Dole thought for a long time but could not make head or tail of it.
Just then, he sensed a familiar aura approaching from the distant horizon. His heart stirred, and he looked toward the sky.
Emperor Yale's aura.
Warriors could fly through the skies, and ninth-level ones could roam the world, but they were neither as fast nor as graceful as Wizards. Emperor Yale was flying around alone, wandering all over the world—quite fitting for someone who had just stepped down from office.
What was he coming here for? Dole recalled a rumor, and his brow rose at once.
Before Emperor Yale arrived, Dole condensed an avatar and flew out of the city.
At the same time, on the edge of a small town, Akso also raised her head and looked in that direction.
A voice sounded beside Akso's ear. "That is Emperor Yale, the former ruler of the Glory Empire, a ninth-level warrior."
Akso was startled. "Lord Parasol Divine Tree, you're awake."
"Mhm. I need to visit Dole. He has something I need."
Akso nodded. She had long coveted the mysterious transaction between Dole and Lord Parasol Divine Tree.
Wizards believed in the principle of equal exchange. She did not want to become Dole's hired hand, nor had she helped him in any way, so she had never taken the initiative to ask. She felt she had no face for it.
Yet without Dole, merely staying near the Parasol Divine Tree would benefit her for tens of millions of years.
"Didn't Emperor Yale retire? What is he doing here? He came from the northwest—could it be that he never returned to the imperial capital?"
"To see his daughter?"
Akso thought of Elreya and snorted inwardly. *That old man really did produce a fine daughter. She's even prettier than