Breeding Dragons From Today

Morton?!

So this was Morton's father, the Marquis of Cumberland.

Harriet Terrence noticed Morton's presence and smiled at Joelson. "Go and find your friends. You can't always stay with an old man like me."

Joelson nodded and walked over to Morton.

"Morton!"

Morton was so excited that his whole face was trembling slightly.

He knew very well who the main character of this dinner party was.

All the nobles in the upper class were trying to make friends with Morton, the rising star of the Empire.

Morton saw that his usually strict father also gave him an approving and expectant look.

Being able to make friends with Joelson, he felt that this was the luckiest thing he had ever encountered in his life.

"Morton, I didn't expect to meet you here," Joelaon said to Morton with a smile.

Morton said excitedly, "Of course, in fact, many people in the academy are here. See over there? Francis is there."

Joelson followed Morton's gaze and looked over. He only saw an arrogant and cold youth staring at him from the corner.

When he looked over, he quickly averted his gaze.

This youth was Francis.

"This guy can't be arrogant at all now. Even his father, Grand Duke White, is depressed. Old Duke White used to love to show off his genius son to others. But ever 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 funny, so he turned to look at Joelson, his eyes were filled with envy and worship as he said, "From today onwards, you are a real noble. My father said that you can at least be conferred as an Earl. The God of Magic! Joelson, you are only sixteen years old, a sixteen-year-old Earl!"

Joelson smiled and said faintly, "Morton, you are also a Marquis."

"This is different."

Morton shook his head and said, "I have to wait until I am at least twenty years old before I am qualified to inherit the position of Marquis. Moreover, I only have the qualifications. I can not directly inherit it. My father doesn't have it. Cough, cough, let's not talk about it. Moreover, you are only in the fourth grade now. When you graduate, your rank will definitely be promoted again."

While Joelson and Morton were chatting, many noble girls kept coming up to talk to him. Morton was very envious. Why didn't any girl come up to talk to him?

"Now all the nobles in the capital want to marry their daughters to you," Morton said.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the banquet hall.

A handsome and thin middle-aged man walked in from the door. The nobles on both sides greeted him, just like when Joelson and Harriet Terrence came in.

"Prince Antoine," Morton said in a low voice, "The Emperor's younger brother."

"He seems to be coming over here."

Morton's voice became nervous.

It was just as Morton had said. Antoine casually chatted with the people beside him for a while, and then directly walked over in the direction of Joelson.

"Joelson Edward! Magic genius! Potion genius! Recently, I've heard too much about your legendary deeds."

Antoine was an extremely charming man, giving people a comfortable feeling when talking to him.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."

Joelson replied faintly.

"If you have the chance, you can come and chat with me. When I am with you energetic young people, I always feel that I have become younger. My family's red wine is also very good."

Antoine laughed a few times and left.

Was it just a simple gesture of goodwill?

Looking at Antoine's back as he left, Joelson thought silently in his heart.

"Don't get too close to him." An old voice sounded in his ear. He turned his head and saw Harriet Terrence.

"He's much more cunning than you see, and…"

Harriet Terrence said meaningfully, "Antoine has always liked to snatch things from his brothers since he was young."

He looked serious.

At this moment, someone shouted.

"His Majesty is Here!"

A middle-aged man walked out, surrounded by people.

His identity was obvious.

Charles III.

The current ruler of the Alcott Empire.

He was not quite the emperor that Joelson had imagined.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, and his eyes were slightly sunken.

If it was not for the luxurious clothes in gold and blue and the purple hair that added a bit of nobility to his temperament, Charles III would actually look no different from an ordinary aristocrat who indulged in excessive desires.

In fact, he was just as mediocre as he looked.

From the moment he ascended to the throne until now, the only thing he was proud of was that he had given birth to an extremely beautiful daughter.

The Pearl of the Alcott Empire, Princess Dayshannon.

Charles III coughed lightly twice and waved to everyone with a smile.

Joelson unconsciously glanced in the direction of Prince Antoine.

He found that the smile on Antoine's face had completely disappeared at this moment.

An even greater commotion broke out.

Everyone looked in another direction, 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, dressed in a gorgeous long dress.

Two maids followed closely behind her, lifting the hem of her dress that was dragging on the ground.

The crowd was filled with exclamations.

So Beautiful!

The faint light of the magic lamp fell on the young girl's body.

Her exquisite and beautiful features had a shy smile, and her beautiful eyes were like twinkling stars.

She was like an elf that had walked out of a dream, causing people to be unable to help but be intoxicated by her beauty.

"Princess Dayshannon!"

Joelson heard Morton beside him shout in an excited, low voice. His chubby face was filled with infatuation and excitement.

Most of the people in the banquet hall were in this state.

Even Francis was a little excited.

Joelson was also shocked.

In his previous life, he had definitely seen many beautiful women, but none of them could compare to the girl in front of him.

She was like a crystal amethyst, pure and flawless, emitting a magnificent light.

But…

Joelson always felt that he had seen this famous Princess Dayshannon somewhere.

It sounded like a bad excuse to hit on her, but he really had this feeling.

"She's beautiful, 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."