At the end of July, the weather was still so hot and dry.
Chris began to enjoy the true sense of aristocratic life.
Watermelon, lie down on the sofa.
He lay like this for three whole days.
On the fourth day, Chris thought there were important things to do, so he called Linda over.
"Chris, are you looking for me?" Linda had a hairpin with green leaves stuck in her hair, which was swaying in the wind, very smart.
"Well, help me cultivate this seed." Chris touched the space ring and took out the black seed that he extorted from the difficult tree on the way to Solo City.
Even the fifth-level knight's attack couldn't be effective. If it weren't for the fear of fire, there really wouldn't be anything he could do with it at that time.
After Linda took the seeds, her eyes were bright: "What a strong magic wave. You really found a treasure this time."
"What kind of plant is this?" Chris asked.
"It's not clear yet. We'll know after we plant it." Linda rushed outside impatiently, and Chris quickly followed.
They came to the yard. The sub-trees of the warning tree had been transplanted to various places in the territory, so the place was very empty. Even if a giant tree was planted, there would be no problem.
Linda squatted down and began to dig holes with her white palms, a look of excitement on her face.
Chris, on the other hand, brought over a bucket of water and waited quietly beside it while getting ready to bleed.
Linda buried the seed, then took out her wand and injected green magic into it.
Chris also poured half a bucket of water.
After waiting for a moment, a dark green bud broke out of the ground, growing upward with curiosity about the world.
It grows very slowly, taking about seven to eight minutes to grow about five centimeters.
Thin beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Linda's nose, and her magic power was still being released continuously.
More than half an hour later, the cane had grown to thirty centimeters.
Linda almost collapsed and almost fell down, but Chris had quick eyesight and quick hands and hugged her.
"Okay, it can withstand your blood now."
"Thank you for your hard work, let's take a rest first." Chris helped Linda aside and asked her to sit on the small bench.
Without the magic support, the plant stopped growing.
Chris took out Dragon Roar and cut his palm, and bright red blood dripped down the wound and sprinkled on the dark green leaves.
In an instant, the blood was quickly absorbed like water dripping into a sponge, accompanied by a "chichi" sound.
The leaves turn brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then continue to grow.
Under the gaze of the two people, the tree grew to more than one meter high, with hundreds of canes hanging down.
Chris stretched out his hand and pulled twice, and found that the rattan was very tough. Although it was only as thick as a finger, it could not be pulled no matter what.
"I know what kind of magical plant this is!" Linda screamed, "It's a sixth-level ghost tendon!"
"Really?" Chris was also very excited. He didn't expect that what he picked up would be such a treasure.
No wonder the knights with hundreds of people and even three fifth-level experts couldn't do anything with it. It turned out to be a sixth-level plant.
Linda said: "The ghost tendon has a very powerful binding ability, and its combat power is comparable to that of a sixth-level monster, but it has a big flaw, that is, it is afraid of fire, and it is quite afraid."
Chris snapped his fingers, a small flame lingering on his fingertips, and approached the ghost tendon.
Those vines did not dodge, but stretched out two to catch the flames and started playing with them.
"It seems that my blood is quite effective." The corners of Chris' mouth turned up. The ghost tendon vine he cultivated will be fearless.
He released some more blood, allowing the ghost tendon vine to grow to one meter two.
Then Chris stopped feeding. He felt a little weak now and needed to rest for a while.
When the ghost tendon vine grew bigger, Chris decided to directly irrigate it with the blood of the true dragon form, trying to make it grow into a complete body as soon as possible.
In this way, you can have a sixth-level magic plant in your own territory.
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Among the pink curtains, Princess Shirley lay lazily in the arms of the old king.
The eldest prince Yawen stood respectfully aside, his eyes falling on the princess's plump and delicate body very covertly, with deep desire hidden deep in his eyes.
He was released early due to good behavior.
And he has become much better behaved, and has not caused any trouble recently, which makes the old king very satisfied.
The pale second prince walked in from outside. He knelt down in front of the old king and said, "See you, father."
The old king raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Kiel, are you back?"
"Yes, Father."
Yawen snorted coldly: "July has not passed yet, so I came back in a hurry. How many cities have you captured? Don't embarrass our Eagle Kingdom!"
Keir raised his head and said seriously: "A small city and a big one."
Hearing this, the other three people all focused their attention on Keir.
The old king laughed twice and said: "Okay!"
Compared with the past, this is already a great achievement.
Yawen curled his lips, but did not say any more sarcastic words.
Kiel said regretfully: "We could have captured more, but the White Tiger Kingdom and the Shadow Leopard Kingdom joined forces to ambush us and besieged us in Taote City. Fortunately, Baron Chris took action and solved the crisis facing our country."
Princess Shirley's bright eyes widened when she heard Chris' name.
"Oh, there is such a thing?" The old king asked, "Please tell me in detail."
At that moment, Keir spent the whole morning describing everything he knew in detail.
From how they easily captured Hearthstone City and Taut City, how they were attacked by the two countries, and how they were chased in the Iron Rhinoceros Kingdom, etc.
Among them, Chris's achievements are particularly conspicuous. He can be seen everywhere, and he can even be said to be a great hero in saving the country.
Even among the founding fathers, it is rare to achieve what he did.
Yawen and the old king were frightened and sweating. They were enjoying life in this huge royal capital, but they never thought that in a distant foreign country, the knights of their country were experiencing a life-and-death battle.
"So, that boy named Chris is a rare good prospect." The old king sighed with emotion, "Kiel, what title do you think he should be given?"
The second prince said seriously: "Marquis."
Yawen angrily scolded: "Are you crazy? How old is that kid to give him the title of Marquis? If you praise him too highly, how can you have more motivation to do things for our Eagle Kingdom in the future? In my opinion,
If we raise him to a viscount, he will be grateful to us."
"Stupid!" the second prince began to retort, "We all see Chris's contribution. If we just make a viscount and don't get the reward we deserve, what will other nobles think of our royal family?"
Yawen said: "We have never been promoted to three levels in a row!"
"Rewards correspond to meritorious deeds. What does it have to do with whether there is a precedent?"
Seeing that the two princes were about to quarrel, the old king shouted angrily: "That's enough!"
"I have made up my mind and will make him the Earl of Thorn Ridge."
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The second prince returned to his palace.
"Jie Jie, I heard that you almost died in the pioneering order this time?" A figure wrapped in a black robe sat at the desk, playing with a pen.
The second prince sat down opposite the man in black robe and said in a cold tone: "Inform Princess Shirley and ask her to speed up. I will have the results within half a year!"