When Daniel entered the process of forging the sword, he became a little selfless, his expression was serious and focused, and he could no longer take care of Chris and others.
The curved dragon teeth became straightened little by little after being beaten again and again.
"Brother, let's go." Chris whispered to Brent and waved.
Brent's face was full of envy. He knew that once the Dragon Tooth Sword was forged, it would be a rare and good weapon.
The two quietly left the forging room and walked out of the door.
At this moment, Linda was standing next to the door, stamping her feet and muttering angrily: "Humph, a bunch of rude men."
Chris walked over and patted her shoulder gently.
"Yeah!" Linda jumped up like a frightened cat. After seeing Chris, she breathed a little.
"Hey, Chris, why are you looking so pale?"
"It's nothing, just some blood. Let's go to my grandma's place."
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The three of them soon arrived at Mrs. Wheatley's courtyard.
Vitelli had already ordered the servants to put the prepared dragon meat on the table. Plato also cleaned himself up and came over with a shy face.
Seeing Chris's slightly pale face, Plato felt a little relieved. Although the guy was better than him, he didn't seem to be so relaxed.
"Are you back?" Mrs. Wheatley said with a smile in her eyes.
"Yes, grandma." The three of them sat at the dining table, each with two palm-sized barbecue steaks in front of them.
"Let's start eating." Vitelli took the lead in cutting off a small piece of dragon meat and put it into his mouth with a fork.
In an instant, her face turned rosy, her whole body became energetic, and she seemed much younger.
Vitli's eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Chris, this is good stuff."
Reputation from Vitelli 10
Chris said: "Grandma, if you like, eat more. I still have some here."
Mrs. Wheatley shook her head and said: "No, I have lived long enough with my old bones, so I don't expect to live a hundred years. It would be a waste to use something as precious as dragon meat on me, so I'll leave it to you."
Let these young people improve their physical fitness."
"Don't worry, grandma, even if you don't eat dragon meat, you will live a long life." Chris smiled.
Reputation from Wheatley 3
Chris was a little excited. He could actually gain reputation by saying nice things?
"Little one, when did your mouth become so sweet?" Mrs. Wheatley showed a kind smile.
Chris said seriously: "No, I'm just stating a fact."
Reputation from Wheatley 2
After the old woman started eating, Plato and Brent couldn't wait to cut off the dragon meat and put it into their mouths, and then they looked surprised.
As knights, they can more intuitively feel the changes in their bodies.
That bite of dragon meat can improve your physical fitness more than several days of exercise.
The fighting spirit in his body also boiled, as if it would burst out of his body at any time.
Reputation from Plato 5
Reputation from Brent 5
"By the way, who won the battle between you two?" Mrs. Wheatley swallowed the dragon meat in her mouth and looked at the two of them and asked.
Hearing this, Plato buried his face like a little quail.
Brent said with joy: "Chris won."
Plato almost dropped his head under the table.
"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 was 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.
Reputation from Wheatley 2
"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.