66 Joelson has arrived

There was a hint of sadness on Dayshannon's face, which made everyone present feel a pang of heartache.

Who Was it that could make Princess Dayshannon look like this?

"Then tell me, who is he?" Don Quixote frowned, his sharp eyes searching the magic screen.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped and he said a name, "Joelson Edward, fourth grade, level 47."

Fourth grade, level 47.

This result was too conspicuous among the students of the sixth grade. Don Quixote could not help but notice it.

Fourth grade, at most, had the strength of a third or fourth grade mage.

A fourth-tier mage at most, and he could only make it to the 47th floor?! How did he do it?!

"It's him?!"

Don Quixote pointed at Joelson's name and asked Dayshannon.

Dayshannon didn't want to bring any trouble to Joelson. She was about to deny it, but she didn't say anything.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"That's right, it's me!"