Elreya

Dole nodded. "Sure. My accomplishments in alchemy are actually rather ordinary. I just enjoy refining all kinds of Wizard Towers. It so happens that I can ask them for guidance."

Daphne curled her lips. He could already refine Wizard Towers, yet he still cared about ordinary alchemical tools? Dole had truly grown used to being a city lord—he even knew how to say such pretty words now.

She turned around with effortless grace. "Come with me."

The three of them walked forward together.

Elreya had been watching Dole all along. Walking behind him, she looked at his figure—not particularly imposing or tall—and felt that Dole was actually quite nice. Though he was not handsome, merely standing there with an aura that kept her sister from speaking carelessly was enough to make all the men in the imperial capital pale in comparison.

That was an incredible achievement. After all, none of those people in the imperial capital, not even proud Augustine, dared to be presumptuous before her sister.

The longer she looked, the more pleasing he seemed; the longer she looked, the more adorable and approachable Dole appeared. She quickly moved to his side, and at that moment sensed the immense fluctuations of vitality and blood within him. Her heart stirred. She tugged at his arm and discovered that this fellow's arm was remarkably heavy.

Elreya asked curiously, "Wizard Dole, do you cultivate the warrior path as well?"

Dole did not mind Elreya tugging at him. He turned his head and smiled. "Yes. If my warrior rank were assessed, I'd be Level Six now—one level higher than you."

Elreya knew her own strength well, but she was still somewhat shocked. "Aren't you a Wizard? Why do you cultivate battle aura too?" What she was really thinking was that his vitality and