DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 48: The Princess Appears
a fool?!
So this is Morton's father, the Marquis of Cumberland.
Harriet Terrence notices Morton's presence and smiles at Joelson. "Go and find your friend. You can't always live with an old man like me."
Joelson nodded and walked over to Morton.
"Morton!"
Morton was so overjoyed that his entire face trembled slightly.
He knew very well who the main character of this dinner party was.
All the nobles in the upper classes tried to befriend Morton, the rising star in the Empire.
Morton saw that his usually stern father also gave him an agreeable and hopeful look.
Being able to befriend Joelson, he felt that this was the luckiest thing he had ever met in his life.
"Morton, I didn't expect to see you here" Joelaon told Morton with a smile.
Morton said excitedly, "Of course, actually, many people in the academy are here. See that over there? Francis is there."
Joelson followed Morton's gaze and turned his head. He only saw an arrogant and cold young man staring at him from a corner.
When he looked up, he quickly shifted his gaze.
This young man was Francis.
"This guy can't be arrogant at all right now. Even his father, Grand Duke White, was depressed. Old Duke White used to love showing off his genius son to others. But since you broke the record in the Mage Tower, you don't show off how talented your son is anymore."
Morton felt that this matter was a little amusing, so he turned to look at Joelson, his eyes filled with envy and adoration as he said, "From today onwards, you are a true noble. My father said that you could at least become a noble.Given as Earl. Magic Gods! Joelson, you're only sixteen, sixteen-year-old Earl!"
Joelson smiled and said weakly, "Morton, you are also a Marquis."
"It's different."
Morton shook his head and said, "I will have to wait until I am at least twenty years old before I qualify to inherit the Marquis position. Besides, I only have qualifications. I cannot inherit it directly. My dad doesn't have it. Cough, cough, don't talk about it. You are in fourth grade now. When you graduate, your rank will definitely rise again. "
While Joelson and Morton were chatting, many noble girls kept coming to talk to him. Morton was envious. Why didn't any girl come to talk to him?
"Now all the nobles in the capital want to marry their daughter to you" Morton said.
Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the banquet hall.
A handsome and skinny middle-aged man walked in from the door. The nobles on both sides welcomed him, just as when Joelson and Harriet Terrence entered.
"Prince Antoine," Morton said in a low voice, "brother of the Emperor."
"It looks like he's coming here."
Morton's voice became nervous.
As Morton said. Antoine casually chatted with the people beside him for a while, and then directly walked towards Joelson.
"Edward Joelson! Magic genius! Genius potion! Recently, I've heard too much about your legendary deeds."
Antoine is a very charming man, making people feel comfortable when talking to him.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Honor."
Joelson replied weakly.
"If you have a chance, you can come and chat with me. When I am with you, energetic young man, I always feel that I am becoming younger. My family's red wine is also very good."
Antoine laughed a few times and left.
Is it just a simple gesture of goodwill?
Looking at Antoine's back as he left, Joelson thought to himself.
"Don't get too close to her." An old voice sounded in his ears. He looked over and saw Harriet Terrence.
"He's a lot more cunning than you see, and..."
Harriet Terrence said meaningfully, "Antoine has always liked to snatch things from her siblings since she was young."
At this moment, someone shouted.
"Your Majesty is Here!"
A middle-aged man walked out, surrounded by people.
Identity clear.
Charles III's.
The current ruler of the Alcott Empire.
He was not the emperor Joelson had imagined.
The middle-aged man's face was pale, and his eyes were slightly sunken.
If it were not for the luxurious gold and blue clothes and purple hair that added a hint of nobility to his temperament, Charles III would actually not have looked any different from ordinary nobles who indulged in excessive desires.
In fact, he was as mediocre as his appearance.
From the time she ascended the throne until now, the only thing she was proud of was that she had given birth to a very beautiful daughter.
Pearl of the Alcott Empire, Princess of Dayshannon.
Charles III coughed lightly twice and waved to everyone with a smile.
Joelson unconsciously glanced towards Prince Antoine.
He discovered that the smile on Antoine's face had completely disappeared at this moment.
A bigger commotion ensued.
Everyone looked the other way, ignoring their emperor.
And Charles III did not seem to be angry at all. Instead, he revealed a sincere smile.
A young girl slowly walked out, wearing a beautiful long dress.
Two maids followed behind her, lifting up the end of her dress that was dragged on the ground.
The crowd was filled with exclamations.
Very pretty!
The dim light from the magic lamp fell onto the young girl's body.
Her beautiful and beautiful face had a timid smile, and her beautiful eyes were like twinkling stars.
She was like an elf who came out of a dream, causing people to not be able to resist getting drunk by her beauty.
"Daughter Dayshannon!"
Joelson heard Morton beside him shouting in an excited low voice. His chubby face was filled with madness and excitement.
Most of the people in the banquet hall were in this state.
Even Francis was a little excited.
Joelson was surprised.
In his previous life, he must have seen many beautiful women, but none could compare to the girl in front of him.
He was like a crystal amethyst, pure and flawless, emitting an incredible light.
But...
Joelson always felt that he had seen this famous Princess Dayshannon somewhere.
Sounds like a bad reason to hit him, but he really has this feeling.
"She's pretty, right?"
Harriet Terrence smiled and glanced at Joelson, saying, "Take advantage of this opportunity. Don't forget that tonight, you are the real protagonist. This is an advantage that no one else has."