Who told him to rush up there?

Elai never thought that he would be a loyal good man, but at least he was better than most male dragons.

Now, the only ones who had a close relationship with him were his childhood sweethearts Jessica and Cecilia. Evelyn was still in the stage of kissing and hugging, and had never taken a step further.

Although he ate what was in the bowl, looked at what was in the pot, and was still thinking about what was not cooked, it was undeniable that Eli was not a person 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 his harem was small.

"Do you want me to teach you a trick 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 the Hundred Races and a dragon, 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.

But for Saint Ryan's kindness, Eli could only shake his head wildly. With the appetite of the dragon race, their skills in picking up girls cannot be learned, and they cannot be learned at all...

"I appreciate Saint Ryan's kindness. I am still young and it is time to make rapid progress. I can't waste time on children's love affairs."

Eli clinked the wine gourd with Saint Ryan, and then responded with a serious face. As for how much truth there is in this word, only he knows.

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

Hearing Eli's words, Saint Ryan drank a gourd of fine wine, and then put down the gourd and sighed.

With the strength of Saint Ryan, a Saint-level supreme being, he seems to be only one step away from becoming a demigod, but this step has locked up many former peerless geniuses.

In any case, demigods are ultimately associated with the word "god", which is the foundation for embarking on the path to becoming a god. Among the hundreds of billions of people in the Hundred Races, only a hundred or so have achieved the status of demigods, and it is difficult to find a demigod among a billion people.

Even their archenemy, the Demon Race, which has hundreds of billions of soldiers and can be said to be full of strong men and geniuses, has only a few hundred people who have truly achieved the status of Great Demon King. Although it is slightly stronger than the Hundred Races, because the Demon Race has to divide its troops to invade the Underworld, coupled with the peculiar environment of the central battlefield, the top combat power of the two realms has always maintained a delicate balance.

However, this balance was temporarily broken by the elves. Several elven demigods, led by the elven queen, fought desperately in the central battlefield, which would eventually cause 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 had little to do with Eli and the others for the time being. Even with Eli's confidence, he knew that he could not dominate the central battlefield with his current strength. Not to mention making any major breakthroughs, he still needed to accumulate some strength before he could have the confidence to go to the central battlefield.

Just as Eli's thoughts were flying and looking to the future, the temporary chef in the mansion brought the banquet in time, so that the reception room could really host a banquet.

And this banquet lasted until the evening. After everyone at the banquet had enough wine and food, they said goodbye to Eli one by one. During the banquet, even Jessica and Cecilia drank a little bit of wine. Only the good baby Evelyn and the sitting Princess Lina did not drink a drop of wine.

As an old saint, even if he drank a little too much, the saints didn't need anyone to send him back. Princess Lina, however, was one of the few female soldiers in the camp, and her residence was not on the way to the saints.

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

"The demons are far away from us, Eli, don't send them back. I see Cecilia and the others are a little dizzy, you should stay here and take care of them."

In response to Eli's insistence, Princess Lina, who accompanied him throughout the whole day but didn't say much, waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need Eli to send her back.

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

Hearing Princess Lina's words, Cecilia, who was indeed a little dizzy, echoed, 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 is both beautiful and cute, and a complete danger.

"Well... OK, be careful on the road."

Princess Lina had already refused, and Eli couldn't force it. Although he wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to her, she obviously had no interest in him for the time being. In addition, Cecilia was making jokes, so he couldn't completely ignore her thoughts.

"Well, goodbye."

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

After the saints and Princess Lina left one after another, Eli and others returned to their respective residences. Evelyn still refused to sleep with Eli and returned to her small dark room.

Oliver was drunk and lay dead in the living room. Out of respect for the holy beast, Eli took her back to her bedroom. When Eli was holding Princess Oliver, Cecilia pouted on the side, but did not say anything to stop her.

The black-skinned hottie was too lame and did not pose a threat at all.

After carrying the drunken cat Oliver to the bed, Eli led Jessica and Cecilia back to the room. With Oliver's physique after he advanced to the holy beast, he could just leave him on the bed and not worry about it. It was impossible for her to catch a cold.

And just when 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 were all acquaintances of Princess Lina. They had been working together and had a lot of contact. Although there was no conclusive evidence, Princess Lina knew that they were all sent by her father to accompany the army to protect her.

"Do you have something to ask me?"

Seeing these acquaintances blocking the way, Princess Lina was a little confused. They had never come to her privately.

"His Majesty sent a handwritten letter. Please read it and make your own decision, Your Highness."

As he said that, a general took out a letter from his arms 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?