The siblings of the Bryant family were dazzled by the sight.

"Is this the power of a throne? It's too powerful!"

The young man said with a face full of fascination. The girl covered her mouth in surprise.

Today was probably the most powerful and prosperous era in the past thousand years.

It was just because of one person.

"Her Highness Princess Dayshannon is out!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the stage.

They only saw a noble and beautiful woman slowly walking out in full dress. Two red blobs appeared on her young and beautiful face due to her happiness and excitement, but it accentuated her extreme beauty.

"So beautiful!"

"Even compared to those two violet flowers, she is not inferior at all!"

"After all, she is the woman of the Platinum Throne."

Charles III's face was full of pride, and his entire person was radiating with an indescribable radiance.

Today was the most successful and memorable day of his life as the king of Alcott.

Just as many people said behind his back, the only thing he did in his life that was beneficial to Alcott was to have a good daughter.

And this was enough to justify everything that the Purple Thorn Flower Royal Family's martyrs had done.

Charles III walked forward and carefully held Dayshannon's hand. He then took a step back and gave all the glory to Dayshannon.

At this moment, a person walked out slowly.

This person's appearance instantly took away all the attention that gathered on Dayshannon.

He became the only main character in this space.

"Lord Throne!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

"It's Lord Platinum Throne!"

Under everyone's gaze, a young man slowly walked out.

He wore a gorgeous robe with golden borders. His appearance was handsome and carried the elegance of a noble. His actions exuded the dignity of a superior.

At this moment, the powerful, fierce, and calm saint-level powerhouses on the field all seemed dim under his light.

It was like the stars were shining but, when the sun rose, they all disappeared.

In a corner of the banquet.

The siblings of the Bryant family stared at the figure on the stage in a daze.

Their minds were blank.

There was only one thought left: it's him. It's really him, he's the Platinum Throne?

...

The grand wedding was being held for seven days.

During these seven days, the dragons above the capital of Alcott rained down flower petals.

The bishops of the Church of Light had maintained the great light spell for seven days, causing the capital to be bright regardless of day or night.

It was said that the gifts sent by the various powers had piled up into a small hill on the Imperial Square.

Any one of them would be enough to make the mages and knights of the southern region go crazy over it.

It was said that after the appearance of Joelson, all the saint-level knights did not dare to fly in the sky anymore.

They only dared to fly after they had walked thirty miles out of the capital.

It was said that hundreds of priests had blessed the bride. This was a treatment that even the empresses of the middle continent empires had never received.

It was said that...

There were so many amazing things.

Those who attended the wedding could talk for three days with shining eyes.

It was a feast that they would never forget in their lives.

It was enough to go down in history.

From then on, everyone clearly understood one thing.

With the presence of Joelson Edward, with the great Platinum Throne...

The Alcott Empire could continue to prosper for thousands of years.

Charles III wished he could personally grab a whip and whip the back garden of the Prince's mansion to urge the artisans to feel good.

The women of Joelson were sitting around the lawn, laughing and whispering.

Dayshannon had completely lost her youthful innocence and was dressed like a little woman, looking even more beautiful and moving.

Her eyes, lips, and every part of her body were filled with a strong sense of happiness and sweetness. There was only one person in her beautiful purple eyes.

Dayshannon's heart was as happy as a lark on a tree branch.

She had finally completely given herself to Joelson and become his woman.

"Where's Joelson?"

Darlene, the dark elf, asked curiously, "He disappeared after being married for less than a month?"

Leas was still timid, even though everyone treated her well.

Perhaps because they were both elves, she had the best relationship with Darlene.

"Young Master seems to be in closed-door cultivation."

The women looked disappointed.

A small figure was chasing butterflies in the garden, running and laughing.

Every woman looked at her with a doting expression.

Catherine said helplessly, "At the previous wedding, Funina received a lot of good things. The dragon nest also said that they could choose the most talented young dragon to contract with her as low-level master and servant, but they were rejected by Joelson."

"Sigh, Funina hasn't even finished her first meditation and she has no interest in knight training at all. She only knows how to play every day. It's really worrying."

"It's okay." Darlene looked at Funina's lively figure, shook her head, and said calmly, "She will take the initiative to cultivate hard in the future."

"Huh?"

Catherine looked puzzled, "Why?"

Darlene said calmly and seriously, "Because she will slowly know what an amazing existence her father is. The eyes of the entire continent will be on her. She has to work hard."

"Let her have a few more years of fun. After all, she is destined to bear the honor of the Platinum Throne."

"What a lucky and unlucky child."

At this moment, Joelson was in the space of the ranch.

He still had too many things to deal with.

The Dark Demon Dragon in the corner of the ranch was no longer in a long slumber. Now, it would occasionally get up and stretch, take a turn in the space, and "say hello" to the other dragons.

For example, now.

Holy floated in front of the Dark Demon Dragon with a round belly, making faces at this annoying big fellow and sticking out its butt.

The Dark Demon Dragon's body had a dense dark aura, which made Holy, as a light dragon, dislike it.

But it couldn't beat the Dark Demon Dragon, so it could only use these methods to express its dissatisfaction to the Dark Demon Dragon.

The Dark Demon Dragon looked at the little guy in front of it without any expression. It was doing all kinds of shameful things to itself.

Joelson could imagine that if the Dark Demon Dragon was in human form now, its face would be full of helplessness.

Finally, the Dark Demon Dragon could not hold back anymore. It opened its mouth and let out a loud roar.

"Roar!"

The terrifying sound waves shook the Holy until it was dizzy. Its chubby body swayed in the air as if it was drunk.

Then, the Dark Demon Dragon stretched out its dragon claws, bent two fingers, and flicked lightly.

Bang!

The holy dragon was directly bounced away like a cannonball and shot into the nearby water-elemental dragon nest lake. After a while, his belly slowly floated up.