Breeding Dragons From Today

When Joelson heard the dean's words, her face turned red and she didn't know what to say.

Dayshannon's heart was also beating very fast.

From the moment she stepped onto the stage, she had been looking for Joelson in the crowd. Because of this, she had almost stepped on the hem of her skirt and fell down.

She immediately saw Joelson in the crowd.

The admiration in his eyes made her heart feel as sweet as honey.

If she ran over to him and said, "Vice President!"

Would he be shocked?!

A trace of redness appeared on Dayshannon's face, and her eyes were filled with joy and shyness.

Charles III looked at Dayshannon lovingly. He waited for the exclamations and praises to slowly stop.

He announced the official commencement of the medal ceremony.

Under everyone's enthusiastic gaze, Joelson walked onto the stage. The distance between him and Dayshannon was less than three meters.

"In the name of the Emperor of the Alcott Empire, I will honor the Purple Thorn Flower family…"

Charles III's hand gently rested on Joelson's left shoulder. His voice was gentle, but his expression was extremely solemn.

Joelson lowered his head slightly.

There was no need to kneel.

No one could make a noble mage kneel, not even the Emperor.

"Grant Joelson Edward the title of Earl for life."

The ceremony was completed.

Joelson gave a standard aristocratic salute to Charles III.

When he raised his head, he was surprised to find Princess Dayshannon staring at him, as if…

She was even happier than he looked.

The nobles congratulated Joelson one after another, and Harriet Terrence revealed a satisfied smile on his face.

Joelson's father, the Viscount title of Baron Morgan, would be delivered to the baron by the imperial waiter within a month.

Joelson could almost imagine his father's excited and ecstatic expression, and could not help but laugh.

Then the dinner party officially began.

The nobles of the capital gathered together to chat, laugh, and drink.

The wonderful sound of the harp rang out in the banquet hall.

Charles III invited his daughter, Dayshannon, to the first dance amidst cheers, which won waves of cheers and applause.

Then the nobles pulled their female partners into the dance floor and began to dance.

A grand and luxurious banquet officially began.

Joelson and Morton stood in a corner, both of them holding a glass of wine in their hands.

It was made from raspberries and grapes, and had a slightly sour taste. Joelson felt that it was not bad.

A girl with light golden hair and long eyebrows shyly walked in front of Joelson and carefully said, "Edward, can I invite you to dance with me?"

Joelson gave an apologetic smile and lightly said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to dance."

The girl showed a disappointed look and left with disappointment.

"Joelson, you've gone too far!"

Morton looked at her with jealousy and said bitterly, "This is the thirteenth one tonight, right? Are you going to break the hearts of all the noble girls here?!"

Joelson glanced at him and said, "Then, what about you?"

"I want to." Morton sighed helplessly and said, "But no one will like me standing next to you!"

"You can try taking the initiative." Joelson encouraged him.

Morton hesitated for a while and made up his mind to clench his teeth and say, "Okay! I'll try!"

He then added, "Your Highness Dayshannon, I'm going to let you down!"

This left Joelson at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Morton's mouth grew wide as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"She… she seems to be walking towards us!"

"Who is it?"

"Princess… Princess Dayshannon!"

Morton began to stutter.

Joelson followed his gaze and looked over.

As expected, the amethyst-like beautiful and noble girl was walking towards them step by step.

Just like Joelson, Dayshannon had also rejected many of the youths who had invited her to dance.

One of them was poor Francis.

Many people in the banquet hall were paying attention to Princess Dayshannon. When she began to move, the entire banquet hall fell into a strange silence.

Everyone watched quietly as the pearl of their empire slowly walked towards…

An ordinary-looking fatty who was even a little wretched?!

Morton was completely excited. He was extremely excited and his body was trembling slightly.

"Princess… Princess Dayshannon is doing this for me?"

Morton was almost speechless. He was hit by this huge surprise. His mind was not clear and he felt dizzy.

Princess Dayshannon, the pearl of the Empire, was walking toward him.

The God of Magic!

Is this true?

Am I Dreaming?

Princess Dayshannon finally approached him.

And then.

She easily bypassed Morton.

She came in front of Joelson and said with a smile, "Can I. . . Can I invite you to dance with me?"

Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned.

Morton's mouth was wide open, unable to speak. His body was completely stiff, as if he had been petrified by magic.

Joelson was also stunned. His face was full of disbelief.

Princess Dayshannon had invited him to dance?!

Her Highness Princess Dayshannon had actually taken the initiative to invite Joelson to dance with her?!

The entire banquet hall was in an uproar!

If his gaze had any lethality, the current Joelson would probably have been killed a thousand times by the gazes of all the young nobles present!

Especially Francis.

He clenched his teeth tightly.

His strength and talent could not compare to Joelson. Even the girls he liked liked liked him very much.

He was deeply shocked.

The young nobles were not any better. Their faces were full of disappointment.

Under the brilliance of Princess Dayshannon, their beauty was as dim as an ugly duckling.

Everyone looked at Joelson.

To be able to get the favor of Princess Dayshannon was really enviable.

Joelson was silent for a moment, and finally said helplessly, "I really don't know how to dance, Your Highness."

The crowd was in an uproar again!

Everyone looked at Joelson in disbelief!

This was simply more unbelievable than Princess Dayshannon taking the initiative to ask Joelson to dance!

He actually refused Princess Dayshannon's invitation?!

Francis clenched his fists in anger.

This was too arrogant!

Francis wanted to rush up and duel with Joelson immediately!

Even if he was not a match for Joelson, he would use everything he had to defend Princess Dayshannon's nobility and dignity.

Morton was completely dumbfounded.

His jaw was dislocated, and instead of closing, it grew even bigger.

Was Joelson crazy?!

Didn't he know how lucky he was to be invited by the Princess?!