Breeding Dragons From Today
Breeding Dragons From Today - Chapter 210: Franklin Returns and Challenges!

Isabelle raised her head and saw the tiny figure on the clock tower. It was Elin.

Isabelle could recognize her red hair. It was not an orthodox violet bloodline.

If it were not for Nicholas' favor, she would not be qualified to be called a princess.

Isabelle knew that Elin must be looking at her with envy at this moment.

She had always been like this since she was young. She could not compete with her, but she always put on a disdainful look.

Just like her strange dead mother, she always wanted to escape from the palace.

Isabelle really did not know what was so interesting about those dirty streets that would cover her crystal shoes with dust.

She preferred to be surrounded by admiration and praise, and let those so-called geniuses fight for her. This was the princess' pleasure.

So now, the whole continent knew that the violet flower was her, Isabelle.

It was not a wild rose in the corner of the wall.

A stream of light streaked across the sky, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"It's coming!"

No?!

That wasn't Joelson.

Someone saw the figure in the streak of light clearly and shouted loudly.

"It's Franklin! Franklin is back!"

The square was in an uproar.

Countless people watched as a figure appeared in the light green light.

It wasn't very handsome, but it had a tenacious and persistent charm.

Franklin?!

Isabelle's eyes lit up, but they quickly became dignified.

A year ago, Franklin could still attract her attention, but now...

Joelson had even defeated the authority of God.

"You're back."

Nicholas smiled at Franklin.

The Violet Blade.

Before Joelson showed his talent, he was the young man that Nicholas valued the most.

Franklin nodded and greeted his majesty respectfully, then all his eyes were on Isabelle.

"Your Highness."

Franklin walked over and bowed to Isabelle.

Isabelle nodded in a reserved manner. Then, she stopped looking at him.

Franklin frowned slightly and stepped aside.

He obviously did not know what was happening.

Someone walked up quickly and whispered in Franklin's ear.

Franklin's expression became more and more unsightly. He wanted to walk out a few times, but he retreated under Isabelle's cold gaze.

Time gradually passed, but Joelson still did not appear.

The square was already filled with discussions.

"Forget it."

Nicholas' expression was somewhat heavy, his eyes carrying a faint disappointment and anger. He slowly said, "Maybe he's meditating and forgot the time. Let's change the ceremony to another day."

The discussions in the square became louder.

This was not the first time that Joelson had not given face to the royal family.

Even if he was a genius, he was too arrogant.

Countless gazes fell on Isabelle.

Pity, laughter...

The news that Emperor Nicholas intended to marry the Violet Flower to Joelson had long spread in the palace. Many people knew but did not say it out loud.

They had thought that it would be a grand event, but it turned out to be a huge joke.

Was this a disguised rejection from Joelson?

It was unbelievable that someone would reject the favor of the Violet Flower.

Isabelle was surrounded by those gazes, and she felt very uncomfortable sitting there. A sense of humiliation and anger that she had never experienced before enveloped her.

Someone stood out.

"Your Majesty!"

Franklin retracted his gaze that had been on Isabelle all this time and said in a deep voice, "I want to propose to the beautiful and noble Princess Isabelle. I'm willing to give up everything for her."

The whole place was in an uproar.

It was too shocking!

Everyone knew that Franklin loved Isabelle, but they didn't expect her to say it on such an occasion. proposing...

Isabelle's expression became even uglier.

Her self-esteem was greatly hurt.

A pair of big eyes stared fiercely at Franklin.

Was this pitiful?

She didn't need it.

Isabelle lifted the hem of her skirt and left quickly. Nicholas' expression was also somewhat helpless.

"Franklin, let's talk about this matter next time. It's mainly up to Isabelle."

Everyone discussed animatedly, and all sorts of voices were emitted.

Franklin stood in place expressionlessly. After all the members of the royal family had left, he was still standing alone in the square.

Elin, who was on the clock tower, sighed softly. She suddenly felt sorry for these people.

Everyone had their own wants, but they could not get them. In the end, a farce was staged in front of countless people.

It was still that person who was free and easy.

If he could not come, he would not come. He would not give a face to anyone.

Elin suddenly forgave Joelson's behavior of leaving without saying a word in the Land of Heritage.

He was that kind of person.

No one could force him.

Elin thought.

Things were far from over.

The aftermath of the day of honours continued to ferment.

The Violet Blade Franklin, after returning, challenged the Lion Grand Swordmaster and the Black Light Grand Swordmaster.

All the famous powerhouses in the Immortal City.

The result was no exception.

A complete victory.

And all of them only used one move.

The entire city was shocked.

A year had passed, and Franklin's strength had undergone a huge change.

The defeated Lion Grand Swordmaster once said, "Franklin has already advanced to the late-stage Saint-level. Whatever God's authority, it has long been left behind by him."

Everyone could see that Franklin seemed to be trying to prove something to Princess Isabelle and Nicholas the Great.

Sure enough, after defeating the last saint-level powerhouse of the Immortal City.

Franklin issued a challenge to the Violet Glory, Joelson Edward.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

..

"Franklin is back? You still want to challenge me?"

Joelson narrowed his eyes and sized up the letter in his hand.

To be precise, it was a letter of challenge.

It was signed by Franklin.

Frederick stood respectfully in front of Joelson.

He had obtained a new body, a thin and pale middle-aged man.

To a lich, a body was like clothes that could be discarded and changed at any time.

In order to avoid the trouble from last time, this body was a civilian who had died of illness.

There were many similar bodies in the empire's slums.

"Right now, people outside have been talking about it. There are all kinds of rumors."

Joelson smiled.

After he came out of the ancient ruins, he realized that almost a week had passed.

Not only did he miss the medal ceremony that Nicholas had specially prepared for him, but he also disguised himself as "avoiding the fight" for many days.

It was said that Franklin had already waited for Joelson on the dueling platform in the Empire Square for two days. Today was the third day, and many people said that Joelson was afraid.

"Franklin challenged several saint-level masters in a few days, and he defeated them all with one sword."

Frederick explained for Joelson, "I have watched every match. He used a very strange wind-type combat aura, and his strength should have just broken through to the late stage of the saint-level."

"Late stage of the saint-level?"

Joelson muttered to himself in a low voice. He suddenly stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his mage robe.

"Let's go."