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Funina and Teresa stared blankly at Joelson, their mouths slightly agape. They were extremely shocked.
Funina, in particular, suddenly realized that until now, she still did not fully understand her father.
The strength of her father seemed to be a mystery to him forever.
The worship in Funina’s eyes almost overflowed.
Joelson was invited into the Thor’s Hammer by Wiebrun and the others were not allowed to enter.
Even the dwarf king was politely blocked outside by Deaver.
It was Funina and Teresa’s first time in the Thor’s Hammer and their attention was quickly attracted by the smithy furnace, which was laughing loudly in half the room.
What made them curious about the furnace was that they wanted to see the scene of Joelson personally forging it.
“Help me forge a dragon scale inner armor similar to the last one.”
Joelson shook his robe and the colorful dragon scales fell like rain. Each piece was like a gemstone, circulating different magic elements.
When Wiebrun and Deaver saw the dragon scales, they were excited.
They grabbed a handful and shouted in a low voice, “The quality of the dragon scales is better than the last one!”
Joelson glanced at Teresa and said, “Help her forge a set too.”
Teresa was stunned and bowed respectfully, “Thank you for the gift from the Platinum Throne.”
Compared to more than ten years ago, Wiebrun’s forging techniques had become even more pure and superb.
Under his hands, the messy dragon scales were forged into eight sets of gorgeous dragon scale inner armor.
After the dragon blood was quenched, eight purple legendary lights shot straight into the clouds, and the entire mountain dwarf kingdom shook once again.
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Eight purple light pillars lingered in the sky above the Thor’s Hammer for a long time.
Countless people witnessed this shocking scene and were amazed.
At this moment, they finally believed that the Platinum Throne was the master craftsman.
The last time, when the epic longsword was born, there was a similarly spectacular scene.
Leaving the remaining dragon scales to Wiebrun as payment, Joelson left with Funina and the others.
This time, there was another Teresa on the team.
To be able to cultivate beside the Platinum Throne was a great opportunity that many people dreamed of. How could Teresa miss it?
Teresa’s presence stimulated Funina’s cultivation even more.
As the daughter of the Platinum Throne, how could she be inferior to others!
Leaving the dwarf kingdom, Joelson simply made a trip to the king’s city.
In a remote corner of the Inmotati King’s City, Teresa led him to a simple blacksmith shop.
A man who was shirtless and as strong as a lion was hammering hard with a hammer. Hearing the footsteps, he laughed heartily and said, “Is Teresa here?”
When the man turned around and saw Joelson looking at him calmly, he was stunned. Then, he smiled faintly and said, “So it’s you. Greetings, Lord Platinum Throne.”
It was Oswede.
At that time, he was well-known. Before Joelson appeared, he was the Golden Lion, the leader of the three geniuses in the central continent.
But now, this lion who was in his prime had aged more than ten years.
Oswede threw down the hammer in his hand, took out two bottles of liquor from the corner, and threw one bottle to Joelson. He opened the remaining bottle and gulped it down. He said, “You can see that I don’t have much time left.”
Joelson nodded silently.
He could feel that Oswede’s life force was continuously flowing away with time. The speed was dozens of times faster than an ordinary person.
With his late-stage saint-level strength, his lifespan was at least 800 years. Now, he was less than 100 years old, but his body already showed signs of aging.
“It’s not good,” Oswede said bitterly while stroking the white hair on his temples. “Five years ago, I felt my cultivation level was constantly regressing. I still underestimated the damage caused by burning the essence of my combat aura. Now, my body is like a sandbag that has been punctured. The feeling of getting weaker and weaker is really not good.”
Teresa, who stood beside the two of them, had no expression on her face, but her hands holding the sword could not stop trembling violently, showing that she was not calm at all.
Oswede was at his most glorious period in life, but he had no choice but to fade away. The famous Golden Lion was hiding in a blacksmith’s shop in a corner of the empire, wielding a hammer.
All of this was because of her.
Joelson took out a portion of the water from the Spring of Life and handed it to Oswede. He said seriously, “This should be of help to you.”
“Is it wine?”
Oswede picked up the water from the Spring of Life and put it under his nose to smell it. He was stunned but then he reminisced, “Do you still remember the fire dance we drank in the Saint Realm town?”
“I miss it so much. Unfortunately, I don’t dare to go to the Saint Realm now. I don’t dare to let others see my current appearance.”
Joelson was silent.
The Old Lion felt that his life was coming to an end. He would find an empty corner and wait for death to come.
Just like Oswede, the Golden Lion would always be the Golden Lion.
“Fortunately, Teresa did not disappoint me.”
Oswede looked at Teresa with relief.
The latter could not take it anymore and knelt in front of Oswede. Her eyes were red and she held the sword with both hands. She said firmly, “With this sword, I swear that I will protect my father from now on!”
As soon as Teresa finished speaking, her body emitted a hazy green light. The wind elements in the world kept gathering toward her.
Oswede looked excited and whispered, “Is she promoted?”
There was surprise in Joelson’s eyes.
He did not expect Teresa to break through to the saint-level at this moment.
And she had comprehended her own path of protection. The road ahead would be more brilliant compared to ordinary people.
Funina’s mouth was wide open as she stared in shock at Teresa, who was in the midst of her advancement. Once again, she felt a heavy blow to her heart.
Seventeen years old, saint-level.
This was almost comparable to her father back then.
She really needed to work hard.
Teresa’s advancement attracted the attention of many people. Several old saint-level masters who were stationed in the capital appeared in the sky above the blacksmith shop.
When they were casually looked at by Joelson, all of them felt as if they had suffered a heavy blow. Their souls felt as if they had been stabbed.
They quickly retreated respectfully.
A resolute man located somewhere in the palace suddenly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a light green light flowing in his eyes, and there was a faint joy in his expression.
It was the famous Violet Blade, Franklin!
“This aura, it’s Teresa. She has advanced!”
Franklin appeared at the entrance of the blacksmith’s shop in a few flashes. He was the only person in the entire kingdom who knew this place apart from Teresa.
Franklin saw Teresa wrapped in wind magic elements at a glance and his heart became wild with joy. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly saw the slender and elegant figure beside Oswede, and his heart trembled violently.
He stopped in his tracks and stood silently in place, no longer moving forward. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
It was him.