Joelson gently caressed Du Lu's head, calming them down.
"Roar!" Enny let out a low dragon's roar, leaning against Du Lu's side, licking the wounds on its body.
In three months, thanks to the miraculous effects of the farm crops, Du Lu had risen to rank 8.
His current attributes were:
Fire Dragon
Name: Du Lu
Strength: Tier 8
Combat Power: 8,700
Skills: Level 1-8 Fire Magic Proficiency, Bite, Dragon Shield
Habitat: large-scale fire dragon nest
Output: 70 gold coins per minute
Growth Value: 345/20,000
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Ancient Fire Dragon Bloodline: 30/100
Dragon Shield (LV5): physical damage reduced by 40%, magic damage reduced by 40%.
Du Lu's body had become many times larger. They were crouching on the ground, becoming the size of a small hill.
However, Joelson was a little worried.
During the battle just now, Du Lu had been acting very strange.
He was furious, tearing everything apart as if he could explode at any moment.
He could not delay any longer.
Joelson gave a soft, heartfelt sigh.
Opening the Dragon God Arena once every few days was no longer enough to satisfy Du Lu's desire to fight.
No dragon had ever grown up in a greenhouse, even with an ancient dragon soul as a training partner.
It would still require a real battle, as well as hot flesh and blood, to allow Du Lu to transition out of their current state.
Training needed to start as soon as possible.
In the past three months, Enny had advanced to rank 5.
If not for the fact that Du Lu had received most of the farm's output, Enny would have already reached rank 6 or even rank 7 by now.
She was just a little bit away from levelling up.
Meanwhile, Joelson was about to welcome his third dragon.
Joelson's magic power was still that of a tier 6 mage, but he had already mastered it perfectly.
The knight's level rose to another tier smoothly. It seemed that when Joelson was getting used to the knight's ability, he had not fully absorbed the power of the Earth Dragon's blood in his body.
With his current strength and the escort of a level eight dragon, he would be able to deal with any unexpected crisis during the training.
The thought of leaving the Tulip Magic Academy became more and more urgent in his mind.
After leaving the ranch, Joelson came to the living room.
"Master Joelson!"
Two delicate voices greeted him.
Joelson nodded slightly.
Mavis and Jessalind, who had changed into formal maid attire, had a different temperament.
They were very well-behaved and stayed at Joelson's place. They had contracted all of Leas' work, and they had done it in more detail.
Leas became Joelson's maid butler. Mavis and Jessalind both called her sister.
"Young Master!"
Leas walked up quickly, and Joelson sat down in his clothes. She poured him a cup of hot tea and massaged his shoulders skilfully.
He heard that Leas had secretly experimented on Mavis and Jessalind. Now that the massage technique had improved a lot, Joelson felt very comfortable.
Joelson closed his eyes slightly.
Leas lowered her body and whispered in his ear, "Young master, Morton is here."
He opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in them.
Little Morton?!
He was the valet he had brought out from the Baron's tie.
After entering the Tulip Academy, he had been allowed to stay in a small hotel alone.
It had been a long time since he had seen him.
"Let him in."
"Okay."
Leas called little Morton in.
Joelson sized up little Morton.
He was wearing a good silk shirt with deerskin boots on his feet, and his hair had been carefully groomed.
Joelson almost didn't recognize him at first glance.
"It seems that you've been living quite well these days."
Little Morton smiled embarrassedly.
As the name of Joelson shook the capital, young Morton, who was Joelson's valet, also became famous.
Every day, people came to him to curry favor and send gifts.
Those nobles who used to be of high status now stood in front of him with their heads lowered.
In less than a week, young Morton had become very arrogant.
Little Morton was not stupid. From the looks and tone of the people who had come before, he could feel how powerful Joelson was now.
It was said that he could become a saint-level mage!
Well, little Morton did not know what a saint-level mage meant.
But he knew that his young master's status was very noble now, and many people wanted to please the young master.
As a result, his life was very comfortable. He thought to himself that being able to accompany his young master to school was the luckiest thing in his life.
"What's the matter?"
Joelson stopped breathing and took a sip of the Teacup slowly. He asked faintly.
Morton hurriedly took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Joelson.
"Baron, a letter was sent some time ago."
Joelson gently waved his hand, and the letter flew into his hand automatically.
This caused Morton to admire him again.
Joelson read the letter, but there was no expression on his face.
"When was this letter sent?"
Morton was stunned. His eyes flickered, and he stuttered, "It was... it was a week ago."
PA!
Morton screamed and flew out.
He covered half of his red and swollen face in horror and quickly crawled under Joelson's feet. He said, "Young master, I was wrong!"
Joelson looked at him coldly. His face seemed to be frozen.
Although he did not say a word, endless fear rose in Morton's heart.
He lay at the feet of Joelson, his body trembling.
Leas and Mavis were also frightened.
Especially Leas, this was the first time she saw Joelson like this.
Joelson always gave people the impression that he was a gentle and elegant aristocrat. He also had the unique charm of a magician. He was wise and polite. Standing in front of him was like a spring breeze blowing on his body. It was very comfortable.
However, without a picture frame, he looked so terrible when he was angry.
It reminded people of the sudden change in the weather.
"Young Master."
Leas called out carefully.
Joelson seemed to have gradually regained his calm. He said faintly, "Let's go back to the Baron's territory."
Everyone was stunned for a moment and then nodded repeatedly in a hurry.
"I'll go prepare the car!"
Little Morton immediately said.
Joelson's eyes narrowed slightly, looking down at him. The coldness in his eyes almost froze all the blood in Little Morton's body.
"If I skin you..."
Little Morton knocked his head on the ground, making a "Dong Dong" sound, and his whole body was trembling.
Joelson glanced at him and said coldly, "Take off these clothes. You'll look the same when you came here, and you'll look the same when you go back now!"
"Understood! Understood!"
Then he turned and said to Leas, "You go back with me. Mavis and Jessalind will continue to stay in the academy."