"Dragon meat?" Brent opened his mouth, the hand holding out the potted plant froze in the air, and his throat was a little dry.
Plato's eyes widened with disbelief on his face: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can you have so much dragon meat?"
You know, evil dragons are synonymous with power on the mainland.
Even a newly born baby dragon's combat power is comparable to that of a second-level knight.
Linda said matter-of-factly: "Yesterday we teamed up with a sixth-level knight and successfully killed an evil dragon."
"So, the sixth-level knight gave you some dragon meat as a reward for making a move?" Plato breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this is the only explanation.
Thinking about it, that gentleman must have given Chris some dragon meat casually and sent Chris away.
"No, he did it...well..." Before Linda could finish her words, Chris quickly ran over and covered her mouth.
This girl talks openly, doesn’t she know that her wealth should not be exposed?
Chris couldn't help but roll his eyes. If others knew that there was a whole evil dragon in his territory, I don't know how many people would covet it.
Mrs. Wheatley looked at the two Chriss who were playing together, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, as long as it is a gift from my little grandson, I like it. It happened that my servants stewed this dragon meat.
You can eat at my place today."
"Okay, grandma." Chris shook his head at Linda, signaling her not to continue, and then let go of his hand.
A servant took the dragon meat from Chris's hand and took it.
Brent and Plato followed the dragon meat away with their eyes, and they licked their lips, showing greed.
They have heard more or less about the effects of dragon meat.
In the capital of the Eagle Kingdom, a pound of dragon meat was sold at a sky-high price of one gold coin, and it was still priceless.
"An evil dragon that can only be dealt with by joining forces with a sixth-level knight must not be too low-level, right?" Plato withdrew his gaze.
Linda nodded and said: "Indeed, that is a fifth-level evil dragon, and it can also be violent. It took us a lot of effort to kill it."
"A fifth-level evil dragon that can do berserk magic?" Plato looked particularly surprised. "The combat power should be quite terrifying. Chris, can you tell me honestly, have you ever been so scared that you peed your pants?"
Linda continued: "Chris played the biggest role in the fight against the dragon. Without him, we would not have been able to successfully kill it. In the end, he stabbed the dragon to death with one sword."
"how come?"
"How can this be?"
Brent and Plato both exclaimed at the same time: "Isn't he an ordinary person?"
Linda said: "You don't know yet, right? Chris is now a magic warrior."
"Demon warrior?" Brent and Plato looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.
Demon warriors can only be qualified to hold this title if they have mastered the knight's fighting spirit and magic to the first level.
You know, when Chris came home a month ago, he was just an ordinary person.
And if you are over sixteen and have not awakened your fighting spirit, you are destined to miss out on being a knight.
But after not seeing each other for just one month, why did he become a demon warrior?
Plato was a little unconvinced and said: "Huh, I don't believe it! Chris, don't think that calling a little girl over to brag will make us believe your lies. Do you dare to challenge me?"
Brent shook his head slightly at his brother, signaling Chris not to be reckless.
Let’s not talk about whether Chris is a real magic warrior now. Plato is a knight at the peak of the second level. Even a first-level magic warrior cannot be his opponent.
Unexpectedly, Chris seemed to have not noticed his brother's little move and said bluntly: "What's wrong with this?"
"Okay, then we'll see you at the martial arts arena later." Plato turned around and saluted Mrs. Wheatley, "Grandma, I'm going to compete with Chris."
"Go ahead." Mrs. Wheatley seemed very open-minded, "Young people should be bloody."
"Grandma, I'll come over to accompany you later." After saying that, Chris walked out the door and hooked his finger at Plato.
Plato frowned and said angrily: "I hope you can still look like this after a while."
After that, he also raised his feet and walked outside.
Brent quickly followed, so that if Plato couldn't hold back, he could take action to save Chris.
The little girl Linda was very happy and jumped out of the door.
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The martial arts field is an open space, as big as a football field, and is mainly used for training by the family's guards.
At this moment, there are more than a dozen knights exercising their fists and kicks in the martial arts arena.
Chris and Plato walked over side by side, and a sturdy middle-aged man in his forties quickly ran over, performed a knight's salute and said: "Second Young Master, Third Young Master, may I ask who you are?"
Plato waved his hand and said: "Sam, take your people to the side first. Chris and I are going to discuss and discuss here."
"Ah?" The guard captain looked surprised. He suspected that he heard wrongly.
A second-level knight wants to spar with an ordinary person?
"Didn't you hear that? Take your people and step aside." Plato said with a displeased look on his face.
"Yes." Sam said quickly. He quickly turned around and ran to the knights who were exercising their fists and kicks. He drove them aside and cleared the martial arts arena.
Looking at the empty field, Plato sneered. He took out a long sword from the weapon rack, waved his hand and said: "Come on Chris, let me see your strength."
Chris stood ten meters away in front of him, touched the space ring with his palm, took out the green sword and wand, held the sword in his right hand and the wand in his left hand, and assumed a fighting posture.
"Space ring?" Plato's pupils shrank suddenly. Because his family had no dealings with magicians, such magic equipment could not be found in the entire Viscount House.
But when Plato's eyes fell on Chris's hand, he was stunned again: "Two space rings?"
He felt that he had received too many shocks today.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you fight?" Chris looked impatient.
Plato said: "You attack first!"
Chris was not polite, he spread his legs and rushed over quickly, his speed was staggering.
Plato's eyes flashed, and he blocked the long sword in front of him. The sword was wrapped with silver fighting spirit.
"Thunder and lightning!" Chris pointed his wand forward, and with a "crackling" sound, the top of the wand produced a dark blue arc of lightning as thick as a thumb.
"It is indeed magic!" Plato had already verified Linda's words. He raised his sword forward and hit the arc.