out with a grin.

She jumped off Raven's back and ran towards Jenny, who was standing nearby.

"Avril?"

Jenny pulled Avril into her arms.

But her gaze was fixed on the young man not far away.

"Raven————"

Looking at her mother, whose eyes were red and swollen.

Raven walked quickly to Jenny's side, revealing a bright smile.

"Raven!"

"My child!"

Jenny freed one arm and hugged Raven.

Her tears instantly burst forth.

Five years of worries and five years of fears were finally released at this moment.

"Mother!"

"I'm back!"

Raven patted his mother's back somewhat awkwardly.

This kind of warmth was more troublesome for him than facing a level nine magical beast.

the other side.

Doug stood still, his heavy sword still gripping his hand.

He looked at his son, whose face was full of helplessness.

Then look up at the colossal frost dragon overhead that blots out the sky.

My throat felt as dry as if I had swallowed a handful of sand.

The dragon lowered its head, its huge vertical pupils staring at Doug, and two streams of white, cold air spewing from its nostrils.

The grass on the ground instantly frosted over.

It really is ————.

It really is a sacred beast.

"This...this huge thing..."

Doug pointed at the dragon, his fingers trembling.

This is a Saint-level Frost Dragon!

The terrifying sense of oppression made Doug, a level nine warrior, instinctively feel palpitations.

"noob."

"It's too big, it takes up too much space."

Hearing what Doug said.

Raven broke free from his mother's embrace and spoke to Little White in the sky.

The voice just fell.

Doug's eyelids twitched violently.

This is a sacred beast!

They are also intelligent and incredibly proud dragons!

How could I possibly listen to this?

"hold head high"

The dragon let out a low roar.

Its enormous body actually began to twist and shrink.

Its terrifying body, originally a hundred meters long, shrank dramatically within seconds.

The light dissipated.

A small, snow-white lizard, more than half a meter long, appeared.

It flew straight to Raven's shoulder and even nuzzled him with its head.

To curry favor.

It's blatant pandering.

Doug felt like his worldview had shattered.

As a level nine warrior, he knew very well what this meant.

Warcraft only submits to beings stronger than itself.

Especially the dragon race.

I want to have a Saint-level Frost Dragon as a pet —

This requires more than just strength.

Absolute suppression is also required.

"Gulp."

Doug swallowed hard.

He looked at his son, who had been away from home for five years, as if he were looking at a monster.

"Raven."

"You—you've reached that level?"

Doug's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and hope.

Raven smiled but didn't say anything.

However, a slight trace of his aura was released.

"boom!"

It only lasted for a moment.

That vast, unfathomable pressure enveloped Doug.

The oppressive aura dissipated.

Doug, however, understood completely.

"Hahaha----"

"Sanctuary!"

"It truly is a sacred realm!"

"Our Bartley family has finally produced a Saint-level expert!"

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at the same time.

The capital of the Magnolia Empire.

Deep within the palace, in a magnificent golden hall.

A middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe and wearing a crown sat on a high throne.

He was George VI, the emperor of the Magnolia Empire.

at this time.

This emperor, who held the lives and deaths of millions in his hands, was holding two newly delivered magical secret letters.

Below the main hall.

The Imperial Intelligence Minister knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles, not daring to breathe.

Has the news been confirmed?

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A moment later.

The emperor finally spoke.

His voice was deep and carried an imposing, authoritative quality.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Lord Karl of Blackrock City has sent a message."

"The master of that frost dragon is indeed Raven Bartley."

"Lord Karl said that Raven Bartley's aura—is even stronger than his!"

The intelligence minister answered tremblingly.

Upon hearing this...

The emperor's pupils suddenly contracted.

Who is Carl?

That's a veteran Saint-level expert of the Empire, who has been famous for a long time!

Even Karl is ashamed of himself?

"How old is this kid?"

The emperor rubbed his temples and asked again.

"Return to Your Majesty."

"Raven Bartley just turned twenty-one this year."

Twenty-one years old.

This number struck the emperor like a heavy blow.

He was even somewhat dazed.

What was my skill level at age 21?

Level 4?

Is it level five?

And this Raven Bartley has actually reached the pinnacle of the continent!

Sanctuary!

Throughout the entire Yulan Empire, the number of Saint-level experts who are openly recognized can be counted on two hands.

Each one of them was a pillar of the empire, an ancestor to be revered.

And now, a Holy Domain that is so young has suddenly appeared.

Even more terrifying, Raven also possesses a Saint-level dragon-type magical beast.

That's equivalent to the combat power of two Saint-level beings!

It would be too dangerous if such power could not be used by the empire.

But if we could win them over—

A glint of light flashed in the emperor's eyes.

The Bartley family.

He remembered this family; it had once been glorious a thousand years ago, but later declined.

The current head of the family, Doug, is a level nine warrior who earned the title of viscount through military merit and is considered a loyal subject of the empire.

"Doug has a wonderful son!"

The emperor stood up and took two steps in front of the throne.

He was quickly calculating in his mind.

Directly reward Lei Wen?

inappropriate.

Such a peerless genius must have very high aspirations.

Money, beautiful women, and power hold limited appeal for powerful beings in the Saint Realm.

What they pursued was the ultimate power, the legendary realm of the gods.

Trying to shackle him with worldly constraints might actually cause resentment.

and.

Since Raven has already reached the Saint Realm at the age of twenty-one, his future is definitely not limited to this.

Become a god!

This is almost a certainty!

Once one becomes a god, one is an existence that transcends imperial power.

Therefore, he should not be treated like a subject.

We need to win them over.

We need to play the emotional card.

The emperor's gaze fell on the name "Doug Bartley".

If you can't handle your son, then handle your father!

As long as the Bartley family is tied to the empire's war machine.

Even if it's for the sake of family.

Raven will also stand on the side of the Empire.

"Issue my decree!"

"Viscount Doug Bartley of Flowing Cloud City has raised his son with exceptional skill, nurturing unparalleled talents for the empire!"

"Doug Bartley is hereby promoted to Hereditary Duke of the Empire!"

"The city of Liuyun and the three surrounding provinces will be designated as the territory of the Bartley family!"

"If Duke Doug is interested, the Duchy of Bartley can be established, enjoying all the privileges of a duchy!"

"in addition."

"Select some of the finest magical items from the national treasury and send them to that duchess."

"Find out what Avril likes and send it all over there!"

"Remember, be respectful; treat them like royalty!"

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