The people of Jefferson Village, though not as closely related by blood as Peter Jefferson, still carried a
trace of the bloodline of the Jefferson family's ancestors. As for Chris, he was a complete outsider. He
really couldn't understand why Peter Jefferson wouldn't give the Dragon Emblem fragment to the
people of the Jefferson family to cultivate.
"Do you think I don't want to?" Peter Jefferson was full of helplessness. "The people of Jefferson
Village are basically farmers now. Asking them to cultivate the Dragon Emblem fragment is like forcing
them!"
The more he spoke, the more desolate Peter Jefferson became. After over a hundred years, the people
of Jefferson Village now had no traces of their ancestors at all! Asking them to learn martial arts and
fight? They might as well stick to farming!
Especially this lad Chris. This huge blessing had fallen onto his head, but he always seemed reluctant.
It was enough to make Peter Jefferson want to spit blood.
Chris thought for a moment, his face slightly calmer. Everything Peter Jefferson had said so far was
consistent with what he had observed. It seemed that Peter truly had no other options.
"Old man, since the Dragon Emblem fragment is buried in the grave of the Jefferson family's ancestor,
how are you going to give it to me?"
"Enough! Stop asking, I know what you're thinking." Seeing Chris determined to get to the bottom of
the matter, Peter Jefferson waved his hand impatiently. "To put it bluntly, I'm giving you the Dragon
Emblem fragment for two reasons. First, though you're not from Jefferson Village, you are the son-in- noveldrama
law of the Jefferson family lineage, so you're half a Jefferson. Second, you have the strength to protect
the Dragon Emblem fragment. For the powerless Jefferson Village, the Dragon Emblem fragment is
just a curse."
This curse would only get them more and more trouble. Peter Jefferson understood. The Dragon
Emblem fragment in Jefferson Village was like a ticking time bomb. Peter Jefferson was already a
hundred years old. He didn't want his death to bring unprovoked disaster to Jefferson Village. It would
be better to take this opportunity to hand over this ticking time bomb, the Dragon Emblem fragment, to
Chris!
Peter Jefferson continued, "As for how I'm going to give the Dragon Emblem fragment to you? Chris,
do you remember the dragon-shaped jade pendant I gave you last time?"
Chris took out the dragon-shaped jade pendant from his waist, "This one?"
"Hmm!" Peter Jefferson nodded, "Actually, this dragon-shaped jade pendant is the key to open the
Dragon Emblem fragment."
Damn! Chris couldn't help but curse in his heart. This Peter Jefferson had given him the dragon-shaped
jade pendant a long time ago. It seemed like he had been setting a trap, waiting for him to step right in.
And he had foolishly rushed over here.
Thinking of this, Chris looked at Peter Jefferson with a face full of resentment. "Old man, you're really
underhanded. The first time we met, you started setting traps for me!"
As the Primus of Amerosia, he had been fooled by a hundred-year-old man. It really felt like capsizing
in a gutter.
"Hehe!" Peter Jefferson stroked his beard, a proud smile on his face. "I had no choice. Who else could I
set a trap for, if not for a capable lad like you?"
Suddenly, just as Chris was about to speak, the entire earth started to shake violently.
Peter Jefferson's face changed, and he shouted anxiously, "Not good! There's something happening at
the ancestral tomb!"
Before his words had even finished, whoosh! Peter Jefferson disappeared. Like lightning
He dashed out in the blink of an eye!
Seeing this, Chris was immediately dumbfounded. This old fellow was really good at hiding his true
strength. With this speed, even a regular great grandmaster might not be able to fight him!
At least, in Chris's five-year military career, facing countless strong opponents, he had never seen such
a swift and fierce move!
After a brief moment of shock...
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