Everyone in the Sword and Rose mercenary group looked at Joelson as if they had seen a monster. They were very shocked.
It was too terrifying!
Just like what Joelson had said, he had been standing in the same place from the beginning until now. His feet had not moved a single step.
No, it should be said that he had not even moved his fingers.
His expression didn't change at all. He looked calm.
It was absolute confidence in his own strength that he couldn't believe.
"I'm afraid that what he said before was to infuriate amber and triggered him into a berserk state," Hewlett said in a low voice.
At this time, the image of Joelson in the hearts of everyone in the Sword and Rose mercenary group continued to grow.
Everyone felt a deep sense of awe in their hearts.
Just the magic shield alone could have such a terrifying defense. Even the berserk state of Amberg was unable to break it. How terrifying was Joelson's strength?!
Tier 8, tier 9?
Even saint tier!
He was shocked by his own guess.
Hewlett swallowed hard, feeling very ashamed.
Only now did he know how ridiculous his previous thought was.
He was a genius, and a genius with terrifying talent.
"Sir."
Hewlett thought for a long time and shouted out such a name.
Joelson shook his head lightly and explained, "Actually, I'm not as strong as you think. It's just a little trick."
Everyone secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
No matter what, they believed it.
Because the fact that it was beyond their imagination was really hard to accept.
But even so, Joelson's performance was still shocking enough.
The girl who looked like a priest walked up and placed her hand on the top of Amberg's head. Her hand emitted a white light.
After being soaked by the saint-level white light, Amberg's body slowly relaxed. The red and swollen wounds on his body were also slowly recovering.
"Kath is a sixth-rank priest of the Church of Light. She has a powerful healing ability."
Hewlett explained to Joelson.
Joelson had used his strength in exchange for the respect of the Sword and Rose mercenary group.
Hewlett was both shocked and secretly delighted.
If there was a powerful mage like Joelson, this mission would be even more secure.
Amberg got up from the ground and shook his head. He was still a little dizzy.
When he saw what was in front of him, he immediately stood up and walked toward Joelson with his double-edged axe.
"Amberg!" Hewlett shouted.
Barbarians were very persistent. Amberg had lost to Joelson. It seemed that he would fight with him to the end today.
Amberg ignored Hewlett and was full of vigor.
Joelson looked at him calmly.
Since he had the ability to make Amberg fall once, he could make him fall a second time. And this time, he would never get up again.
Just when everyone thought that Amberg wanted to fight again, the boorish man knelt down in front of Joelson.
Bang!
He knocked his head hard.
Even the green brick floor was smashed into a small pit.
Everyone was stunned.
Amberg raised the double-edged axe above his head and shouted, "Amberg lost. According to the agreement, Amberg's weapon is yours."
Although the barbarian warriors were stubborn, fierce, and warlike, they also admired the strong.
Once they recognized you, they would admire you from the bottom of their hearts.
Obviously, Joelson used the simplest and most direct method to do this. He ruthlessly crushed the barbarian warriors in their best field.
At this moment, Joelson was officially accepted by the Sword and Rose mercenary group.
"Since I have become a member of the mercenary group, there are some things that I should know."
Joelson looked at Hewlett and asked, "What exactly is this mission to escort?"
Hewlett said vaguely, "It is a relatively precious magic material. It is a commission from the Mage Union. Now that we have completed it, we need to deliver it back as soon as possible."
"Oh."
Joelson pretended to be surprised and said, "So you have the ability to get the material, but you don't have the confidence to send it to the King's City?"
"Well, it's just to be safer."
Hewlett's answer was full of loopholes, which made Joelson frown.
A group of elite mercenaries whose average strength was at tier-7 and tier-8 needed to seek help from others to escort an item.
They even shared the mission and paid extra for it.
What kind of magic material was so precious? Or rather, what would the item in Hewlett's hands attract? They had no choice but to be cautious, even fearful.
Hewlett had been hiding it all along, and there was nothing Joelson could do about it.
He might as well not ask.
In any case, he just wanted to head to the king's city along the way. As long as it did not affect him, everything would be fine.
"Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, we will officially set off," Hewlett announced.
Joelson nodded and went upstairs to his room.
A few pairs of eyes stared at his back. When Joelson's back completely disappeared, the members of the mercenary group began to discuss.
"Leader, where did you find this guy? He's terrifyingly strong!"
"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen a mage who can use a magic shield to fight against Amberg's battle-axe."
"That mage kid from before didn't even have the right to carry his shoes!"
Hewlett listened to his companions' exclamations, and his expression was slightly smug.
Clayton actually gave him a big gift this time.
A sinister voice sounded.
"I'm just afraid that he has other motives. A mage with at least level-8 strength can become a core force even in a large mercenary group. Why does he have to come here? I suspect that he's here for that thing."
The one who spoke was the assassin, Alvin.
Darlene, the dark elf, also nodded slightly and said, "I think what Alvin said makes sense. Hewlett, are you sure that there's nothing wrong with him?"
Hewlett's expression became doubtful and serious. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm not sure either. Let him follow for the time being. Just be careful of him on the way."
"Okay."
...
At this moment, Joelson was already in the Dragon God Ranch.
Today was an especially important day. Joelson was even a little excited.
Du Lu was about to advance to saint-level!
After a few months, almost half a year, Joelson had fed most of the farm crops to Du Lu, and finally accumulated enough growth value for Du Lu to advance.
After harvesting a new batch of mature dragon tooth grass, Du Lu opened his mouth and swallowed all of it without hesitation.
All the dragons on the farm gathered around to witness the birth of a saint-level dragon.
After Du Lu ate the crops, the last bit of growth value was filled.
It raised its head and roared. An extremely terrifying aura erupted from its body.
Flames.
Intense flames ignited in the void and quickly spread into a sea of fire.