"Ah?" Vitelli was slightly surprised, "Isn't Plato a second-order knight? I saw Chris's face was pale, and I thought he had lost the battle."
Brent said proudly: "Grandma, you don't know something. Chris is not only a first-order magic warrior, but after killing the dragon, he inexplicably obtained the powerful dragon-man form. His pale face is not because of the battle, but because of the battle."
It’s because too much blood was put into forging the Dragon Tooth Sword.”
Plato wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
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"I didn't expect that our little Chris is so talented. Maybe he will be able to create a more glorious Viscount family in the next few years." Vitelli said with a smile on his face.
Chris said: "Grandma, you're very grateful. I was lucky enough to win the battle."
"Even your father, when he was your age, was just an apprentice knight." There was a trace of sadness in Mrs. Wheatley's eyes, as if she was longing for the past.
Chris listened quietly.
After eating the dragon meat, Mrs. Wheatley also started chatting and continued: "I know that the relationship between you two is very weak. Please don't blame him. As a viscount and the head of the family, he has a lot of things waiting for him.
He dealt with it and was busy all day long."
"Secondly, he loved your mother so much back then, but your mother died in childbirth when she was giving birth to you. He was in pain and wanted to go with her, but for you, he insisted on surviving, but
My heart is already dead."
Chris was a little surprised. His previous body had no memory of this. He didn't seem to know that his mother died in childbirth. He just wondered why his father was so cold to him but so kind to his brother.
Chris said: "Grandma, don't worry, I will find an opportunity to talk to my father and find a way to repair our relationship."
Having lived for two generations, I originally thought that I was too indifferent to family ties, but when I heard my grandma talk about these secrets, I still felt a little sad.
"Grandma will be satisfied if you have this heart." Mrs. Wheatley took Chris's hand, "Your eyes are very similar to your mother's."
Plato and Brent listened silently. They were several years old at that time and had memories of this, but no one mentioned it in front of Chris.
Mrs. Wheatley put her hand into her sleeve and took out a small square wooden box.
The wooden box looked like it was made of rosewood and exuded a delicate fragrance.
With a "click" sound, Mrs. Wheatley opened the wooden box, and there was a small pendant lying quietly on the yellow velvet.
It was a "heart"-shaped red gemstone of about five centimeters, which was translucent. There was a light blue vortex in the gemstone, which looked quite mysterious.
The pendant is tied to a gold necklace, which glows with a pale golden luster under the sunlight.
"Your grandfather gave it to me before he died and asked me to keep it. It is said to be passed down from the ancestors." Mrs. Wheatley took out the pendant and put it on Chris' neck. "Our Jordan family has been in the family for hundreds of years.
It was also prominent for a while, but for some reason it has declined. I see in you the hope of revitalizing the family, so I will pass this token to you today."
Chris touched the heart-shaped gem with his hand and felt a warm feeling. There was an energy fluctuation inside it, which was consistent with his heartbeat.