In the middle of the hall, the silver-haired youth was sitting on a silver-gray throne.
This was...
The profundity of a domain-level space law?
Joelson's expression returned to normal. He bowed solemnly to the silver-haired youth. "Greetings, Lord Silver Throne."
This was the necessary respect for a domain-level expert.
The silver-haired youth stood up. He only took one step before walking up to Joelson.
Seeing that Joelson was in a daze, he chuckled and said, "It's just a small trick to fold space. If you have spatial magic talent, I really don't mind teaching you."
Joelson took a deep breath. This was his first time facing a god's domain. He had been shocked too much. He was a little dazed.
"Where's Oswede?"
The silver-haired youth smiled and said, "You should be more worried about him. This little lion that likes to talk nonsense should have received a small punishment a long time ago. Moreover, I wish to have a private chat with you. Oh, right. You can directly call me Archer."
"It's a name from a long time ago. I almost forgot about it."
The silver-haired young man's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence and his tone was filled with a faint sigh.
Archer's gaze returned to Joelson, and he suddenly said, "You've caused quite a lot of trouble this time. The Church of Light has lost twenty top saint-level knights at once and even the Light Throne is furious."
"More than twenty?"
Joelson's gaze focused. "Only seven of them died at my hands, including Stanley."
"I know."
Archer nodded and said, "In fact, you're still hunting down the Church of Light outside. The silver lamps in the Church of Light are extinguished several times a day, and you've also killed the Black Dragon Tribe's Kokonoro."
Archer's face revealed a look of surprise and he even clapped his hands exaggeratedly. "You really know how to cause trouble. You remind me of myself when I was young."
Archer looked at Joelson with an approving gaze and said, "You're really amazing."
This was the second time that Archer had praised Joelson in such a short period of time, even though Joelson really did not like this kind of praise.
"Someone is using my name to hunt down a saint-level powerhouse of the Church of Light?"
Joelson could not help but ask.
Archer snapped his fingers and replied, "That's right. Now, even if a small ant of the Church of Light dies, it would not hesitate to push it onto you. Tell me, is this trouble big?"
"I didn't kill Kokonoro either."
Joelson said to Archer but he could not say anything about the Dragon God's Ranch.
Archer nodded. "Did you imprison it somewhere? As long as Kokonoro is not dead, the dragon race will be easy to deal with. But the Church of Light..."
Archer touched his smooth chin, looking like he had a headache.
Just as Joelson was about to say something, Archer suddenly burst into a bright smile and said, "I almost forgot that you beat up that little girl, Holy Zither. The Church of Light can't do anything to you. Hahaha!"
Joelson frowned slightly and said, "What about the Light Throne?"
Archer patted Joelson's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry. No matter how angry the Light Throne is, it will never personally attack a kid under a Throne."
Archer looked at Joelson with an encouraging look, his face full of excitement.
"With me here, you can beat up those guys from the Church of Light. As long as you don't kill too many, it's not a problem."
Don't kill too many? Did he mean that killing one or two wouldn't be a problem!
Joelson's expression was strange. He suddenly realized that the Silver Throne in front of him seemed to have a very bad impression of the Church of Light.
"I'm going to the Church of Light later. Hahaha, even the Holy Zither is no match for you. I'm really looking forward to seeing the ugly expression on the Light Throne's face."
After coming out of the Silver Palace, Joelson was surprised to find that Oswede was already waiting for him at the door.
Oswede didn't look too good. There were traces of injuries on his face and body, making him look very miserable.
"You came out?"
Oswede helplessly smiled bitterly at Joelson and said, "It seems that you and the Silver Throne had a good chat."
Joelson sized him up with a strange look.
Oswede's face turned slightly red. He coughed twice and shut his mouth.
Oswede took Joelson out of the silver-gray palace and flew down to the clouds below.
What appeared in front of him was a small town.
It was similar to an ordinary town, except that under his feet was a white cloud covered with magic arrays.
Except for a few saint-level powerhouses who only knew how to cultivate ascetically, most saint-level powerhouses were still keen on enjoying themselves.
They had more power and a longer lifespan than ordinary people. Moreover, they knew that there was no hope for them to take another step forward. Besides enjoying the various benefits brought by their own strength, what else could they do?
The town was bigger than what Joelson had imagined. It had all kinds of facilities, including taverns, restaurants, and hotels.
It looked ordinary but, in fact, the taverns sold the best dwarven wine. The dishes in the restaurants were cooked with ingredients from high-level magical beasts. The rooms in the hotels were even more luxurious than the palace. Even the prostitutes on the street corners were all top-notch beauties.
The people on the street were all powerhouses who exuded a holy aura but the shopkeepers were only some ordinary people who were quite powerful.
"I've been to many places on the continent but there's no place like this, Paradise Town."
Oswede sighed and introduced to Joelson, "This place can satisfy all your material requirements, as long as you can pay enough magic crystal coins."
Pointing at a lipstick mark, which showed a small house, Oswede bent down and whispered to Joelson "If you want a beautiful girl to accompany you, there are many princesses of kingdoms, elves, orcs, and even winged humans, which are almost extinct."
Oswede gave Joelson a strange look.
Joelson looked at Oswede and suddenly thought of something. He said, "The Golden Lion is not only a talkative lion but also a lecherous lion. It's really unexpected."
Oswede looked a little embarrassed. He laughed and said, "Then let's go drink!"
Joelson followed Oswede into a small tavern.
It was very spacious and the environment was not bad. A few saint-level masters gathered together and seemed to be discussing something loudly.
Soon, a waiter came up. It was a sweet-looking girl. Joelson could feel that her spiritual power had already reached the level of a seventh-rank mage.
A seventh-rank mage at this age, if placed in the Tulip Academy of the Southern Region, would definitely be a super genius that would cause a sensation.
But here, the waitresses were especially respectful and humble.