"The fake parrot will disappear as soon as you touch it. This is a good breakthrough." Chris changed his wand to Dragon Roar and pointed it at the sky.
Intense fire elements quickly gathered, forming several fire clouds in the sky.
"What is he going to do?"
Below, countless people asked questions and saw Chris looking like he was about to cast a spell.
"Fire Meteor Shower!" Red clouds rolled, and countless tiny flames fell like rain, covering a large area of the sky.
Since being promoted to the second-level magic warrior, Chris has learned several powerful magics from Tina, mainly the fire system.
The colorful parrots can't escape from the rain of fire in the sky.
Those false clones dissipated immediately when they were touched by the flames, leaving only the colorful parrot's real body barely able to resist.
Several pieces of green feathers fell from the sky, and some even smelled of burnt smell.
Using the cover of the flames, Chris quietly came behind the colorful parrot and grabbed the crown.
"This is mine, give it to me!" The colorful parrot flapped its wings vigorously.
But Chris was stronger, and with a fierce force, he took the crown off.
Just when he stretched out his hand to catch the damn parrot, he saw the guy's speed suddenly increased, and his body turned into a stream of colorful light, flying into the distance.
Without the restraints of the crown, the speed it showed was beyond what Chris could catch up with.
Although he did not catch the colorful parrot, Chris' goal was achieved.
The fire rain dissipated directly before it fell to the ground.
In order to avoid harming the people below, he deliberately reduced the power of this magic.
Chris flapped his wings and slowly landed, came to the front of the carriage, removed his dragon form, raised the crown with both hands, and said: "Your Highness, your crown."
"Thank you." Princess Shirley picked up the crown with her beautiful hands, put it on her head, and asked with interest, "What's your name?"
"Chris Jordan."
"It seems that the Jordan family has a rare genius." Shirley's eyes stayed on Chris for a while, then moved away, and she walked back to the carriage.
"The princess is tired and needs to go back to rest." The sixth-level knight came over and said.
Chris stepped back.
The carriage moved forward slowly.
Yunadu came to Chris, glanced at him approvingly, and said, "Well done."
In the past, only a few people knew about Chris' dragon form, but now, the entire aristocratic circle in Mote City has seen it.
Originally, Chris didn't want to get involved in this matter, but it was related to Mote City's face issue.
The convoy gradually disappeared from sight, and except for the three viscounts who wanted to follow, the others could disperse on their own.
Brent came over, put his arm around Chris's shoulders, and said with a smile: "How does it feel to appear in front of people?"
"not bad."
The two brothers walked away arm in arm, and many people paid attention to them.
The eyes of a pair of blond men and women remained on Chris.
"This kid really stole the show." Du Wei said with a smile.
Manda frowned and said, "He is much stronger than he was back then. I can't even see through him now."
"No, he is already a second-level magic warrior."
Manda looked surprised: "How is this possible?"
It may take several years for an ordinary knight to advance from the first level to the second level, let alone one who has both magic and martial arts skills.
A few months ago, Chris was just an ordinary person who had not even awakened his fighting spirit.
Why does it improve so quickly?
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Chris returned to the Viscount Mansion and said to Brent: "I have consumed a lot of my magic power and need to be recuperated. Remember to call me before the banquet starts in the evening."
"no problem."
After saying goodbye to his brother, Chris went to the room where he lived before the separation.
Although he no longer lives here, the servants still clean it on time every day. The room is spotless, but there are no beddings on the bed.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chris closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, recovering his lost fighting spirit and magic power.
That flaming meteor shower covered such a large area and almost consumed all the magic power in his body.
Coupled with the maintenance of the dragon-like form, there is not much fighting spirit left.
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I closed and opened my eyes for a few hours, and the sky outside became dark.
Chris took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was now close to seven o'clock in the evening, and there was still one hour left before Her Royal Highness the Princess's reception dinner.
"Chris, let's go." Brent knocked on the door outside.
"Got it." Chris stood up and walked out the door.
Brent was wearing a black trench coat with a white shirt underneath. He stared at the indestructible armor on Chris, widened his eyes and said, "Don't tell me to wear this armor."
"Is there any problem?" Chris stood up straight, "You told me to put on my most expensive clothes, what is more precious than dragon scale armor?"
Brent covered his face with his hands: "No one is wearing armor to the dinner party. Have you brought any other clothes? Please change them quickly."
"No."
Chris also realized that something was wrong. He felt like he was wearing an armored warrior suit and attending a friend's wedding.
"You have a space ring. I thought you were preparing clothes for the dinner in there. Forget it, come with me."
Chris followed Brent to his room and rummaged through the closet.
"Here, I haven't worn this tuxedo yet. You can try it on."
Brent threw over a black suit.
Chris opened his arms and automatically disintegrated without breaking the armor, entering the space ring.
Only his underwear was left on him, and he quickly put on his black tuxedo.
The two brothers have very similar body shapes, and Chris's clothes fit him perfectly.
"Not bad, not bad. If you put on this outfit, you will be the most dazzling star tonight. When the time comes, it will be up to you to win our business." Brent nodded and said with a smile.
He murmured in his heart, he was born to the same parents, why is his younger brother so much more handsome than him?
Chris turned around and found no discomfort at all. It was as if it was tailor-made for him.
"Let's go!" Brent waved his hand, and the two brothers walked out.
The dinner venue is on the west side of Mott City, a manor owned by the Jordan family.
When the two brothers arrived, many nobles had already gathered.
In the middle of the manor is a pool, and the bright moonlight shines on the water, like a tiny river of stars.
On the right side of the pool, a dozen white tables form a long table with more than a hundred seats.
Tonight, all the nobles and gentry in Mott City will gather here.
In addition to taking care of the princess, they also have their own plans.
Princess Shirley's business in the royal capital is booming. If she can get along with this relationship, it will be an opportunity for any family to skyrocket.