Who told him to rush up there?.

Chapter 124 Letters
Eli never thought that he would be a loyal and good man, but at least he was better than most male dragons.

The only ones who had a relatively close relationship with him now were his childhood sweethearts Jessica and Cecilia, and Evelin was still in the kiss-and-hug stage and had never taken a step further.

Although he was eating what was in the bowl, looking at what was in the pot, and still worrying about what was uncooked, it was undeniable that Eli was not a man who was greedy for beauty.

So even if Saint Ryan looked down on his ability to pick up girls, Eli could only drink and accept it. After all, it was a fact that the size of his harem was relatively small.

"Would you like me to teach you a few moves in private? As such a strong man, you have too few female companions..."

Seeing Eli drinking with a thoughtful expression on his face, Saint Ryan touched his shoulder, pulled him to the corner of the hall, and whispered to him.

As a former genius of hundreds of races and a descendant of the dragon clan, Saint Ryan was also a passionate seed when he was young. If he were not old and busy with military affairs, I am afraid he would still be wandering among the flowers.

Eli could only shake his head wildly at Saint Ryan's good intentions. With the dragon race's appetite, he couldn't learn their skills in picking up girls. He couldn't learn them at all...

"I appreciate Saint Ryan's kindness. I am still young and it is time for me to make rapid progress. I cannot waste my time on love affairs."

Eli clinked his wine gourd with Saint Ryan's, then responded with a serious face. As for how much truth there was in his words, only he knew.

"That's right. Saint Eli's talent is rare in the world. Women are just seasoning after all. We should not indulge in them... If I hadn't seen through it a little late, I might have been a demigod now."

After hearing Eli's words, Saint Ryan drank a ladle of wine, then put it down and sighed.

With Saint Ryan's strength as a supreme saint, he seems to be only one step away from becoming a demigod, but this one step has locked up countless geniuses who were once unrivaled.

No matter what, demigod has the word "god" in it after all, and that is the foundation for embarking on the road to becoming a god. Among the hundreds of billions of lives of the hundreds of races, only a hundred or so have achieved the status of demigods so far, and it is difficult to produce a demigod among a billion people.

Even their arch enemy, the demons, who have tens of billions of soldiers and are full of strong men and geniuses, only have a few hundred men who have truly achieved the title of Great Demon King. Although they are slightly stronger than the other hundreds of races, because the demons have to send their troops to invade the underworld, and because of the peculiar environment of the central battlefield, the top combat power of the two worlds always maintains a delicate balance.

However, this balance was temporarily broken by the elves. Several elven demigods, led by the Elf Queen, fought desperately in the central battlefield, which eventually resulted in the death of eleven great demon kings. Although everything would return to its original state after the elves' undead buff ended, the dead eleven great demon kings could not be resurrected afterwards.

Of course, these things have little to do with Eli and the others for the time being. Even with Eli's confidence, he knows that with his current strength he cannot dominate the central battlefield. Not to mention making any major breakthroughs, he at least needs to accumulate some strength before he can have the confidence to go to the central battlefield.

Just as Eli's thoughts were drifting, looking to the future, the temporary chef in the mansion brought the banquet at the right time, and a real banquet was held in the reception room.

The banquet lasted until the evening. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they said goodbye to Eli one by one. Even Jessica and Cecilia drank a little bit of wine. Only the good girl Evelyn and Princess Lina, who was sitting upright, did not drink a drop of wine.

As a veteran saint, even if he drank a little too much, the other saints would not need anyone to send him off. However, Princess Lina was one of the few female soldiers in the camp, and her residence was not on the same street as the other saints.

So, even though Princess Lina didn't drink and the city was almost absolutely safe, Eli still insisted on sending Princess Lina back.

"The demons are far away from us, Eli, please don't send them off. I think Cecilia and the others are a little dizzy, so you should stay here and take care of them." In response to Eli's insistence, Princess Lina, who had accompanied him throughout the whole day but didn't say much, waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need Eli to send her off.

"Master, Cecilia is so delicate, she needs you to accompany her..."

After hearing what Princess Lina said, Cecilia, who was indeed a little dizzy, echoed that although with her strength, this little bit of wine was nothing, but the possibility of the master and Princess Lina being alone must be eliminated. Princess Lina was beautiful and cute, and a very dangerous person.

"Well... well, be safe on the road."

Princess Lina had already refused, so Eli didn't want to force it. Although he wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to her, she was obviously not interested in him for the time being. In addition, Cecilia was making jokes, so he couldn't completely ignore her thoughts.

"See you."

After waving goodbye to Eli and the others, Princess Lina gradually disappeared into the night alone.

After the saints and Princess Lina left one after another, Eli and his companions returned to their respective residences. Evelyn still refused to sleep with Eli and went back to her little dark room.

Oliver was drunk and lying dead in the living room. Out of respect for the sacred beast, Eli carried her back to her own bedroom. When Eli was holding Princess Oliver, Cecilia pouted but did not say anything to stop him.

The dark-skinned hottie was so lame that she posed no threat at all.

After carrying the drunk cat Oliver to the bed, Eli led Jessica and Cecilia back to the room. With Oliver's physical condition after his advancement to the holy beast, they could just throw him on the bed and leave him there, and there was no way she would catch a cold.

Just after everyone calmed down, Princess Lina, who was walking alone on the way back to the camp, was blocked by several coalition generals.

These coalition generals are all acquaintances of Princess Lina. They work together and have a lot of contact with each other. Although there is no conclusive evidence, Princess Lina knows that they were all sent by her father to accompany the army to protect her.

"You guys need me for something?"

Seeing these acquaintances blocking her way, Princess Lina felt a little confused, as they had never approached her privately before.

"His Majesty has sent a personal letter. Please read it and make your own decision, Princess."

As he spoke, a general took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Princess Lina.

Princess Lina took the letter and just by looking at the handwriting on the envelope, she was sure that it was indeed a handwritten letter from her father.

But if the emperor has something to say, couldn't he just send someone to tell her directly? Why would he write such a formal letter?
(End of this chapter)