In front of the crowded Beizut Family square, with the appearance of numerous influential figures, their guards, knights, and attendants spread out, seemingly isolating a space that occupies a corner of the square.
As more such figures arrive, those with insufficient status or power naturally find themselves excluded, only able to gather in groups on the outskirts of the square, looking at the prominent figures within, daring not to express their dissatisfaction.
However, to those truly influential figures, these people are not worthy of any attention.
They merely look at others of the same level or those capable of standing alongside them, with a trace of vigilance appearing in their expressions.
They are very aware of why the others have come.
Therefore, they are undoubtedly competitors.
Of course, while keeping vigilance in their hearts, they still need to maintain a semblance of decorum on the surface.
The one to first break the silence and speak is Misji.
"I didn't expect everyone to come; it's quite lively."
This king of the Magic Country Lala Bay carries not the slightest air, laughing heartily and greeting everyone present like a common uncle found anywhere.
Yet, among those present, no one dares to underestimate this congenial king.
Because this king is not only quite shrewd but also a mage with a level as high as eighty-eight, utilizing a rather rare and special magic, even legendary-level strong individuals don't dare to underestimate him.
Moreover, by this king's side is a silent and intellectual-looking, yet very calm and robust mage.
That is Lala Bay's strongest, the prideful commander of the Magic Corps, the legendary-level Great Mage with a level as high as ninety-seven – Mordo Bixius.
People just watch these two pillars of Lala Bay in silence.
Only a few dare to speak before them.
"Minister Misji arrived quite promptly."
Saying this is an even more robust figure than Mordo, towering at a height of two meters with arms thicker than average thighs, muscles bulging all over, exuding a powerful presence felt even from afar.
He possesses a pair of white tiger ears and tiger whiskers on his face; his tail swings with power, evoking the sensation of a whip cracking through the air—a sight to make anyone wary.
He is the second-ranking Beastman tribe's combat unit chief, commanding tens of thousands of Beastman warriors, himself a well-known top-tier legendary-level strong individual at level ninety-seven, the Tiger-man Warrior – Nobu.
Surrounding Nobu are several Beastman subordinates who appear exceptionally powerful.
Among them, several are level eighty and above, while the others are over level seventy, their fierce countenances clearly conveying their formidable presence.
Only one with such robust subordinates and considerable strength could speak boldly before the King of Lala Bay.
The third world military Magic Country isn't called lightly; when the king arrives personally, those qualified to converse with him equally are naturally few.
Yet, here, people like that aren't lacking.
Nobu is merely one such person.
"I haven't seen His Majesty in quite some time."
Lorem speaking is a knight with a sword on his back, surrounded by several strong supporters.
Of the present figures, he is the least remarkable with an ordinary appearance and build, even in armor with a sword on his back, remaining inconspicuous, the type that one would pass unnoticed within a crowd.
But if keen observers were present, they'd notice a sharp Sword Qi occasionally emanating from him, keeping onlookers guarded.
He is Joseph, a legendary-level strong individual known as the Wind Sword Saint, who made a name for himself twenty-five years ago, only to announce his withdrawal at his peak, no longer concerning himself with worldly matters, and only appearing here today.
Joseph greeting Misji isn't surprising.
For he once belonged to Lala Bay, the strongest knight there.
"Lord Joseph." Misji responded with some delight, "I didn't expect to see you here. We haven't met for quite a while, have we?"
"Indeed." Joseph nodded, smiling somewhat humbly, "We haven't seen each other since I announced my retirement."
"It's truly been too long." Misji sighed, "I often wonder, if Lord Joseph hadn't left, perhaps Lala Bay wouldn't only be known for its magic on this continent?"
As soon as these words fell, before Joseph could respond, Mordo spoke.
"I often hear His Majesty mention you, Lord Joseph."
Mordo's words came out somewhat stiffly.
He rose after Joseph left Lala Bay and was gradually utilized by Misji, growing step by step to today's accomplishments.
Today, Mordo in Lullaby can already be described as second to none, but Misji often brings up Joseph with regret, believing that if Lullaby had Joseph, it would be even stronger, making it not just a magic country but also a knight country.
Having heard this often, Mordo naturally felt dissatisfied, thinking that even without Joseph, under his leadership, Lullaby could still grow stronger.
As such, Mordo harbored a slight hostility toward Joseph, which others could vaguely sense.
In contrast, Joseph, the renowned Wind Sword Saint, seemed unaware, lightly shaking his head.
"You don't need to hold me in such high regard. I know my own limits. Otherwise, I wouldn't have lost to the previous head of the Elbein family years ago, and even after over two decades, I still haven't reached the Limit Level."
This was a critical reason for Joseph's retirement announcement.
Twenty-five years ago, Joseph was already a famous legendary warrior with a level not low, reaching ninety-five. His divine sword skills allowed him to challenge even those higher in level, knocking them down with unbridled spirit.
At that time, although Gray had made a big name for himself in the Human Realm, to someone of Joseph's caliber, Gray was merely a junior.
Gray was not yet a legendary warrior, whereas Joseph was not only a famous legendary warrior but also exceptionally strong among them, showcasing his unbridled spirit.
Until he blindly challenged the previous head of the Mitra Kingdom's Elbein family, Aridia's father, Tielle's grandfather, the previous commander of the Guard Knight Order, a top legendary knight with a level of ninety-eight, he finally tasted defeat and was harshly taught a lesson.
It was only after that Joseph realized his limits and capabilities, leading him to announce his retirement, finding a home in a remote mountain.
Even so, Joseph was a legendary warrior renowned in the Human Realm. His title as the Wind Sword Saint attracted countless young generations, with many traveling long distances to become his disciples.
At this moment, those around Joseph were the disciples he had taught over the years.
These disciples varied in strength, some young, some aged, and among them were undoubtedly some over level eighty, drawing the attention of those around them from the start.
This showed that Joseph was quite famous in the Human Realm, not only with significant individual strength but also teaching numerous disciples, including some nobly dressed figures, likely from families of noble standing.
This time, Joseph was invited out of retirement by his disciples.
His purpose was simple — to see that figure that had been haunting his thoughts at the summit of the three clans.
Upon hearing the news of Chafne's arrival, Joseph could no longer remain still and came here personally with a group of disciples.
Unfortunately, his competitors were countless.
"The Limit Level is the shackle of life, the limit of countless beings, regardless of the Divine Race and Demon Clan. We humans all started cultivating from Level 1. Reaching the limit of life is far from easy,"
Nobu looked at Joseph, with a hint of battle intent in his eyes.
"Excluding the nonexistent Limit Level warriors of the Human Race, among today's legendary warriors, the Wind Sword Saint can rank in the top five. I'm truly eager to spar with you, to see if your sword is sharper, or if my claw is sharper."
A powerful aura and a suffocating wildness emanated from Nobu.
Joseph still maintained his calm demeanor.
"No need to rush, Minister Nobu. We can spar anytime, but not here."
Joseph politely declined Nobu's challenge while turning to another silently prominent figure nearby.
The others also restrained themselves, looking at them.
There's no other reason.
"Under the Pope Yule."
"Under the Pope Yule."
"Under the Pope Yule."
Misji, Mordo, Joseph, Nobu, and others respectfully saluted the elder.
The reason being, the elder was the Pope of the Temple, the Divine Race's representative in the Human Realm, not only backed by the Divine Race but also a legendary warrior more renowned than Joseph.
Joseph's prime was twenty-five years ago, while this Pope's was fifty years ago.
Back then, people referred to him as the Omni Potanssen's strongest user of Holy and Recovery Magic.
Yes.
The strongest in Omni Potanssen.
That is, the strongest in the Three Realms.
This is Pope Yule.