Joelson looked at Du Lu worriedly.

Du Lu approached Joelson and lowered his head, his amber eyes full of desire.

'Let me go, Master!'

Du Lu's mind was very simple.

Joelson was destined to have more precious and powerful dragons in the future.

As an ordinary fire dragon, even if it had the bloodline of an ordinary ancient dragon, Du Lu had no advantage.

It was Joelson's first dragon, and it had been with him for the longest time.

It also had the deepest feelings for Joelson.

Just like secretly competing with the steel dragon, Du Lu didn't want to be left behind.

It didn't want to hold back Joelson.

Therefore, it had to cherish every opportunity to become stronger and always be one of Joelson's most powerful helpers.

Joelson stared into Du Lu's eyes.

Du Lu seemed to be a child, calling out in a low voice, as if it was acting coquettishly with him.

There was a long silence.

Joelson nodded silently and said, "Then go."

Du Lu flew in joy, its huge body circling in the sky, and flames were burning around it.

"What's going on?" Joelson asked the system in detail, and his heart relaxed a little.

If the giant dragon encountered danger in the ruins, it could still ask to return and be quickly transported to the ranch.

Du Lu's wide wings covered Enny and the cloud dragon, and it still played the role of a father.

Then it turned back to give the steel dragon a slightly provocative look and rushed into the dark blue whirlpool.

Joelson was also a little worried.

He didn't know what Du Lu would encounter and when he would return.

...

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the harbor from sea level, the members of the sword and rose mercenary group were already neatly equipped and waiting at the entrance of the hotel.

When Joelson went downstairs, Hewlett slightly nodded at him as a greeting.

The others looked at him in awe, but their attitude became more distant.

On the contrary, the barbarian warrior, Amberg, walked up and stuffed two pieces of hard rye bread into Joelson's hands. He said loudly, "Amberg left these for you."

Joelson found it funny, but he had a good impression of this stubborn barbarian warrior.

Every member of the Sword and Rose mercenary group was equipped with a warhorse, and they even rented a carriage to store the escort items.

Joelson finally saw the mysterious escort item.

It was an exquisite chest engraved with gold and silver patterns, which was carefully put into the carriage by Hewlett.

"Let's Go!"

The group left the city in the opposite direction of the port, heading north.

The first day passed peacefully.

Joelson was very satisfied with the speed of the mercenary group's advance. They only rested twice a day, and each time was no more than half an hour.

This way, they would not waste too much time on the road.

Of course, Joelson could also drive the dragon to the Inmotati capital, or even directly go to the land of heritage, but Joelson did not want to do that.

He did not come to the central continent just for the legacy of magic.

The central continent itself was full of magic for him.

"Land of Heritage."

At night, the mercenaries sitting around the bonfire chatted to ease the tiredness accumulated throughout the day.

Joelson naturally asked Hewlett about the land of heritage.

"I now completely believe that you are a traveler from another continent."

Hewlett was obviously secretly relieved, and his vigilance towards Joelson had also decreased significantly.

The others were the same, looking at Joelson with an extremely curious gaze.

This gaze reminded Joelson of the first time he entered the capital of the Alcott Empire. The nobles looked at him as if they were looking at a country bumpkin.

Hewlett casually threw a few dried branches into the fire and said with a smile, "There has always been a saying about the Land of Heritage on the continent."

"Every knight or mage will go to the Land of Heritage at least three times in their lifetime."

Hewlett raised three fingers to Joelson and explained, "The first time is because they have a dream, the second time is because they are unwilling, and the third time is because they are determined to die."

Joelson was slightly stunned.

"No matter what race the young people are, after being tested to have the talent for cultivation, the first thing they should do is to go to the Land of Heritage to find their own inheritance."

A cold voice sounded from the side, followed by Hewlett's words.

Darlene, the dark elf, was slowly wiping the black iron longbow in her hand. Her dark purple hair blended into the night sky, giving off a strange charm under the light of the fire.

"Your own inheritance."

"Yes."

Hewlett raised his knight's longsword and waved it twice in the air, he said to Joelson, "Actually, my talent is very poor. No matter how hard I work, I can only reach rank 6 at most in this life. Rank 7 is the end. However, I'm only 50 years old, and I'm already a rank 8 knight."

Hewlett's face revealed a hint of pride. The others also looked at him with envy and jealousy.

A dark golden light appeared on Hewlett's face, and his sharp aura stimulated the flames.

A light flashed in Joelson's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Metal-type combat aura."

"That's right!"

Hewlett said, "Metal-type combat aura, which has the highest single-target attack under the saint-rank, has almost been cut off. But I'm lucky, Hehe."

Hewlett smiled bitterly, he said, "If not for my terrible talent as a knight, I would have been able to enter the violet royal knights by relying on my talent in training metal-type combat aura. By this time, I might have become a captain or something."

"You could have gone," Darlene, the dark elf, suddenly said.

Hewlett replied calmly, "Then I can only reach rank 6 at most."

Hewlett seemed to be a person with a story.

Joelson did not delve into this matter. Instead, he asked, "So, this is all brought by the Land of Heritage."

"Yes."

Hewlett nodded seriously and said, "Everyone here has been to the Land of Heritage at least twice. The Land of Heritage is a gift left behind by the gods and the ancient powerhouses. Anyone can find their own path of powerhouses there."

"That's too exaggerated, commander."

The assassin, Alvin, said disdainfully, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you. Most mediocre people go in, but come out as mediocre."

Hewlett laughed and didn't say anything.

Joelson looked at everyone who didn't say anything. It seemed that Hewlett's fortuitous encounter made everyone very envious.

Moreover, according to their analysis, whether or not one could improve after entering the Land of Heritage would depend on the situation of each person. It wasn't certain that one would obtain a suitable legacy after entering.

The first time was because one had a dream, the second time was because one was unwilling, and the third time was because one was determined to die.

So, it seems that most people can't get the inheritance to transform themselves in the Land of Heritage.

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