Invincible Immortal Emperor Reborn In City

After Lord Rockefeller left the king's chambers, he went straight to Chen Feng.    

    

He was a little worried that the stupid Henry IV would do something he shouldn't have done, which made Chen Feng and Saria have a bad feeling about Frank State.    

    

But even though he knew this, he couldn't stop Henry IV.    

    

This kind of reception was usually done by royal members, which showed how serious and important they were to their guests.    

    

Saria's plane was about to arrive at the capital. If something unpleasant happened during the welcome, the first impression would not be good.    

    

She grew up in Frank State, so she definitely had feelings for this country. They did not need to deliberately arrange anything.    

    

Once it was deliberate, it would appear very fake.    

    

But with Henry IV's intelligence, it would be strange if he didn't cause some trouble.    

    

Everyone knew that he was stupid, only he himself didn't think so.    

    

To think that he would send Prince George to welcome him. He thought that everyone else was a fool, and that they couldn't see through what he was thinking.    

    

It was a joke. What kind of prince would Saria still care about now?    

    

Moreover, Chen Feng's mother, Qin Qing, and his real girlfriend, Xia Yuling were with him. At most, she would ask Prince to come over and greet them, and then she would not bother with him anymore.    

    

So, it was quite sad. Most people understood what was happening, but Henry IV was the one who thought he was smart.    

    

Even if he wanted Prince George to get close to him, he should have naturally come into contact with him in the Imperial Palace instead of forcefully creating such a useless opportunity.    

    

Rockefeller felt that it was necessary for him to greet Chen Feng first and give him a precautionary measure. After that, even if something were to happen, Chen Feng would not take his anger out on this country.    

    

Chen Feng was bored. He was playing chess with Ilse, and Qing Yuanzi was watching from the side.    

    

Guan Qi was a gentleman who did not speak a word. Qing Yuanzi's qi maintenance skills, which he had cultivated over a hundred years, were superb. He just watched quietly from the side and did not point fingers.    

    

However, even if he wanted to give pointers, he could not do so because he had just learned how to play chess.    

    

Ilse was also an old man over a hundred years old. He was older than him and boasted that his chess skills were superb. However, at this moment, his face was somewhat red.    

    

Because Chen Feng had simply familiarized himself with the rules and killed him to the point of throwing away his helmet and armor.    

    

A Immortal Emperor's brain and thinking was naturally not something a mortal could compare with.    

    

Even if he had just learned it, he could still quickly comprehend its essence. Coupled with his powerful analytical ability that was comparable to a computer, no matter what chess game he played, he would be able to quickly become a top chess player.    

    

Chess was the same, and chess was the same.    

    

When Rockefeller came in, Ilse finally admitted defeat with a bitter smile.    

    

"Mr. Chen, seniors." Rockefeller greeted them with a smile in the China language. When he saw the chessboard in the middle of them, his hands felt itchy.    

    

"Mr. Ilse, have you lost? Why don't you let me try?"    

    

When he played with Henry IV just now, his chess skills were terrible, and he could not bring himself to be interested.    

    

Now that he saw that Chen Feng seemed to be very powerful, he naturally had the idea of competing with him.    

    

Ilse stood up and gave up his seat. He said with a bitter smile, "You should be careful. Other than the first round, he is not familiar with the rules. He let me win one round by luck. After that, I lost all of them."    

    

Lord Rockefeller's eyes lit up. He asked curiously, "How many rounds did you lose?"    

    

Ilse's old face turned green instantly. He waved his hand and replied with a dry laugh, "Haha, you don't need to say that. It's all in the past. Come, you can play with him."    

    

He had lost thirteen rounds in a row. He knew that he would lose in less than three minutes. However, he didn't believe it. He was going to play until the end, and in the end, it was too horrible to look at.    

    

The reason he surrendered this time was because of Lord Rockefeller. He didn't want Rockefeller to know how miserable his loss was.    

    

After all, he also wanted face.