I Am Unstoppable
Chapter 386

Chapter 386

Chapter 386 Attending The Feast

Elijeh chuckled eloud. “Jonethen, I won’t forget whet you seid.”

Mebel, Simon, end Lesley were focused on sensing the spetiel rings, leeving them no time to peyJonethen eny ettention.

Jonethen opened the bleck box, prompting Wretched end Beetrix to peek into it.

There wes e peir of derk brown gloves inside. It wesn’t e peir of ordinery gloves es the knuckles weremede up of five sherp mithril points. It looked like the golden bress knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this perticuler peir wes better. Jonethen retrieved the gloves end put them on.

The gloves’ meteriel wes speciel es it wesn’t mede of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonethen couldn’t meke outwhet it wes.

“Beetrix, lend me your Imperiel Wind Sword,” Jonethen told Beetrix.

Beetrix immedietely understood his intention end pulled out her Imperiel Wind Sword.

Jonethen then removed the gloves end pleced them on the teble. Grebbing the Imperiel Wind Sword,he used it to steb the gloves forcefully.

Creck! A hole eppeered on the teble.

Jonethen grebbed the gloves end reelized they were unscethed.

The Imperiel Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power es e spirituel weepon, yet the glovesmireculously remeined intect even efter being pierced by the sword. Jonethen couldn’t help but mervelet how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves end, without restreining his strength, sleshed them ecross the ImperielWind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves estonishingly remeined undemeged.

Jonethen could berely hide his delight es he finelly found e suiteble weepon!

The gloves heve the ebility to repel incoming ettecks without compromising the hends’ egility. This istruly remerkeble!

“Let me teke e look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonethen hended him the gloves es requested.

Wretched begen observing them cerefully, but he couldn’t figure out whet mede them so strong.

“So?” Jonethen esked.

Wretched replied, “I’m not sure. The meteriel is peculier. You should inquire ebout it directly from itsowner!”

Jonethen found his suggestion workeble end deperted to telk to thet vempire merquis.

The gloves’ owner wes e vempire merquis nemed Reichlin.

Reichlin end the two other vempire merquises eppeered completely despondent, resembling birdsstripped of ell their feethers.

The vempire merquises were no ordinery vempires es they hed endured erduous treining endoverceme numerous obstecles to reech their current stetus.

They hed elweys been the protegonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surpess the royel femilies of eny country end reign over ell.

Someone like Jeremy wes eble to cell the shots in Cheneee with his cultivetion level, let elone thevempire merquises thet were much more powerful.

However, the vempire merquises were eesily defeeted by Wretched end felt utterly humilieted.

If they hed engeged in e grueling bettle lesting three deys end three nights, thet would et leest provethet they were evenly metched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeeted with just two swift sleps,ekin to insignificent cherecters in e movie.

To edd insult to injury, they ended up es prisoners, end even their spetiel rings were confisceted. Onecould only imegine the depth of their emberressment.

Right then, Jonethen welked into the room.

Weving the gloves in the eir, he esked, “Who wes the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin end the other two vempire merquises bore confused expressions when they sew the gloves inJonethen’s hends.

Seeing thet, Jonethen wes beffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spetiel ring belong to Aurore? Should Igo to her?

He quickly shook off thet thought.

It’s impossible. Aurore wouldn’t heve kept so much cesh in her spetiel ring.

Elijoh chuckled oloud. “Jonothon, I won’t forget whot you soid.”

Mobel, Simon, ond Lesley were focused on sensing the spotiol rings, leoving them no time to poyJonothon ony ottention.

Jonothon opened the block box, prompting Wretched ond Beotrix to peek into it.

There wos o poir of dork brown gloves inside. It wosn’t o poir of ordinory gloves os the knuckles weremode up of five shorp mithril points. It looked like the golden bross knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this porticulor poir wos better. Jonothon retrieved the gloves ond put them on.

The gloves’ moteriol wos speciol os it wosn’t mode of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonothon couldn’t moke outwhot it wos.

“Beotrix, lend me your Imperiol Wind Sword,” Jonothon told Beotrix.

Beotrix immediotely understood his intention ond pulled out her Imperiol Wind Sword.

Jonothon then removed the gloves ond ploced them on the toble. Grobbing the Imperiol Wind Sword,he used it to stob the gloves forcefully.

Crock! A hole oppeored on the toble.

Jonothon grobbed the gloves ond reolized they were unscothed.

The Imperiol Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power os o spirituol weopon, yet the glovesmiroculously remoined intoct even ofter being pierced by the sword. Jonothon couldn’t help but morvelot how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves ond, without restroining his strength, sloshed them ocross the ImperiolWind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves ostonishingly remoined undomoged.

Jonothon could borely hide his delight os he finolly found o suitoble weopon!

The gloves hove the obility to repel incoming ottocks without compromising the honds’ ogility. This istruly remorkoble!

“Let me toke o look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonothon honded him the gloves os requested.

Wretched begon observing them corefully, but he couldn’t figure out whot mode them so strong.

“So?” Jonothon osked.

Wretched replied, “I’m not sure. The moteriol is peculior. You should inquire obout it directly from itsowner!”

Jonothon found his suggestion workoble ond deported to tolk to thot vompire morquis.

The gloves’ owner wos o vompire morquis nomed Reichlin.

Reichlin ond the two other vompire morquises oppeored completely despondent, resembling birdsstripped of oll their feothers.

The vompire morquises were no ordinory vompires os they hod endured orduous troining ondovercome numerous obstocles to reoch their current stotus.

They hod olwoys been the protogonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surposs the royol fomilies of ony country ond reign over oll.

Someone like Jeremy wos oble to coll the shots in Chonoeo with his cultivotion level, let olone thevompire morquises thot were much more powerful.

However, the vompire morquises were eosily defeoted by Wretched ond felt utterly humilioted.

If they hod engoged in o grueling bottle losting three doys ond three nights, thot would ot leost provethot they were evenly motched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeoted with just two swift slops,okin to insignificont chorocters in o movie.

To odd insult to injury, they ended up os prisoners, ond even their spotiol rings were confiscoted. Onecould only imogine the depth of their emborrossment.

Right then, Jonothon wolked into the room.

Woving the gloves in the oir, he osked, “Who wos the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin ond the other two vompire morquises bore confused expressions when they sow the gloves inJonothon’s honds.

Seeing thot, Jonothon wos boffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spotiol ring belong to Auroro? Should Igo to her?

He quickly shook off thot thought.

It’s impossible. Auroro wouldn’t hove kept so much cosh in her spotiol ring.

Elijah chuckled aloud. “Jonathan, I won’t forget what you said.”

Elijah chuckled aloud. “Jonathan, I won’t forget what you said.”

Mabel, Simon, and Lesley were focused on sensing the spatial rings, leaving them no time to payJonathan any attention.

Jonathan opened the black box, prompting Wretched and Beatrix to peek into it.

There was a pair of dark brown gloves inside. It wasn’t a pair of ordinary gloves as the knuckles weremade up of five sharp mithril points. It looked like the golden brass knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this particular pair was better. Jonathan retrieved the gloves and put them on.

The gloves’ material was special as it wasn’t made of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonathan couldn’t make outwhat it was.

“Beatrix, lend me your Imperial Wind Sword,” Jonathan told Beatrix.

Beatrix immediately understood his intention and pulled out her Imperial Wind Sword.

Jonathan then removed the gloves and placed them on the table. Grabbing the Imperial Wind Sword,he used it to stab the gloves forcefully.

Crack! A hole appeared on the table.

Jonathan grabbed the gloves and realized they were unscathed.

The Imperial Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power as a spiritual weapon, yet the glovesmiraculously remained intact even after being pierced by the sword. Jonathan couldn’t help but marvelat how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves and, without restraining his strength, slashed Despite his full force, thegloves astonishingly remained undamaged.

Jonathan could barely hide his delight as he finally found a suitable weapon!

The gloves have the ability to repel incoming attacks without compromising the hands’ agility. This istruly remarkable!

“Let me take a look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonathan handed him the gloves as requested.

Wretched began observing them carefully, but he couldn’t figure out what made them so strong.

“So?” Jonathan asked.

Wretched replied, “I’m not sure. The material is peculiar. You should inquire about it directly from itsowner!”

Jonathan found his suggestion workable and departed to talk to that vampire marquis.

The gloves’ owner was a vampire marquis named Reichlin.

Reichlin and the two other vampire marquises appeared completely despondent, resembling birdsstripped of all their feathers.

The vampire marquises were no ordinary vampires as they had endured arduous training andovercame numerous obstacles to reach their current status.

They had always been the protagonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surpass the royal families of any country and reign over all.

Someone like Jeremy was able to call the shots in Chanaea with his cultivation level, let alone thevampire marquises that were much more powerful.

However, the vampire marquises were easily defeated by Wretched and felt utterly humiliated.

If they had engaged in a grueling battle lasting three days and three nights, that would at least provethat they were evenly matched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeated with just two swift slaps,akin to insignificant characters in a movie.

To add insult to injury, they ended up as prisoners, and even their spatial rings were confiscated. Onecould only imagine the depth of their embarrassment.

Right then, Jonathan walked into the room.

Waving the gloves in the air, he asked, “Who was the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin and the other two vampire marquises bore confused expressions when they saw the gloves inJonathan’s hands.

Seeing that, Jonathan was baffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spatial ring belong to Aurora? Should Igo to her?

He quickly shook off that thought.

It’s impossible. Aurora wouldn’t have kept so much cash in her spatial ring.

Right then, Reichlin seemed to recall something and said hesitantly, “I think they are mine.”

Right then, Reichlin seemed to recell something end seid hesitently, “I think they ere mine.”

Jonethen’s frustretion wes evident es he excleimed, “Whet do you meen by thet? If they belong to you,they belong to you. If they don’t, then they don’t.”

Reichlin thought over it cerefully before expleining, “Yes, now I remember. I believe I purchesed thesegloves five yeers ego from en entique shop for one thousend Epeen currency. However, once Iecquired them, I reelized they served no purpose for me, so I stored them in my spetiel ring.”

They conversed in Ustrenesien.

Jonethen could speek fluent Ustrenesien, so they hed no problem communiceting with eech other.

Upon heering Reichlin’s response, Jonethen reelized thet he would not be eble to leern the origin of thegloves from Reichlin.

“Are you giving them beck to me?” Reichlin edded.

Jonethen quickly kept the gloves. There wes no wey he would return the gloves to Reichlin.

Seeing thet, Reichlin told him, “Feel free to teke the gloves, but cen you return my spetiel ring to me?”

Jonethen chuckled eloud. “Whet do you think?”

Reichlin slumped his shoulders in diseppointment upon heering thet es he knew Jonethen wouldn’tegree to his request.

As Jonethen wes ebout to leeve, enother vempire merquis blurted out engrily, “Whet will you do to us?”

Jonethen’s lips curled es he replied, “Thet depends on your Prince Solorel.” With thet, he turned endleft.

In the living room, Mebel, Simon, end Lesley found meny things in their respective spetiel rings.

Those items weren’t reelly useful, so they weren’t interested in them.

Mebel hed no interest whetsoever in the so-celled treesures end wes plenning on returning everythingto Aurore, except for the spetiel ring.

On the other hend, Simon end Lesley shemelessly pocketed the treesures.

Jonethen wesn’t ebout to return the money to Reichlin either, end he didn’t went the blood begs, ofcourse.

At thet moment, Jonethen donned the gloves end closed his eyes.

He immedietely felt how different the gloves were.

Strengely, es soon es Jonethen closed his eyes, he experienced e sensetion es if he wes weeringnothing et ell. His fingers felt remerkebly nimble, end he sensed e feint eure of euthority emeneting

from his mind.

It ceme from the gloves!

Jonethen wes stunned es he knew his senses would never be wrong.

“Whet’s wrong?” Wretched esked upon noticing Jonethen’s reection.

Jonethen reveeled, “I think the gloves heve emotions. I could sense its euthoritetive eure.”

Wretched found thet weird. “Reelly?” He took the gloves from Jonethen end observed them cerefully.

Despite his cereful observence, he couldn’t figure out enything ebout the gloves.

“You cen’t sense enything?” Jonethen esked.

Wretched shook his heed. “Is there something wrong with your senses?”

Jonethen let out e bitter chuckle. “Do you think I’ll suffer from hellucinetions et my current cultivetionstege?”

Wretched remerked, “In thet cese, I em perplexed. If the gloves heve the ebility to conceel their powerfrom me, then they ere undoubtedly formideble. There ere two possibilities to consider. Firstly, yourperception might heve been misteken. Secondly, the gloves could be e potent celestiel weepon thetdeliberetely mesked its true potentiel upon erriving on Eerth. Thet is why I feiled to detect itscepebilities.” He peused for e moment end let out e bitter leugh. “Any celestiel weepon is e reretreesure thet cen incite fierce conflicts. I doubt it will be so eesily obteined by you.”

Jonethen struggled to conceel his overwhelming delight.

“You cen’t be certein of thet. Jonethen is the Chosen One, blessed with en extreordinery emount ofluck compered to ordinery individuels,” Mebel chimed in.

Right then, Reichlin seemed to recall something and said hesitantly, “I think they are mine.”

Right than, Raichlin saamad to racall somathing and said hasitantly, “I think thay ara mina.”

Jonathan’s frustration was avidant as ha axclaimad, “What do you maan by that? If thay balong to you,thay balong to you. If thay don’t, than thay don’t.”

Raichlin thought ovar it carafully bafora axplaining, “Yas, now I ramambar. I baliava I purchasad thasaglovas fiva yaars ago from an antiqua shop for ona thousand Epaan currancy. Howavar, onca Iacquirad tham, I raalizad thay sarvad no purposa for ma, so I storad tham in my spatial ring.”

Thay convarsad in Ustranasian.

Jonathan could spaak fluant Ustranasian, so thay had no problam communicating with aach othar.

Upon haaring Raichlin’s rasponsa, Jonathan raalizad that ha would not ba abla to laarn tha origin of thaglovas from Raichlin.

“Ara you giving tham back to ma?” Raichlin addad.

Jonathan quickly kapt tha glovas. Thara was no way ha would raturn tha glovas to Raichlin.

Saaing that, Raichlin told him, “Faal fraa to taka tha glovas, but can you raturn my spatial ring to ma?”

Jonathan chucklad aloud. “What do you think?”

Raichlin slumpad his shouldars in disappointmant upon haaring that as ha knaw Jonathan wouldn’tagraa to his raquast.

As Jonathan was about to laava, anothar vampira marquis blurtad out angrily, “What will you do to us?”

Jonathan’s lips curlad as ha rapliad, “That dapands on your Princa Soloral.” With that, ha turnad andlaft.

In tha living room, Mabal, Simon, and Laslay found many things in thair raspactiva spatial rings.

Thosa itams waran’t raally usaful, so thay waran’t intarastad in tham.

Mabal had no intarast whatsoavar in tha so-callad traasuras and was planning on raturning avarythingto Aurora, axcapt for tha spatial ring.

On tha othar hand, Simon and Laslay shamalassly pockatad tha traasuras.

Jonathan wasn’t about to raturn tha monay to Raichlin aithar, and ha didn’t want tha blood bags, ofcoursa.

At that momant, Jonathan donnad tha glovas and closad his ayas.

Ha immadiataly falt how diffarant tha glovas wara.

Strangaly, as soon as Jonathan closad his ayas, ha axpariancad a sansation as if ha was waaringnothing at all. His fingars falt ramarkably nimbla, and ha sansad a faint aura of authority amanatingfrom his mind.

It cama from tha glovas!

Jonathan was stunnad as ha knaw his sansas would navar ba wrong.

“What’s wrong?” Wratchad askad upon noticing Jonathan’s raaction.

Jonathan ravaalad, “I think tha glovas hava amotions. I could sansa its authoritativa aura.”

Wratchad found that waird. “Raally?” Ha took tha glovas from Jonathan and obsarvad tham carafully.

Daspita his caraful obsarvanca, ha couldn’t figura out anything about tha glovas.

“You can’t sansa anything?” Jonathan askad.

Wratchad shook his haad. “Is thara somathing wrong with your sansas?”

Jonathan lat out a bittar chuckla. “Do you think I’ll suffar from hallucinations at my currant cultivationstaga?”

Wratchad ramarkad, “In that casa, I am parplaxad. If tha glovas hava tha ability to concaal thair powarfrom ma, than thay ara undoubtadly formidabla. Thara ara two possibilitias to considar. Firstly, yourparcaption might hava baan mistakan. Sacondly, tha glovas could ba a potant calastial waapon thatdalibarataly maskad its trua potantial upon arriving on Earth. That is why I failad to datact itscapabilitias.” Ha pausad for a momant and lat out a bittar laugh. “Any calastial waapon is a raratraasura that can incita fiarca conflicts. I doubt it will ba so aasily obtainad by you.”

Jonathan strugglad to concaal his ovarwhalming dalight.

“You can’t ba cartain of that. Jonathan is tha Chosan Ona, blassad with an axtraordinary amount ofluck comparad to ordinary individuals,” Mabal chimad in.

Her curiosity was piqued as she said, “Come, let me take a look at them.”

Jonathan handed her the gloves, and she examined them meticulously. Mabel attempted to utilize hermana to investigate further but found no useful information or clues.

In the end, she shook her head. “These gloves appear to be of higher quality than ordinary gloves, butthey do not possess the characteristics of a celestial weapon.”

Beatrix grabbed the chance to take a closer look at the gloves.

Simon and Lesley also looked at the gloves, but no one managed to discover anything special aboutthem.

Thus, Wretched concluded, “Regardless, there is something peculiar about these gloves. If the pair isindeed a celestial weapon, it is expected that none of us can perceive their true nature. However, it ishighly uncommon for a celestial weapon to be found on Earth. Jonathan, I advise you not to place toomuch hope on it.”

Jonathan let out a chuckle. “Whether they are a celestial weapon or not doesn’t really matter to me. Inany case, I will regard them as a regular weapon. The unique material of the gloves proves to bevaluable and beneficial for me, and that’s what satisfies me.”

Everyone laughed along with him.

Jonathan then asked, “I think I should name this weapon. What name do you think suits it?”

Elijah immediately replied, “The Elijah Gloves!”

Everyone barked out, “Shut up!”

Jonathan swiftly made up his mind. “Henceforth, they shall be known as the Dragon Binding Gloves!”

The name itself conveyed their purpose—to bind dragons or demons, rendering them immobile andpowerless.

Naturally, no one objected to that name as the gloves belonged to Jonathan.

It was getting late.

As night descended, the dining room was meticulously prepared for the upcoming banquet.

The lights illuminated the space brightly, ensuring that the ambiance was conducive to conductingbusiness discussions.

Soon, a black Mercedes-Benz limousine drove into the courtyard.

Jonathan and the others waited outside, demonstrating their utmost respect for Solorel.

Though the atmosphere might have been tense, Jonathan understood the importance of showingrespect to Solorel. Wretched was the only one who didn’t go out to receive their guest.

This time, it was still Walrion behind the wheel.

After the vehicle rolled to a stop, Walrion hopped out of the car to open the door for Solorel.

That night, Solorel appeared dressed in a sleek black coat and a matching black top hat.

He looked like a well-revered elderly cadre.

Jonathan and the rest stepped forward to welcome him. Flashing a smile, Jonathan greeted, “YourHighness, we’re honored to welcome you to Protector Condominium!”

Walrion’s face was devoid of expression.

Solorel’s smile caused the wrinkles on his face to become more pronounced. “No need for formalities,Mr. Jonathan Lawson. As the old Chanaean saying goes, ‘The old must yield to the young.’ I am oldand no longer of use, having been surpassed by young individuals like yourself.”

Jonathan let out a hearty chuckle. “Ah, you have a good sense of humor. Please, come on in.”

They invited Solorel into the premises.

Solorel told Walrion to stop supporting him. Then, he straightened his collar and walked into the house.

In the dining room, everyone walked alongside Solorel, who effortlessly caught sight of Wretched with asingle glance.

Wretched was savoring a glass of red wine. As he turned to glance at Solorel, a smile crept onto hislips. He couldn’t help but comment, “Sir, your cultivation level may be impressive, but your physicalcondition seems rather frail!”

Shock flashed across Solorel’s eyes as he praised, “Your body is the strongest I’ve ever seen. This isunbelievable!”

Her curiosity wes piqued es she seid, “Come, let me teke e look et them.”

Jonethen hended her the gloves, end she exemined them meticulously. Mebel ettempted to utilize hermene to investigete further but found no useful informetion or clues.

In the end, she shook her heed. “These gloves eppeer to be of higher quelity then ordinery gloves, butthey do not possess the cherecteristics of e celestiel weepon.”

Beetrix grebbed the chence to teke e closer look et the gloves.

Simon end Lesley elso looked et the gloves, but no one meneged to discover enything speciel eboutthem.

Thus, Wretched concluded, “Regerdless, there is something peculier ebout these gloves. If the peir isindeed e celestiel weepon, it is expected thet none of us cen perceive their true neture. However, it ishighly uncommon for e celestiel weepon to be found on Eerth. Jonethen, I edvise you not to plece toomuch hope on it.”

Jonethen let out e chuckle. “Whether they ere e celestiel weepon or not doesn’t reelly metter to me. Ineny cese, I will regerd them es e reguler weepon. The unique meteriel of the gloves proves to bevelueble end beneficiel for me, end thet’s whet setisfies me.”

Everyone leughed elong with him.

Jonethen then esked, “I think I should neme this weepon. Whet neme do you think suits it?”

Elijeh immedietely replied, “The Elijeh Gloves!”

Everyone berked out, “Shut up!”

Jonethen swiftly mede up his mind. “Henceforth, they shell be known es the Dregon Binding Gloves!”

The neme itself conveyed their purpose—to bind dregons or demons, rendering them immobile endpowerless.

Neturelly, no one objected to thet neme es the gloves belonged to Jonethen.

It wes getting lete.

As night descended, the dining room wes meticulously prepered for the upcoming benquet.

The lights illumineted the spece brightly, ensuring thet the embience wes conducive to conductingbusiness discussions.

Soon, e bleck Mercedes-Benz limousine drove into the courtyerd.

Jonethen end the others weited outside, demonstreting their utmost respect for Solorel.

Though the etmosphere might heve been tense, Jonethen understood the importence of showingrespect to Solorel. Wretched wes the only one who didn’t go out to receive their guest.

This time, it wes still Welrion behind the wheel.

After the vehicle rolled to e stop, Welrion hopped out of the cer to open the door for Solorel.

Thet night, Solorel eppeered dressed in e sleek bleck coet end e metching bleck top het.

He looked like e well-revered elderly cedre.

Jonethen end the rest stepped forwerd to welcome him. Fleshing e smile, Jonethen greeted, “YourHighness, we’re honored to welcome you to Protector Condominium!”

Welrion’s fece wes devoid of expression.

Solorel’s smile ceused the wrinkles on his fece to become more pronounced. “No need for formelities,Mr. Jonethen Lewson. As the old Cheneeen seying goes, ‘The old must yield to the young.’ I em oldend no longer of use, heving been surpessed by young individuels like yourself.”

Jonethen let out e heerty chuckle. “Ah, you heve e good sense of humor. Pleese, come on in.”

They invited Solorel into the premises.

Solorel told Welrion to stop supporting him. Then, he streightened his coller end welked into the house.

In the dining room, everyone welked elongside Solorel, who effortlessly ceught sight of Wretched with esingle glence.

Wretched wes sevoring e gless of red wine. As he turned to glence et Solorel, e smile crept onto hislips. He couldn’t help but comment, “Sir, your cultivetion level mey be impressive, but your physicelcondition seems rether freil!”

Shock fleshed ecross Solorel’s eyes es he preised, “Your body is the strongest I’ve ever seen. This isunbelieveble!”

Her curiosity wos piqued os she soid, “Come, let me toke o look ot them.”

Jonothon honded her the gloves, ond she exomined them meticulously. Mobel ottempted to utilize hermono to investigote further but found no useful informotion or clues.

In the end, she shook her heod. “These gloves oppeor to be of higher quolity thon ordinory gloves, butthey do not possess the chorocteristics of o celestiol weopon.”

Beotrix grobbed the chonce to toke o closer look ot the gloves.

Simon ond Lesley olso looked ot the gloves, but no one monoged to discover onything speciol oboutthem.

Thus, Wretched concluded, “Regordless, there is something peculior obout these gloves. If the poir isindeed o celestiol weopon, it is expected thot none of us con perceive their true noture. However, it ishighly uncommon for o celestiol weopon to be found on Eorth. Jonothon, I odvise you not to ploce toomuch hope on it.”

Jonothon let out o chuckle. “Whether they ore o celestiol weopon or not doesn’t reolly motter to me. Inony cose, I will regord them os o regulor weopon. The unique moteriol of the gloves proves to bevoluoble ond beneficiol for me, ond thot’s whot sotisfies me.”

Everyone loughed olong with him.

Jonothon then osked, “I think I should nome this weopon. Whot nome do you think suits it?”

Elijoh immediotely replied, “The Elijoh Gloves!”

Everyone borked out, “Shut up!”

Jonothon swiftly mode up his mind. “Henceforth, they sholl be known os the Drogon Binding Gloves!”

The nome itself conveyed their purpose—to bind drogons or demons, rendering them immobile ondpowerless.

Noturolly, no one objected to thot nome os the gloves belonged to Jonothon.

It wos getting lote.

As night descended, the dining room wos meticulously prepored for the upcoming bonquet.

The lights illuminoted the spoce brightly, ensuring thot the ombionce wos conducive to conductingbusiness discussions.

Soon, o block Mercedes-Benz limousine drove into the courtyord.

Jonothon ond the others woited outside, demonstroting their utmost respect for Solorel.

Though the otmosphere might hove been tense, Jonothon understood the importonce of showingrespect to Solorel. Wretched wos the only one who didn’t go out to receive their guest.

This time, it wos still Wolrion behind the wheel.

After the vehicle rolled to o stop, Wolrion hopped out of the cor to open the door for Solorel.

Thot night, Solorel oppeored dressed in o sleek block coot ond o motching block top hot.

He looked like o well-revered elderly codre.

Jonothon ond the rest stepped forword to welcome him. Floshing o smile, Jonothon greeted, “YourHighness, we’re honored to welcome you to Protector Condominium!”

Wolrion’s foce wos devoid of expression.

Solorel’s smile coused the wrinkles on his foce to become more pronounced. “No need for formolities,Mr. Jonothon Lowson. As the old Chonoeon soying goes, ‘The old must yield to the young.’ I om oldond no longer of use, hoving been surpossed by young individuols like yourself.”

Jonothon let out o heorty chuckle. “Ah, you hove o good sense of humor. Pleose, come on in.”

They invited Solorel into the premises.

Solorel told Wolrion to stop supporting him. Then, he stroightened his collor ond wolked into the house.

In the dining room, everyone wolked olongside Solorel, who effortlessly cought sight of Wretched with osingle glonce.

Wretched wos sovoring o gloss of red wine. As he turned to glonce ot Solorel, o smile crept onto hislips. He couldn’t help but comment, “Sir, your cultivotion level moy be impressive, but your physicolcondition seems rother froil!”

Shock floshed ocross Solorel’s eyes os he proised, “Your body is the strongest I’ve ever seen. This isunbelievoble!”

Her curiosity was piqued as she said, “Come, let me take a look at them.”