My Fusion System

by Stayrr

Traversing into a Fantasy World, Watson became the youngest son of a run-down baron, ranked eight in the family. His mother was confined to her bed by sickness, his father was drinking all day, his brothers and sisters were not doing proper jobs, and even the family’s position of baron was on the verge of being stripped away. As the family’s decline loomed closer, Watson acquired t

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Chapter 65: The War Has Begun

"We're here! What a magnificent castle! Nindy, I remember you telling me that your home is somewhere near here."

A green-haired girl asked the girl in front of her.

The girl had an oval face with some baby fat. Her long chestnut-colored hair fell to her waist; she tied them with a thin metal ring. She had a pair of round blue eyes on her snow-white face; she stared at the enormous black castle nearby in a daze.

"Well, my home is near here; it is within the range of the castle! That's strange. Have I been away for so long that I remember wrongly? Maybe they have migrated and sold the land to the castle owner?"

Nindy glanced at the endless black wall and frowned. "It's my fault for being too busy all these years. I don't have much money, and I don't write home often."

She did not remember any black walls or tall buildings in the shape of a crescent. Instead, there was only barren land, a three-story wooden house, and a small chicken farm.

Her full name was Nindy Garry. She was 18 years old and a water element iron-tier mage.

She had been tested for her talent in magic when she was very young. At that time, her parents were delighted. They sold most of their unused assets and spent a large sum of money to buy her a book—the Encyclopedia of Basic Magic. She had managed to become a mage apprentice with the knowledge she learned from the book.

An apprentice referred to those who had started to learn magic, but they had not reached the iron-tier yet.

She became a water element iron-tier mage when she was twelve years old. She was forced to leave her home because she could not develop her talent there. First, she went to Monte Town; she had hoped to find a powerful mage as a teacher. In the end, she did not achieve her wish. After that, she traveled around the Holy Dragon Kingdom; she tried to improve herself while she improved her knowledge.

While she was on her journey, Nindy realized that her talent for magic was a good thing. Even though magic was the strongest of the four professions, it was also the most expensive to learn. When those powerful bronze or silver-tier mages took disciples, it was not as she had imagined. They taught patiently and prepared exquisite staffs or magic books for their beloved disciples as welcome gifts.

On the contrary, if they wanted someone as their master, the disciple had to prepare a tuition fee that might be a staff or a hundred to a thousand gold coins. After that, the master might only give the disciple a magic scroll. They would not know what to do with that.

It was the same for mages who were born with powerful support behind them.

They did not have to become a disciple, and they did not have to worry about not having enough resources. However, once they used the resources, they had to become a part of the family. They could not betray the family for the rest of their lives, or they would have a miserable ending.

Once there was an heir to a minor noble family who was attracted to her beauty. He showed her kindness and promised her one-third of the family's magic resources if she were willing to marry him. However, the man was quite short, and he was pretty fat—Nindy considered his proposal very carefully before she rejected him.

Then, she returned to Monte Town three months ago. Nindy decided to become a low-level mage in the Mage Guild. If she worked hard on missions, she might have a chance to advance her rank. She would head home when she became a bronze-tier mage, but she did not expect that her first mission would allow her to return home. She also did not expect her home to be missing.

"Nindy, you should have some faith in your family! Perhaps they did not sell the land; maybe the Blackmoon Castle had bought it. Perhaps your family is working with them, or maybe your sister has married the owner. Nothing is ever certain."

When she heard that, Nindy snapped back to her senses; she had a strange look in her eyes. "Indix, I should remind you that I have seven siblings, and three of them are girls. I am the eldest daughter, the second child in the family. My sisters are only 12 and 11; they are still too young to get married."

Nindy did not think it was a good idea to be a servant or be a nobleman's concubine. Everyone should live independently. She would have lost her temper if Indix were not her best friend in the Mages Guild.

"Alright, we've arrived at our destination. Everyone, take a rest! Here is a water element bronze-tier combined attack spell. You can pass it around later. This is your reward."

Folson looked at the Blackmoon Castle. He took a water bottle and a piece of wholemeal bread from the small bag on his waist. He tore it gently, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it with the water.

As he did so, the small bag did not change in size—it was a magical item. The bag had ample space in it, and it could hold many things.

A few mages nearby, including Nindy, looked at that scene with envy. They only had bread that was either dried or hard like a stone in their pockets; they started to eat it.

Folson stared at Blackmoon Castle for a while; then, he gasped.

He thought that his old friend, Zangwill, had exaggerated the situation in his letter, but he had been right. Blackmoon Castle was an inexperienced force. They must have added the word castle to the name. He was shocked when he saw the scene; it was much more magnificent than he had imagined.

"I didn't expect Zangwill to deal with such a huge monster. It is no wonder he wanted me to bring five people with me on this mission, and he wants to pay them 100 gold coins each too."

Blackmoon Castle was like a giant beast that laid on the ground; it made Folson uneasy. However, he suppressed that emotion.

The stronger his opponent, the more generous his employer would be with his reward. Perhaps he could even raise the fee when he saw them next—maybe 120 or 150 gold coins for each mage. If the employer agreed to his request, he would give the other mages an additional ten gold coins each; he wanted to show off his generosity.

..

Two hours later.

Folson and his team of mages met Wilber and the other manor owners at the Wilber Liszt Manor. The owners had prepared a feast to welcome their arrival. Then, Folson mentioned that he wanted a raise because Blackmoon Castle was more powerful than expected.

"Sir Folson, I appreciate your professionalism and ability as a mage. I approve of your request, and I will give each of you 140 gold coins as a reward! Unfortunately, that is all I can offer. If I have to pay for more, then I will be forced to reduce my manpower."

Wilber gave a pained answer to express his position.

"Thank you for your generosity, Master Wilber. There is no time to lose. Let's set off now."

Folson understood the situation; he smiled in satisfaction. The 140 gold coins offered was within his expectation.

Wilber asked, "Are you sure you should go now? The feast hasn't officially started yet."

"I'm sure." Folson maintained his calm smile and waved his hand. A strange-eyed owl flew from the manor and landed on his shoulder. "It's better to celebrate after the completion of the mission. Not only can we enjoy our spoils of war freely, but we can also trample on the bones of our enemies, raise our wine glasses, and drink until dawn. It's not like we have anything else to think about then."

"Lord Folson, you're an admirable mage!"

Wilber nodded, and at that moment, his tone was much more sincere. "I'll get someone to inform Miss Nightingale. At the same time, I'll assemble our army now. We'll set off for Blackmoon Castle in an hour! I shall announce that the war has begun."

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Chapter 66: Watson's Preparations

At the training field, Blackmoon Castle.

Watson stood on the barren stony ground; he held a wooden sword in his hand as he made some hacking motions.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, gray chaotic aura covered the wooden sword before it immediately erased it from existence.

Watson smiled wryly. "The chaotic aura was formed from light and dark auras. In terms of strength, it's ten times stronger than the other two types of aura. However, it will shatter upon reaching my hand unless the weapon in my hand is silver-tier or above! Iron-tier and low-tier weapons will shatter; bronze-tier weapons are better, they can withstand ten times more."

Sometimes, strength could also be a disadvantage.

Fortunately, the combat aura produced by Watson's fusion could be divided. The chaotic combat aura could be divided into light and dark properties, and light elements could be divided into four basic elements—earth, fire, water, and wind.

Watson found it strange; light and dark elements were equal in combat aura, but they could not be separated like the light element. The four basic elements that made up the world had nothing to do with the dark attribute; it was as if the dark element was created outside the system.

The dark-elemental combat aura represented the power of mist, corrosion, and devour. Those three powers could block one's five senses; it would make it difficult for people to see things clearly. There was also a strong acid that stimulated the surface of objects and creatures. It would leave traces of dark erosion; if the object were a bronze longsword, it would become an iron-tier weapon or scrap iron. The ability to devour was simple—just as Nightingale had shown, she controlled the shadow to swallow the object and use it as a storage bag.

"Now that I have mastered the gold-tier dark-elemental combat aura, I can make use of the dark elements to a certain extent."

Watson extended his right hand. The shadow behind him squirmed, and a three-meter-long wooden sword slowly rose from within it. He held it in his hand.

He named that ability Shadow Space. It was only three square meters, and it could not store many things. As his strength increased, the storage space could also become larger.

In addition to that ability, he also grasped the ability to turn his body into an illusion. He could use his dark-elemental combat aura to transform parts of his flesh and blood into shadows. That ability was best used at night and in dark places.

Combat aura was not magic, but a high-level practitioner's combat aura would have the characteristics of the world's basic elements. It had a mysterious color that was comparable to magic.

In contrast to the dark-elemental combat aura, the light-elemental combat aura that Watson grasped also had three characteristics: flame, penetration, and purification.

The first one was similar to the ability to turn his body into a shadow—it was the weapon of light and the flames of the sun. The weapon of light could use light to change weapons at will. As the name implied, the flames of the sun could distort light into flames during the day—it could purify everything.

If he encountered an enemy during the day, Watson could use his light-elemental combat aura against the enemy and borrow the power of the sun and the weapon of light. If it were at night, then he would use his dark-elemental combat aura and transform into a shadow so that it would be difficult for others to guard against him.

As for the chaotic combat aura, the destructive power was too great, so Watson decided not to use it unless it was necessary.

"Since the system has fused the chaotic elements, the source is with me. Other than cultivating this element's aura, can I also use its magic? However, if I want to use its magic, I must have a chant, a stable magic array, and an operational structure. I am certain that there isn't a single magic book in this world that can record chaotic magic. Perhaps I need to create it myself?"

Watson suddenly thought of that; he muttered to himself, "Not necessarily. Chaos is an element born from the fusion of light and dark elements. I only need to find light and dark-elemental magic of the same level and fuse them to create chaotic magic! I am truly a genius. Unfortunately, light and dark magic is also rare in this world."

As he held the wooden sword that rose from the shadow, Watson did not use his chaotic combat aura. He used his physical strength to hold it and hack away as he set his future training plans in his heart.

Even though light and dark magic were hard to find, once he found them, he was confident that he would become the youngest and most powerful mage in the world.

"Watson, there aren't enough Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. Replenish them for me. I'm going out."

There was a sound as the wind blew behind him. Watson did not turn his head. Instead, he held the wooden sword in his left hand and grabbed a soft petite hand to his right.

When he turned around, Watson realized that the hand had belonged to Nightingale. She must have wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but she was surprised by his action. She opened her pink lips to speak, but she was frozen on the spot.

Watson took his hand back and threw the wooden sword into the shadow space. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Nightingale, where are you going? Are you going back to the Fairy Castle? Don't forget the promise that you've given me. You haven't promoted any of my guards yet."

"I'm not a man of my word. I'm going out to do something. I'll be back in a day! Half a day if I'm fast."

Nightingale glanced at Watson; she forced herself to be calm and said, "This has something to do with you too! Yesterday, I received a request from the Wilber Liszt Manor and other manors. They want to spend 1,000 gold coins for me to destroy Blackmoon Castle. I've made up my mind to refuse them today. Shouldn't you give me 200 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs as compensation?"

Nightingale had wanted to ask Watson for 500 eggs. She had lived there for two days and knew that the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken would lay 1,000 eggs every day. So, 500 eggs was not a lot, but she changed her mind when Watson grabbed her hand.

Yesterday, she could still pat Watson on the shoulder. She did not expect that he would immediately adapt to such a powerful force after he had become a gold-tier warrior. What a monster!

"Let's do 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. I don't have more than that to spare. Also, tell me about these manors."

"At least 150."

"Well, 80 then."

"Alright, 100 then!" Nightingale gritted her teeth and agreed. She reached out her hand and said, "Give me the eggs first."

Watson spread his combat aura wings on his back and flew back to the castle. He brought a basket of boiled eggs to Nightingale from the kitchen.

Nightingale looked at it before she said with satisfaction, "Watson, I have to remind you that this is a trial for you by the border count. You must defeat these farmers to become his subordinate! In addition to me, these people also invited a team of mages from Monte Town. The strongest one is a silver-tier mage. I can only guarantee that I won't intervene in this process, and I can't interfere with the others."

The border count was really a troublesome person.

Watson pursed his lips. The count wanted to test his strength. He wanted to see if Blackmoon Castle was a powerful force that could protect its assets or a fat sheep with treasures but no fighting power. If it were the latter, he believed that the border count would swing his butcher's knife mercilessly.

"That's all I have to say. Do take care of yourself. I sincerely hope that Blackmoon Castle will not become a ruin in a day. So that I can still eat the delicious Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs," Nightingale instructed before she disappeared into the shadows.

Watson stood in place for a moment. Then, suddenly, he infused his combat aura into his voice and opened his mouth to shout.

"All Blackmoon Castle guards, listen to my orders. Our enemy is coming to invade us. Now is the time to prove your worth! Anyone who kills an enemy will be rewarded with a Rainbow Phoenix Egg. Anyone who kills 100 enemies will be rewarded with a piece of silver-tier equipment. If you can achieve the final victory, then the three people who kill the most enemies will receive the manor I've given you. This is my promise, and it will be effective forever!"

The surroundings were silent at first before thunderous cheers rang out.

"We will obey Young Master Watson's orders!"

The 30 Blackmoon Knights on patrol came from all directions; their eyes burned with enthusiasm.

Rich rewards would always bring brave men. Watson believed that with sufficient resources and specialized training, those guards would not be any weaker than a thousand soldiers. It was time to test the results of Blackmoon Castle's progress over the past few days.

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Chapter 67: An Intense Battle

Outside Blackmoon Castle.

Wilber led more than ten manor owners and 5000 soldiers to look at the castle gate. Half of the 5000 men were on horses. They were not iron-tier magical beasts but ordinary, tall horses. At that moment, they shook their necks and made loud, nasal noises.

Every ten people in their army had armor. The last one hundred elites were in a complete set of armor and weapons. The others were only in regular clothes. Even though they looked like they were in an uneven formation, they still had a strong aura—after all, they had more people.

"This is Blackmoon Castle."

A manor lord beside Wilber sighed.

He had been talking about Blackmoon Castle for the past few days, and that was the first time he had seen it in person. He realized that Blackmoon Castle was even more magnificent than he had ever imagined; he felt a sense of awe.

There were many people like him; the other manor lords had the same reaction when they saw Blackmoon Castle for the first time.

However, they were more excited than in awe. The most excited one was Wilber. He looked at Nightingale beside him and the basket in Nightingale's hand, and his eyes burned.

The basket in Nightingale's hand was full of Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, which proved that the rumor about the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken in Blackmoon Castle was accurate.

"Miss Nightingale, where did you get the eggs?" Wilber asked.

If they were stolen, then he hoped that Nightingale would share them with him later.

Under everyone's envious eyes, Nightingale picked up an egg from the basket casually and stuffed it into her mouth. She replied indifferently, "Of course, they were given to me by Watson."

Watson had given them to her?

As hope swallowed his saliva, a strange look appeared on his face. It meant that Miss Nightingale had been in Blackmoon Castle.

"Yes, why?" Nightingale did not even look at him.

"Since you were in the castle just now, why didn't you take the opportunity to kill Watson and the castle's master? If you had made your move, then we wouldn't need to dispatch our men. Instead, we'd be in the castle where we can enjoy fine wine and eggs."

"I didn't think I needed to say it. Sorry, I forgot! I'll sneak into the castle later and assassinate him again."

Nightingale's perfunctory response made the corners of Wilber's lips twitch. He could see that Nightingale had no intention to deal with Watson at all. She was putting on a show, which made him very unhappy, but he had to suppress it.

As long as Nightingale was not Watson's ally, then it was fine. They still had the advantage.

Wilber ignored Nightingale; he turned around and shouted at his men. "My companions, we are gathered today here because of a common goal, and that is to deal with the same enemy—Blackmoon Castle! I believe that everyone has heard of what this castle has done in the past few months. Without the consent of their surrounding farms, they have expanded their land without permission. They took advantage of their wealth to openly rob the servants of other farms. They think nothing of us.

"Keeping this castle is a disaster; it's time to destroy it! Everyone, attack now. Kill anyone who dares to resist you!"

He did not give the castle a chance to prepare; Wilber waved his hand, and the thousands of cavalrymen beside him rushed forward with a shout.

"Kill, Kill, Kill!"

"Charge! Break your way through the castle, take the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, and snatch their high-quality defensive weapons."

Thousands of people stepped forward at the same time, and it caused the earth to shake. A satisfied smile appeared on Wilber's lips, and he focused his attention on the few mages beside him.

"Elder Folson, I'll have to trouble you next!"

Even though Wilber was confident that those 5000 people could break their way through the castle walls, he could not guarantee that there would not be any damage. So, it was a job for Folson. Mages were great at large-scale attacks.

"Don't worry; I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Folson had a calm smile on his face as he waved at the five mages beside him. "I've taught you the joint attack spell. How are you guys doing?"

"Elder Folson, we have almost mastered it."

"Very good. Now is the time to test the results of your learning!"

Folson patted the small bag on his waist, and a sky-blue magic staff flew out of it. Dense water elements surrounded it. He used the magic staff to draw a huge five-pointed star array on the ground; each of the five points was filled with water element symbols in the shape of waves.

Under his guidance, the other five mages stood in five different directions of the five-pointed star, and he was in the center. He raised his staff, and at the top of the magical stick, a sapphire the size of a fist emitted a dazzling light.

Folson muttered.

"Water elements that fill the world, please heed my call; I am silver-tier mage Folson. Condense them into a surging current and become a spear that purifies everything! Descend, silver-tier magic—spear of the Great Waterfall!"

A huge spear appeared above the mages' heads. It was more than ten meters long and looked like a hanging waterfall. It was surrounded by long snake-like patterns and emitted rustling sounds.

The 5000-strong troops had just rushed forward when they realized that such a huge spear had appeared above their head. They trembled in shock. They knew that if the spear were to fall, at least dozens of them would be killed on the spot. They sighed at the power of mages.

It was not only them, but even Wilber had only seen such a huge spell for the first time. He sucked in a breath of cold air when he saw the large spear in the sky.

Wilber felt that it was not a loss to spend so much money on those mages. Not far away from him, Zangwill, who was also a farm owner, sighed. "It seems that my old friend has become stronger again." At the same time, he revealed a relaxed smile. He knew that there was only one way for Blackmoon Castle to be destroyed.

"Spear of the Great Waterfall, kill everything in front of you!"

Folson waved his magic staff. The spear brought with it the power of the thunder. It hit Blackmoon Castle's main gate like a small mountain that had fallen from the sky. The game and walls on both sides collapsed with a loud bang before it revealed a barren land. The ground was full of water-filled potholes.

The Spear of the Great Waterfall was a bronze-tier combined attack spell, but it had the power of a gold-tier spell. Except for Folson, the other five mages who had cast the spell had fallen onto the ground; they were exhausted.

The so-called combined attack spell was to extract the strength of those who were not strong enough and combine it to cast a spell beyond their rank. As long as there were enough people, an iron-tier spell could be used to destroy the world. The price was that the person who cast the magic would be weakened for a long time.

"Master Wilber, we have broken through the gate."

Folson looked a little pale. That attack had consumed half of the magic elements in his body, but he still fared much better than the others.

Wilber nodded repeatedly. "Well, as everyone can see, thanks to Elder Folson's help, the gate is destroyed! Everyone, listen to my orders; attack with all your strength!"

Wilber shouted excited as he led the charge. He pulled out a long sword from his waist and prepared to charge into the castle.

Boom!

A muffled thunder-like sound echoed from behind Blackmoon Castle's collapsed walls. Thirty men in iron-tier armor and green embroidered cloaks rushed forward; they rode their own liger beasts. They moved in unison; they were like one body, a sharp knife that could pierce into their opponent's troops.

The enemy troops were not evenly distributed. Their strongest soldier was a bronze-tier warrior, and their weakest one was not even an iron-tier warrior. Plus, they had not had any training. As a result, their fight with Blackmoon Castle's elites was utter chaos. There were only 12 Blackmoon Knights, but they were more imposing than a thousand men.

Each of them was covered with thick bronze armor that had a layer of combat aura. They were like iron-shelled turtles. When swords and sabers landed on their bodies from different directions, they were not hurt. One could only hear clanging sounds and see sparks from the impacts. When their enemies tired out, that was when they would reap their reward.

In a short time, the Blackmoon Knights had managed to crack their enemies' allied troops.

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Chapter 68: Four Silver-tier Warriors

Blackmoon Castle.

Watson and his family were in the hall. Scarlet sat in between him and his eldest brother, Vincent. His parents, Edward and Catherine, were also with them. Wendy, dressed in a maid's outfit, stood quietly behind Watson with a slightly worried expression on her face.

They could hear the sounds of the intense battle outside the castle.

"I can't believe that these manor owners are jealous of Blackmoon Castle. It's one thing for them to be jealous, but they had joined forces to attack us. They're really trying to bully us."

Edward's fingers tapped the table impatiently. He looked furious.

He had been in his room trying to make babies with his wife, Catherine. However, Watson had announced that their enemies were prepared to invade them. He was so frightened that he pulled his pants up and rushed out.

"What are your thoughts?"

Vincent had a serious look on his face as he thought about Edward's question.

"Since they want to fight, then we'll fight. We can't let them bully us."

"But I heard that there are more than 5,000 allied forces on the farm," Edward said.

Vincent hesitated for a moment; he closed his eyes and then opened them. His eyes looked firm as he said, "Whether they have 5,000 or 50,000 men, we'll still have to fight them. They're invading us because of their greed, not because of our mistakes! Even if we give them the castle and the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, they will want more. I don't think they will be satisfied."

Humans were always like that; they had endless greed.

"Since we can't make them satisfied, then we'll beat them until they're afraid."

Vincent's serious expression hid a heart full of fighting spirit.

Edward nodded as he looked at Watson. "I've heard Vincent's thoughts. What about you? What do you think?"

"My thoughts are the same as Eldest Brother's," Watson said with a smile.

They were no longer the same Garry as they had been in the past, and the same could be said of Blackmoon Castle. Nevertheless, they had strength and money, so why should they not defend themselves?

"Since you have the same opinion, then it's settled. We shall not tolerate their offence against us; otherwise, they will keep coming for more. I believe in your strength and judgment, but you must be careful. Your safety is more important than anything! If we can't win, then we shall give them the castle. After all, this family will always have a future as long as we stay together."

Edward tried to comfort them. His eyes lit up when he looked at Vincent and Watson; he was very proud.

"Yes, Father."

Watson and Vincent stood up at the same time and walked out of the hall. Scarlet also took the longbow from her back. Her gaze was resolute as she followed them.

"Eldest Brother, you shall guard the castle entrance. Go with the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry; they will protect you."

"Scarlet, go to the farm and release the Golden Flash! You can ride it and make the most of your archery skills. As for the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, let it stay in the farm for now."

Watson left the castle with his siblings as he issued their missions with a solemn expression.

The Rainbow Phoenix Chicken had the strength of a silver-tier beast, and it could be used as a fighting force. However, it was also very valuable; Watson had spent almost 10,000 hens to fuse it. They would suffer a significant loss if it were injured in the battle.

Vincent and Scarlet had no problems with Watson's tasks for them.

There was only one problem.

Vincent asked, "Watson, what about you?"

Watson had sent the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry to protect him, and he had also sent the Golden Flash to protect Scarlet. Who would defend Watson?

Watson smiled. "Eldest Brother, have you forgotten that I'm already a gold-tier warrior! Other than that, I'm also a silver-tier mage. I don't need anyone to protect me."

"What I want to do is very simple. Just now, the mage outside had used magic to break through our walls! Even though these walls were made of dark jade stones, they're not worth much. But it will take a lot of effort to repair them. Since he has the gut to attack us, then he must be prepared to bear my wrath!"

He wanted to use magic to deal with his enemy's magic.

As Watson spoke, his blue eyes were filled with anger. From its usual calm surface of the sea, they had turned into roaring waves. Even Vincent, a silver-tier warrior, felt a chill down his spine when he felt the killing intent in his youngest brother's eyes.

"Then let's divide it like this."

Vincent did not argue; he knew time was of the essence. He only told Watson to be safe. Then, he turned around and left the castle; he had blended with the 30 guards from the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry.

Scarlet had run obediently toward the farm to get the Golden Flash.

After his siblings had left, Watson spread the golden wings on his back and flew into the air where he could observe the battle.

It was daytime, so the effect of his light-elemental combat aura was the best for the situation. The castle gate had already been completely destroyed, with over 5,000 men fighting against 30 men from the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry. The Blackmoon Iron Cavalry had excellent equipment, and their strength was much more significant than their opponents—they could fight against 100 men at the same time. If any attack were to land on them, they would not be hurt at all.

However, they had to face 5,000 men simultaneously. At that moment, those 30 men hacked and slashed with their swords. They managed to cut three or four men in one go, and they punched outward to blow their opponent's head into pieces. However, they were entangled by too many people who had appeared around them. Those people were envious of Blackmoon Castle, and they had already lost their rationality.

When Vincent joined the battle, the calm action immediately stirred into tidal waves.

He was a silver-tier warrior and had learned the light-elemental combat aura from Watson. At that moment, two golden wings that were more than a meter long had spread open on his back, where it shone under the sunlight. His left hand held a bronze-tier weapon that Watson had given him—the Windstorm Greatsword—while his right hand held the light-elemental combat aura's inherent ability—the light weapon—which had transformed into a thin sword.

His body was covered in a silver-tier thorny vest. The barbs on it also had a dense light-elemental combat aura.

From his hair to the tips of his eyebrows, Vincent's entire body had turned golden. He was like a god as he flew across the sky and reaped his enemies' lives calmly.

He waved his left hand gently, and his Windstorm Greatsword would bring forth a storm that would blow those on their way toward the castle. The light weapon in his right hand was even more terrifying. The light ray could stretch more than ten meters, and it could cut anyone in its path neatly and with a burning smell.

"It's a silver-tier warrior. Blackmoon Castle's silver-tier warriors have appeared! Quick, focus your fire on him!"

The allied troops noticed Vincent's bravery; they began to organize the people around him to deal with him.

They did not have a silver-tier warrior amongst them, and they could not fly, so they could not hit Vincent with regular attacks. However, they could release their combat aura into the sky to wrap their weapons and throw them.

For a moment, the colorful combat aura in the sky merged and whistled past Vincent. Then, the daggers and short spears that were mixed in the combat aura attacked Vincent.

Vincent only raised his eyebrows at the attacks. He did not dodge them, and he also took the initiative to greet them.

Bang!

Bang!

A series of chaotic sounds could be heard. Those men who had attacked Vincent fell onto the ground as their bodies twitched uncontrollably before their combat aura shattered. Watson was the one who remade Vincent's thorny vest. It was a silver-tier defensive tool, and it could reflect attacks. So if those people were to attack him, it would mean that they were attacking themselves.

Vincent flew into the air, and wherever he passed, the allied forces fell.

"Be careful, Young Master Vincent. We'll help you."

The guards from Blackmoon Castle were much more confident when they saw Vincent's strength. Allen and Liszt shouted before they spread their combat aura wings and flew into the sky.

When the allied troops heard their voices, they raised their heads, and their eyes widened with disbelief.

"Young Master Vincent? Shouldn't it be Young Master Watson?"

"I heard that the Blackmoon Castle young master is very talented. He is already a silver-tier warrior at such a young age. I thought that it was him who flew into the sky just now. I thought that he looks a bit old, but it's not him. There are already three silver-tier warriors in the sky, which means that including Watson, Blackmoon Castle has at least four silver-tier warriors."

The allied troops knew that they were mistaken about Blackmoon Castle's real strength. They were stronger than they had imagined. Then, they fell into major confusion.

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Chapter 69: He Was A Gold-tier Warrior

"They have three silver-tier warriors?"

Wilber gritted his teeth as he looked at the man in the sky. Finally, he stopped in the empty space half a kilometer away from Blackmoon Castle.

He was also on a big black horse. The animal was covered with heavy iron-tier armor and saddle, and his large eyes flickered with unease.

Wilber was a little relieved. Fortunately, he was cautious and did not rush. He had also joined forces with the other manors and recruited more than 5000 men. Furthermore, he had also asked Zangwill to invite six mages led by the silver-tier mage, Folson. Otherwise, he would have been dead.

"I've never heard of so many silver-tier warriors attached to the Blackmoon Castle. These people must have consumed a large number of Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs in the past two months to break through their levels."

Wilber's eyes narrowed as he pondered the issue. Amidst his fear, his heart gradually became fiery.

He did not expect Rainbow Phoenix Chicken to be more effective than he had imagined. If he could invade Blackmoon Castle and obtain the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, he might get sufficient eggs to train his subordinates to become silver-tier warriors.

When he thought about that, he was no longer afraid. Instead, he roared, "Don't fight those three silver-tier warriors; focus on the other guards and Blackmoon Castle's other leaders."

The thousands of soldiers were no longer flustered when they heard that order. They looked at the sky in fear. They gritted their teeth as they charged toward the castle.

Other than Vincent, Liszt, and Allen, the other Blackmoon Iron Cavalry guards were held back by more than 2000 people. They were separated from the other three as if they were stuck in a swamp and could not extricate themselves. The remaining 3000 soldiers had already passed by them and were headed toward the castle.

They were not fools. They knew they should capture the head of the snake. Just as Master Wilber had said, Vincent and the other two men were fearless. There was no need for them to fight those warriors head-on. As long as they could capture Watson and the master of the castle, they would win the war.

As they faced the torrent of thousands of people, Vincent and the other two men, who were flying in the sky, tried their best to stop them.

As Vincent's golden combat aura wings flapped gently, dozens of long light spears descended from the sky and nailed even more people to the ground. Liszt, who was beside him, also fluttered his combat aura wings, which had the patterns of plants and flowers that flowed onto his back, and the ground cracked as countless vines exploded outward to bind their enemies.

As for Allen, he wielded the Guardian Sword, which was covered in dark blue water-elemental combat aura. It turned into a surging river that pushed his opponents to the ground.

However, too many people were in the allied troops, and the three were already tired. So they could only watch as more than 3000 men rushed into the castle through the collapsed gate.

When those allied troops entered the castle, they saw a wheat field that had been fenced.

It was not a big field, perhaps only about 10 acres wide. There was crystal-like wheat planted in it, and they shone like gems. It did not seem as if they were grown for food; it was more like a work of art. The matured wheat attracted their attention.

"Am I seeing things? Is this really wheat? It's my first time seeing crystal-like transparent wheat. I don't know what it feels like to eat it."

The men clicked their tongues in wonder.

They knew that Blackmoon Castle was rich, but they did not expect its inhabitants to eat different food than the commoners.

Some men approached the wheat field; they were prepared to pull some near-grown wheat from the field. Even though their manor lords told them to hand in any treasures they found, it did not mean they would not keep some hidden. They believed that their higher-ups would not be so strict with them. The crystal wheat from the farm had looked expensive. They only needed to pull two or three stalks to sell them.

More than 100 men acted. Since they were close to the field, they raised their feet and were about to step in.

They did not care whether the wheat was fully grown or not, nor did they have any intention of protecting the field.

Watson, who had been observing the surroundings, no longer hovered in the sky. Instead, he controlled his combat aura wings and promptly landed in front of those men.

"Great Water Elementals, listen to my call and grant me invincible soldiers! Silver Magic Water—Elemental Warrior's Call!"

After Watson finished his chant, a dark cloud descended from the already gloomy sky. Thick and long water pillars fell from heaven and landed on the ground. They became three-meter-tall warriors made of blue waves. They held long spears and shields in their hands, and there were a hundred of them.

Those water-elemental warriors stood in front of the farm and lined up neatly. At the same time, they stabbed outward with their spears.

Chi!

Chi!

One could hear it as the spears pierced through the men's flesh. Those men fell onto the ground like discarded wheat in front of the water-elemental warriors. Their chests were stabbed; blood flowed and dyed the ground red.

When the remaining men saw that, they stopped in their tracks. There were hints of respect in their expression.

Watson stood in front of the 100 water-elemental warriors; he looked like an emperor surrounded by his soldiers. He was only ten years old, and his expression was solemn. His azure blue eyes contained the sea, and the pair of golden wings on his back sparkled. The pressure he gave them was even stronger than Liszt, Allen, and Vincent combined.

"Everyone, don't retreat! That is Young Master Watson of Blackmoon Castle. The battle will end once we capture him!"

"Master Wilber said that the person who can catch Watson would be rewarded with 1,000 gold coins and 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs! If we can't catch him, then we will also get some reward for killing him."

The men from the allied troops shouted with their might. Those people were bronze-tier warriors under Wilder's leadership. They were also the generals in that army. They were in charge of conveying Wilber's words to keep morale up.

He mentioned 1,000 gold coins!

Plus, 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs!

The men breathed heavily; they no longer retreated. Instead, they charged toward Watson.

The allied forces used their bodies to collide with the water-elemental warriors. Fresh blood sprayed, and it dyed the sky-blue water element into a bright red color.

The warriors pierced through the chests of those men with their long spears. The shields in their hands were raised as well to block their enemies' attacks. Unfortunately, the allied troops had too many men. Soon, the warriors were overwhelmed as more swords cut through their liquid bodies. Finally, they fell onto the ground and evaporated into white mist.

The water-elemental warriors' gigantic bodies, which were three-meter-tall, continued to shrink until it was two-meter-tall, then one-meter-tall…

Watson's face gradually paled.

The magic that he cast could only last for a few minutes when he summoned a hundred warriors simultaneously.

He could feel the magic elements in his body had dissipated quickly before the water dried. Then, he immediately shouted, "Everyone, put down your weapons. I can let your trespass go today if you can give me Wilber, Zangwill, and the other manor owners. I will give each of you a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg so that you'll have a chance to join the Blackmoon Castle."

He tried to incite the men from the allied troops, but unfortunately, no one listened to him.

Watson had promised everyone a Rainbow Phoenix Egg, but Wilber had promised that the person who captured Watson would get 100 eggs. All the men believed that they would be the person to catch Watson, and they would get 1,000 gold coins and 100 eggs.

"Everyone, don't listen to him! He's lying to us!" A bronze-tier warrior shouted.

"It seems like you don't intend to give up. Unfortunately, you've made the wrong choice."

Watson's expression turned cold. He raised his hand and removed the 100 water elemental warriors. Then he retracted his light-elemental combat aura wings. Two gray, eye-like streams of air appeared behind him. He teleported before he appeared dozens of meters away, and his right hand held the neck of a general.

That general was the bronze-tier elite who had shouted the loudest just moments ago.

At that moment, the general's face was filled with fear as Watson kept his grip on the man. He was like a chicken that awaited his fate to be slaughtered.

He struggled violently, but he was unable to break free. He could not even make a sound. The gray streams of air whirled toward his muscular body. Then, he turned into a piece of meat and fell to the ground.

Teleportation!

He had killed the bronze-tier warrior instantly!

The men in the allied troops were filled with fear as they shuddered. They had discovered that Watson was not a silver-tier warrior but a gold-rank warrior!

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Chapter 70: Meat Grinder

Nindy looked at the Blackmoon Castle's gate that had been destroyed. She also saw a few bronze-tier warriors lead the soldiers as they fought against the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry. Her face was pale, so she meditated to try to recover her body's magical power. She stared at the sky blankly.

"Why does that silver-tier warrior in the sky look so much like my eldest brother, Vincent?"

"Was Indix right? Did Blackmoon Castle purchase our land, and my brother has become their servant?" Nindy murmured. Soon, she realized that something was wrong.

That was because she saw her youngest brother, Watson, standing in the wheat field not far from Blackmoon Castle. He guarded the castle behind him as he summoned magical warriors to fight against the other manors' allied troops. Even though the 100 water-elemental warriors had only survived for a few minutes, they had killed more than 500 people. Their armor and weapons were scattered all over the ground—human flesh and horse meat were mixed together.

After the water-elemental warriors had disappeared, Watson teleported in front of the allied troops, and chaos followed. Wherever he passed by, his chaotic combat aura would shatter several bodies. Even the men's aura could do nothing; it was like paper, vulnerable to a single blow. It did not matter if those men were bronze-tier warriors or iron-tier elite or ordinary men; the outcome was the same—death.

The blood lingered in the wheat field and dyed the crystal wheat red.

Nindy was doubtful if it had all been real. It was not impossible for Vincent to be a silver-tier warrior; he was already training his combat aura when she left home. He must have had some fruitful years to have broken through to the silver tier. However, it was different for Watson. He had only been four years old when she left home.

Watson had neither tested his talent as a mage nor trained his combat aura. How could he become a gold-tier warrior and a silver-tier water-elemental mage after a few short years? He was even more outstanding than Vincent.

If the Garry family had become Blackmoon Castle's servants, then its master must have given her brothers gifts that led to their power surge. It meant that the master of the caster was even more powerful. However, the battle had progressed to a climax, and they had not seen Blackmoon Castle's master. So there was only one possibility.

Blackmoon Castle had no master other than the Garry family. They were the ones who had built the castle.

"What happened to my home while I was away? How could they build such a magnificent castle? I didn't even know anything about this, and I have followed Elder Folson to attack my own home. What should I do if Blackmoon Castle is destroyed?"

Nindy's voice became hoarse; she felt fear and shame in her heart.

Indix stood beside her. She was also a member of the Mage Guild. She looked at the bloody battle, and her pretty face turned pale.

"Didn't Elder Folson say that this is a simple mission? How did it turn out like this?"

As a noble mage, Indix had participated in missions to kill magical beasts. She had seen beasts torn apart by magic, but those were only creatures. They were different from humans. She had seen a man dismembered in front of her; his chest was pierced, and he had fallen into a pool of blood with a hideous expression on his face. Indix felt her stomach churned.

The three male mages, who were not far away, could not stand such a scene either. They supported the person next to them as they bent down to retch.

"Indix, this is the first time you have seen such an environment, so you are not used to it. You just need to experience it a few more times! I'm not lying to you. This is a simple mission, indeed. The manors have gathered 5,000 men, so it shouldn't be too difficult for me to break through this place. I didn't expect three silver-tier warriors here, as well as a gold-tier warrior who has mastered magic. It looks like I'll have to ask Master Wilber to pay more later."

Fulson comforted her as his gaze fell on Watson with great interest.

He was very impressed with Watson, not because of the unknown type of combat aura that surrounded his body, but the water-elemental warrior summoning spell he had cast.

"Judging from its strength, this spell should be silver-tier, and it should be considered as one of the stronger silver-tier spells! I didn't expect this kid to be a water-elemental mage. It's a pity that he had met me. I'll capture him later, and I'll interrogate him to get this silver-tier spell from him.'

Folson had made up his mind.

Silver-tier magic scrolls were worth thousands of gold coins. So if he could interrogate Watson about the contents of the spell, it would be equivalent to saving a huge sum of money. In addition, Folson planned to ask Wilber to raise their fees, so he would have to pay the mages at least 200 gold coins each. That was the reward of 1000 gold coins.

Folson sighed; he had been right to take that mission. The harvest was enough to increase his strength by a few levels and shorten the time he needed to become a gold-tier mage.

As for the bloody scene on the battlefield, Folson did not feel anything when he saw it. It was the nature of the world—the strong would always prey on the weak. When he was a bounty hunter, his targets were not only magical beasts but humans too. He had long trained to have a heart of stone.

"Elder Folson, why don't we just give up this mission?! I can't stand the slaughter. I think I'll have nightmares at night. Why are these two groups fighting so hard? What kind of hatred do they have that can't be resolved? Did Blackmoon Castle do something outrageous?" Indix asked weakly.

She did not want to participate in the next battle for her own safety. A battle was like a meat grinder; she would only become minced meat if she joined the war.

"Blackmoon Castle didn't do anything wrong. If they did, then it's because they were too rich and expanded too fast, and that violated the interests of the other manors."

"They killed so many people because their interests were violated? I know, it's the fault of the other manors!"

Indix nodded.

"No." Folson looked at the battlefield silently. "You are still too young. The others were not wrong as well."

"Then who was wrong?" Indix was at a loss.

"No one was wrong; this is war! Since ancient times, wars do seek not justice but benefits. And that is the truth."

Folson's voice was cold as he said, "Rest to recover your magic power. We may need you guys for the next battle! So put away those fearless sympathies. What we need to do is to satisfy our employer's request. Then, when both sides have almost exhausted their men, it will be my turn to take action."

He held half a gold-tier magic scroll in his hand. After a few days of research, he had used some methods and combinations from the magic scroll. After he had exhausted enough resources, he could barely use his magic. Even though he did not master everything, it was enough to destroy a castle.

That was his biggest trump card. Ordinary gold-tier magic could cover an area of several kilometers. Even without those 5000 men, he could still destroy Blackmoon Castle by himself and wait for his fees. It was a habit he had developed when he became a bounty hunter.

Wilber stood not far from the mages, and he saw his troops devoured.

His heart bled. He had brought more than 5000 men with him, but only half of them were left. The Black Moon Iron Cavalry had killed more than 1000 men. So many people had died, and their pension would cost a lot of money.

"Miss Nightingale, Watson is already a gold-tier warrior. Why didn't you tell me that? Didn't the border count send you to help us?

He could not help it; his eyes twitched as he questioned Nightingale.

He could accept the appearance of those three silver-tier warriors, but he could not tolerate the fact that Watson was already a gold-tier warrior. If he had known that, he would have brought more men.

Nightingale crossed her legs as she sat on a huge rock. She would take out a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg from the basket, peel it, and put it into her mouth from time to time. "You didn't ask! Oh, by the way, please don't blame me for not telling you. Besides Watson, there's also a gold-tier magical beast in Blackmoon Castle. You should have known this long ago, right?"

The muscles on Wilber's face twitched.

Roar!

As soon as she finished speaking, a heavy roar came from inside Blackmoon Castle. A huge magical beast about ten meters long with six wings appeared, and it carried Watson's seventh sister, Scarlet, on its back. Three giant heads roared in turn as distorted flames and rock spears that covered the ground emerged. That attack immediately killed 200 men from the allied troops. Wilber's heart skipped a beat.

If that were to continue, they would be defeated.

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Chapter 71: The Magic On The Scroll

"Run, run quickly."

"It's a monster! It's not something we can fight!"

The allied troops were utterly defeated in front of the Golden Flash, and they scattered to escape.

The Golden Flash flew into the sky. The three heads were in the shape of a lion, a tiger, and a goat, and they symbolized fire, earth, and darkness. The lion's head spewed a gold-tier spell called sunlight. A light pillar that was several meters thick fell from the sky and swept across the field; it left a deep, charred ravine on the ground. Anyone sucked into it would not be left behind—they would turn into steam and die.

The high temperature also burned those who were slightly further away. They screamed and rolled on the ground as they slapped their bodies continuously.

The goat's head spat out black fog.

The fog had a strong corrosive property. The skin of those touched by the fog began to wrinkle speedily. Then, it gradually peeled off to reveal the flesh beneath it. Eventually, their skin would turn green, and their internal organs would fall onto the ground.

The organs that fell would seem as if they had come back to life. The pulsing membrane on the surface would crack after a short delay. The liquid would be sprayed onto other people, and it would corrode their bodies, cause them to fall to the ground and explode.

It was like an exploding plague, and it would spread endlessly.

The tiger's head did not shoot anything; it only roared. Its roar would turn into a sound wave and seep into the ground. It would make the ground uneven with sharp spikes, and their enemies' heads would hang on top of those spikes. The land nearby would also crack open—the crack was thick and long, and it would devour all life.

That was the first time since Golden Flash had transformed into a six-winged golden chimera that it had used its full strength. Its reputation was clearly much stronger than Watson's.

Scarlet sat on the back of the Golden Flash's head. She raised her longbow and nocked an arrow. Occasionally, she would shoot the soldiers to drive them back.

Scarlet's face was pale when she did that. Her eyes were filled with pity as she resisted the urge to vomit.

She was only an 11-year-old girl. That was the first time she had seen the devastation of a battlefield. She had planned to flaunt the silver-tier longbow in her hand to chase the bad guys away. After that, she only wanted to reduce the number of people who died there.

"Everyone, put down your weapons now! I can spare your lives."

The situation had tilted when the Golden Flash joined the battle. Watson wiped the bloodstains on his black shirt as he said that.

Blood streamed down the black shirt and fused into the cloth to turn the shirt into a thick set of armor. There were ferocious barbs on it; no one had dared to touch it.

The armor was a gold-tier armor that Watson had previously fused—it was the armor of an ancient knight. It had an independent skill, which was to summon an ancient knight's heroic spirit. It could also absorb power to summon a gold-tier soul. It had managed to absorb the enemy's flesh, and blood from the attacks, and the armor was so eager to give it a try that one could feel its faint desire.

Watson did not control it; he released the ancient knights' heroic spirit.

Behind him, the air cracked a hole that was several meters wide to connect to another world. The aura of death blew like the wind. The ghost, which was several meters tall and covered in illusory armor, swung the heavy sword in its hand that was several meters long and smashed it down.

A gully that stretched dozens of meters appeared, and the men in its path were split into two.

"Ancient knight's heroic spirit, obey the call and sacrifice yourself! My honorable master, you are blessed in the name of the God of War, and you will be invincible."

He was still muttering after the ghost appeared.

Watson judged that the ghosts could only last for ten minutes.

That meant Blackmoon Castle would have three gold-tier warriors for ten minutes, and that included him. It was a luxury to have such strength for a battle. More than 3,000 soldiers had rushed into the castle, but there were only 1,000 men left.

Watson teleported and used a long sword formed from the light to pierce through a soldier's chest. He wiped the blood on his face and shouted, "I repeat, everyone, put down your weapons!"

If he could, he would not want to kill anyone. He had lived in a fair society in his previous life. At that moment, when he looked at the dead bodies on the ground, the smell of blood in the air made his stomach churn. However, he had to protect his family, so he had no choice but to bear it.

"I surrender. Let me go."

"The attack was organized by Master Wilber and the other manor owners. I was forced to join."

When they heard Watson's voice, some of the men felt their legs go weak. They knelt on the ground and cast the weapons in their hands away.

Someone had taken the lead, and the rest looked at each other. Their faces were pale as they knelt on the ground, one after another.

More than a thousand people had knelt on the ground. A golden light circled the sky; it cast a huge mottled shadow on the ground. The ancient knights held heavy swords in their hands; they guarded Watson's back like a statue, and it made him look like the emperor of an ancient kingdom.

The people who had rushed into Blackmoon Castle had surrendered, and the sounds of fighting outside had gradually weakened.

Thirty Blackmoon Knights came back under Vincent's lead. Each of them was stained with blood that could not be dissolved, but there was pride in their eyes. Except for Vincent, the others knelt in front of Watson.

"Young Master, please give us further orders."

The 30 men were in a neat formation. Even though there were sword wounds on their faces and they were panting heavily, not a single one of them had died.

Once upon a time, they were only ordinary cultivators. However, under Watson's guidance, they had managed to improve their strength many times fold than before. They could fight against 100 people by themselves. It was a battle of blood and fire, and everyone had improved.

They were the strength that protected Blackmoon Castle; they were the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry that symbolized glory. They had wiped out all of their enemies in front of them.

The allied troops had more casualties than they could ever imagine—they had only 500 men left. However, most of them were iron-tier warriors, and they were well-equipped. Many of them were elite teams organized by the manor owners; that was why they were able to fight the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry for so long.

The battle had ended. The allied troops had suffered a great defeat, and they had sacrificed more than 3,000 lives. As for the Blackmoon Castle—they had suffered no casualties!

Everyone was eager for the battle to end, but some people did not want it to end so soon.

A mysterious chant came from outside the manors.

"Great Sea God, you are the incarnation of the water element that flows endlessly! I am Fulson, your humble servant, and I am here to offer my faith to you. Please lower your divine power and turn into a silver snake that can destroy the world!"

"Gold-tier spell—Silver Serpent on the Raging Sea!"

The person who chanted was Folson. He hovered in the air with a blue magic staff in his hand as a golden scroll hung in front of him. The twisted triangular characters on it floated outward and twisted together before it turned into a silver snake.

The air became sticky. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rolled. Illusory waves appeared on the ground within a few kilometers; it was as if the ocean had descended. A huge python filled with an ancient aura swam in the sea. It brought white waves with it, and the huge waves were more than ten meters high as they rushed toward the Blackmoon Castle.

The 500 allied troops stood outside Blackmoon Castle. They were at a loss when they saw the snake before the sea swallowed them.

Their flesh and blood had fed the waves, and the illusory sea became more real. The huge python's eyes flashed blood-red; it was filled with indifference that seemed to look down on everything.

When he saw the waves churned beneath his feet, Folson held his magic staff and grabbed the scroll. Then, he descended from the sky and stood in front of the dumbfounded Wilber.

"Master Wilber, this ancient magic is recorded on a golden scroll that I accidentally obtained! It's also top-tier among other gold-tier magic. Unfortunately, it's only half of it. It requires a large amount of flesh and blood to use the combined attack magic, but only barely. I'm good at making decisions, and I've decided to use those 500 men who had lost their ability to fight as sacrifices for the sea. You won't mind, right?"

It did not matter what other people thought; he would still push for the war to move forward because he wanted his bounty.

Folson's voice was cold. It was as if the people he used as sacrifices were not living people at all but a bunch of lowly ants.

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Chapter 72: A Crisis

"Master Wilber, is my question so difficult to understand? Why aren't you saying anything?

Folson fixed his eyes on Wilber as he asked in puzzlement.

'You want me to say something, but what can I say?'

Wilber was so angry that his mouth was crooked. Folson had sacrificed those people including the 100 elite members that he and the other manor owners had jointly found. All of them were iron-tier warriors with warhorses and a complete set of iron-tier armor each.

In the blink of an eye, all of them were gone.

Those 500 men had been devoured. The ocean that Folson had summoned did not even stimulate a single wave. One could see the armor and weapons as they floated on the ocean surface. They seemed to have been eroded as well, with blue cracks on them.

The money that Wilber had invested in that army was worth at least thousands of gold coins, but it had been wasted just like that.

He had heard of powerful mages who would capture vagrants or people without statuses to research magic. However, that was the first time he had seen them use men like guinea pigs for experiments.

He was not the only one. The other manor owners were also very dissatisfied with Folson.

Wilber was not the only person who worked hard on their troops; the manor owners put in the same effort. Other than them, Nightingale, who stopped peeling the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, also looked at Folson with killing intent.

As a Shadow Guard, her hands were also stained with the blood of others, but all those people were evil. Folson was different—he had killed 500 men just to break into Blackmoon Castle.

"Now is not the time to think about these things, and it is not a good time to blame me! But, if you were to lose this battle, have you ever thought about what would happen to you?"

It was as if he had sensed the dissatisfaction of those manor owners, so Folsen explained with a smile, "It's just like how you broke into Blackmoon Castle, and you won't let go of the castle's master. That same master would never let you off either, including me! Therefore, we are now in the same boat. You should not blame me, but thank me instead."

Everyone's expression changed when they heard that. They knew what Folson said had made sense.

Folson had sacrificed 500 men. If they could defeat Blackmoon Castle, they would still make a profit. If they failed, not only would their subordinates be captured, their assets would also be confiscated, and even their lives would be lost.

Even though they understood, their hearts still ached.

"Folson is right. We have no way out now," Zangwill said with a fierce look on his face; Folson was his old friend.

Wilber took a deep breath as he seemed to have made up his mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Elder Folson, you did the right thing. But, of course, I wasn't thinking straight. We are at war, so any action is done for the final victory. It's a small price for more rewards—I can accept that. However, are you sure that this magic can destroy Blackmoon Castle in one fell swoop?"

The ocean that Folson had released and the silver snake that in destructive waves were very powerful. However, Blackmoon Castle also had a gold-tier magical beast and warriors. The outcome was still uncertain.

"Master Wilber, you should know that a mage of the same level is equivalent to ten gold-tier warriors! With my current magical power, I can release another silver snake on the surface of that violent sea. The price is to sacrifice those 1,000 men who had surrendered to Blackmoon Castle. Even a gold-tier warrior would not be able to withstand the bombardment of two spells of the same level, not to mention that Blackmoon Castle can't have too many gold-tier warriors—"

Folson did not finish his words, but everyone understood what he meant and shivered.

It was a large castle, and those warriors must have families. Those powerless people would be swallowed in an instant in the face of such a terrifying sea. If Watson wanted to protect his family, he might get hurt too. If he did not do anything, then he would be the alone one in his command.

Then, Folson asked, "Do you have any other opinions?" No one answered him.

"Elder Folson, I have something to say."

Nindy stood up from where she sat with the mages. Her face was pale. Indix was next to her, and she tried to pull her down, but she would have none of it.

"Elder Folson, I forgot to tell you. I am a member of the Garry family. My family built Blackmoon Castle! I implore you to recall your magic and end this battle. I am willing to pay for that."

Nindy's eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. She did not expect an elder from the Mage Guild would be such a cold person.

She was worried about the fate of Blackmoon Castle. At that moment, she had no hesitation. She had to stand up for the sake of her family.

"Nindy, are you crazy? Sit down. You can't talk about such things."

Indix gave Nindy a crazy look. Even if Nindy were from Blackmoon Castle, it would be useless to say it then. Instead, she would put herself in danger. Unfortunately, Nindy had ignored her hint.

"Elder Folson, as long as you are willing to recall your magic, I am willing to be your servant! I heard that there are Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs in Blackmoon Castle. I will persuade my family to give you 100, no, 1000—"

Nindy looked at Fulson; she almost begged him.

"Nindy? Nindy Garry!"

Folson murmured, "I can't believe that the mages I randomly picked from the Mage Guild would have a relationship with Blackmoon Castle. Two mages in a family is really a blessing from the gods! If it weren't for me, this place would very likely become a famous nobleman's house at the border. What a pity!"

Folson turned around to look at Wilber. "Master Wilber, Miss Nindy has promised to give me 1000 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. What do you think?"

"Elder Folson, if we can defeat the Blackmoon Castle, I promise to give you 2000 eggs and 2000 gold coins!"

Wilber could only grit his teeth and agree when Folson raised his fee.

"Unfortunately, the manor owners' offer is more attractive to me. Men, keep an eye on Nindy!" Folson flicked the dust off his body and stretched his hand. The three male mages immediately stepped forward and pressed Nindy to the ground. Then they bound her with ropes.

Nindy's pale face brushed against the ground, and tears streamed down her face. The male mage whispered in her ear, "Nindy, don't talk nonsense for now. We'll help you plead for mercy later." Unfortunately, she could no longer hear him.

..

At the Blackmoon Castle.

"It's over; we're finished."

"The manor owners had allied with the mages to attack us. They've already abandoned us!"

The 1000 soldiers who had surrendered knelt on the ground in the castle as they looked at the enormous waves. They were terrified, and they had lost the courage to escape. They had seen how their 500 colleagues had been devoured by magic, and it looked like they were about to meet the same fate.

In the castle, Edward and Catherine held each other's hands. They stood at the highest level with pale faces as they looked down at the crashing waves.

"Perhaps the Blackmoon Castle will be destroyed today. My dear, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. Well, I'm just lying to myself, but we can't become a burden to Watson! He was the reason we are living a good life. I never thought that I could live in such a big castle. The gods will bestow blessings on us, and they will also receive rewards. So no matter what the outcome is, I won't complain. Really, I don't have anything to complain about."

As Catherine spoke, she closed her eyes and held Edward's shoulders tightly.

Behind them, Wendy clenched her teeth as she looked at her masters, who had spoken so dejectedly. Then, she calmed down. She did not blame Watson for what had happened. Her time in Blackmoon Castle were the happiest moments in her life, and she believed that Young Master Watson would solve their problem.

Outside the Blackmoon Castle.

The Golden Light in the sky spun anxiously. The 30 men in the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry looked sorrowful; they felt helpless. They blocked Watson's path; they hoped that they could use their body to protect their young master for a moment longer.

However, in the next second, the waves had already swept over the silver snakes as if they wanted to devour them.

The single moment before they were devoured, they heard a strange sound—it was like a huge roar from a bottomless hole that would swallow everything.

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Chapter 73: Folson In A Panic

One minute ago…

Watson stood on Blackmoon Castle's ground; he watched as the waves engulfed the 500 men. A violent silver snake with an ancient aura rolled inside the waves.

"This is gold-tier magic!" he exclaimed.

Gold-tier magic could cover an area of several kilometers wide, change the weather, and also had the power to destroy the world. A mage of the same level was equivalent to ten warriors. It was not only a saying, especially for those above the gold tier, but the gaps would become even more apparent. After all, the gold tier was the threshold between an elite and a powerful being who could move the mountains and refill the seas.

'No one in the Blackmoon Castle could withstand a spell of this intensity, including me,' Watson thought.

The Blackmoon Iron Cavalry was beside him, and his parents and family were in the castle. They were the ones he had to protect. The only thing he could do was go to the farm and eat more Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. They should have tens of thousands of eggs, and if he were to eat them all, he might be able to activate the complete Phoenix bloodline.

Watson thought about that, but before he could take action, a wave suddenly came forth from his body. The tide came from the chaotic-elemental magic source in his lower abdomen. The source was like a dry well that longed for the arrival of rain, and the object of its desire was the huge wave that was headed straight at him.

The moment the ripple came from the source of magic, Watson had a flash of understanding in his heart. He felt that the source could swallow his opponent's magic.

Watson stood still on the spot as he watched the enormous incoming waves that headed straight for him. He did not use his teleportation skill to rush to the farm. Instead, he reached his hand outward.

At that moment…

"What's going on? Am I dead?" Allen lowered his head and looked at his body. He wiped the sweat off his face. There was only sweat on his face. There was no water element condensed by magic.

Just moments before, he had been swallowed by the silver snake on the surface of the violent sea that Folson had summoned. He thought that he was dead for sure. He had not expected that he would be unharmed.

At the moment of his death, Allen thought about how he had not reached the gold-tier yet. Compared to fear, he felt more regret in his life. All the memories of the past flooded his memories. He thought of the happier times with his family when he was young, and he also recalled the winter twenty years ago. His family had been swallowed by the magical beasts that escaped from the misty forest that bleak winter, and he felt the sadness in his heart.

That was the reason he had vowed to train hard to change his fate. He did not want to be like his parents, who were farmers who could not earn money and could not resist the magical beasts. After that, he joined the Miles Manor, where he climbed the ladder until he was the captain of the guards and met Watson again.

Yes, Young Master Watson.

Allen was a man who appeared stern, but he was a chatterbox. When he was at Miles Manor, he had been pretending to be someone he was not. Ever since he was at Blackmoon Castle, he met his fellow guards who shared the same interests as him, and he saw the dawn of a higher level of strength. So he was grateful and respectful toward Watson.

Watson was the second person who had filled him with fighting spirit. In his heart, the young man's status was no less than his parents. Unfortunately, the young master, who should have had a bright future, was about to die along with him.

"Phew, that was a close call. Luckily, I fused with the source of chaotic-elemental magic two days ago."

At that moment, a familiar young voice echoed from behind him.

"Huh?"

Allen looked around him. Then he realized that the other guards from the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry and Vincent also looked confused. It was as if they did not know what had happened.

Everyone looked at Watson, and they saw a thick gray fog surrounding the young man's body. They could see the shadow of a wave that gradually shrunk in the fog. There was a small silver snake in the wave, and its scarlet eyes swayed constantly. Finally, it collapsed in Watson's body and turned into a flash of lightning.

It was not only them. The 1000 allied troops, who had surrendered to them, were sitting on the ground. Some of them were so scared that their pants were wet. At that moment, they looked like they had survived a disaster.

"What gold-tier magic is this? It looks powerful, but it's only a facade?" One of the allied troops crossed his legs carefully so that no one would see that he had peed himself.

"Yeah, I thought that we were dead, for sure." Another person wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

..

"Elder Folson, can you tell me what's going on? I need an explanation."

They were about 500 meters away from the Blackmoon Castle as Wilber looked at Folson, who was beside him.

The mage said that his gold-tier magic could destroy the world. A gold-tier mage was equivalent to ten warriors of the same level, but that was it.

That was it?

That magic was weak, and Folson had sacrificed 500 innocent men for nothing. If Wilber were not so thoughtful, he would have slapped him then.

Folson was also covered in cold sweat. He muttered with an ugly expression, "This shouldn't have happened. How could it end up like this? Was the magic recorded in the gold-tier scroll flawed, or was it because I only have half of it, so it can only release a magical phantom…"

He watched as the monstrous waves entered Blackmoon Castle before it disappeared like a dream buddle. He did not see it when Watson had swallowed the waves; he thought the magic had dissipated on its own.

Folson turned the incomplete gold-tier magic scroll in his hand over and over again. The scroll recorded the complete magic chant and half of the Magic Operation Path. After he confirmed that there was no problem with it, he gritted his teeth and said, "There is no problem. Perhaps it is because the Magic Operation Path method is not complete, which causes a shorter attack range. After all, the spell had swallowed 500 men. It's not like it's powerless! Everyone, please give me another chance. This time, I will cast it at close range. There is absolutely no problem."

After he said that, he glanced at the side and saw the few mages who had followed him to that mission. He focused his eyes on the tied-up Nindy.

"Take Nindy with you and go to the Blackmoon Castle gate with me."

"Yes, Elder."

They dared not disobey Folson's order, so the mages could only brace themselves and take Ningdi with them. They followed Folson to the gate and prayed that he would not sacrifice them when he released his magic if he did not have enough power.

"Master Wilber, what should we do now?"

As soon as Folson left, there were only about ten manor owners and Nightingale at that location.

"Let's go and take a look."

Wilber gritted his teeth, patted his horse, and followed the mages.

Their manor's elites were all there, and there was no way out. If they were to fail, they would not be able to escape, so they could only rely on Folson. The other manor owners, including Zangwill, followed suit.

Nightingale held the basket in her hand as she continued to peel the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. She put them into her mouth and restored her calm appearance. She used teleportation to stay behind them.

"I can feel the terror of the magic just now; even I could not stop it! Was it because of the incomplete scroll that led to a shorter magic range? Or did Watson do something about it?" Nightingale muttered in a low voice. She felt that Watson had more secrets than she could ever imagine.

"Fortunately, Watson is fine. I was ready to attack Folson just now! Now let me take a good look at Watson; what other trump cards does he have?"

Nightingale knew that Count Sylvan sent her to the border to witness a test. If Blackmoon Castle were to lose its owners that day, it would prove that Watson had no value. He could only gain Sylvan's favor by winning the war. She was not supposed to help either side, but she was pretty short-sighted. She had eaten many Watson's Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, so she wanted him to win.

"Anyway, Count Sylvan only wanted a result. So even if I help Watson, it shouldn't be a big deal! Well, Count Sylvan will forgive me."

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Chapter 74: Are You Done With Your Nonsense?

At the Blackmoon Castle entrance.

"You are the master of Blackmoon Castle?"

Folson stood in the ruins and looked into the castle. His gaze lingered over the 1000 allied troops who had surrendered before it landed on Watson.

"Yes, that's me."

Watson nodded as his sky-blue eyes burned with flames.

The person was in a long robe, and he held a staff and a scroll. Watson recognized her as the mage who had released the gold-tier spell. If it were not for the source of chaotic-elemental magic that he had fused, which could absorb another magic, Blackmoon Castle would have been destroyed.

"Look at who this is?"

Folson waved his hand, and a few male mages behind him immediately stepped forward and pushed the tied-up Nindy to the front.

"She is—"

Watson's pupils constricted. He felt as if the girl was familiar. It was as if he had seen her somewhere.

"Nindy! Are you Nindy?"

At that moment, Vincent, who stood nearby, walked forward in excitement as he looked at the girl in front of him carefully. After a moment, Vincent seemed to have confirmed something, and his lips began to tremble. "I must be dreaming. Nindy, why are you with these people?"

Nindy had left home a few years ago for her studies; she wanted to become a powerful mage. Unfortunately, the Garry family did not receive any news from her for so many years, and she rarely wrote to her family. Vincent did not know what had happened to her, so he did not expect to see Nindy there. Did she study under Folson?

"Eldest Brother, I joined the Mage Guild in Monte Town a while ago. Elder Folson is a silver-rank mage in the guild! If I had known he had wanted to destroy your castle, I wouldn't have followed him here. I would have tried my best to dissuade him. It's all my fault that this has happened…"

Nindy had tears in her eyes; she felt guilt. She was very excited to see Vincent, of course, but she had so many regrets.

"It's okay. It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back." Vincent continued to shake his head.

"Are you done with your nonsense? Have you forgotten that I'm still here?"

Folson was speechless when he saw Vincent and Nindy flaunted their kinship as if no one else was around. They were at war; could they give him some respect?

"Oh, I almost forgot about you." Vincent turned his head, and his face turned cold again. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to see my second sister."

"Since you've confirmed that Ninsy is from Blackmoon Castle, then everything is easy! I'll give you two choices. First, kneel and surrender right now and throw your weapons away. I'll let Nindy go. Otherwise, be prepared to collect the corpses of your family members. Second, I'll cast a spell again and kill all of you. It's your choice."

Folson placed his blue staff on Nindy's face and sneered. The sharp stone on his staff drew a bloody mark on the girl's snow-white face.

"Stop!"

Vincent's expression changed, but before he could say anything, Nindy shouted, "Eldest Brother, don't believe him! Elder Folson just told those manor owners that he would never let you go. Even if you surrender, they will kill you and me after they reap all the benefits."

"Shut up!" Folson growled as he kicked Nindy.

He brought her there to be a hostage and forced Blackmoon Castle to be afraid. How could he threaten them after what she had said? The people in Blackmoon Castle would probably fight to their death. He had spoken everything in vain. Folson was a little regretful; why was he so careless? He should have gagged the girl.

At that time, the manor owners and Nightingale were also there. They stood behind Folson.

"Master Wilber, it's been a long time since we last met! Blackmoon Castle has no animosity with you, and I used to work in your manor. So why would you treat us like this?" Vincent was sad when he noticed Wilber.

"Why would I treat you like this? You should have predicted this day would come when you rejected your engagement with my daughter. You're standing in our path to wealth, and you're also in the way of the other manor owners. You'll need to die."

Wilder's expression was cold. He turned his head away; he did not dare to look at Vincent. "It's useless to say anything anymore. Elder Folson, do it! I hope that this time, you won't disappoint me."

Folson took a deep breath, raised his staff, and patted the small bag on his waist with his other hand.

With a flash of light, a golden potion appeared in his hand. He pulled the cork out with a pained expression. "This is what I get after working so hard on the missions at the Mage Guild. It's supposed to be a life-saving item, and I didn't expect to use it here!"

"Eldest Brother, you have to be careful." Nindy looked at the thing in Folson's hand; she turned her head and said, "This is a gold-tier potion. It's a berserk potion called the golden demon. It's a treasure that only the guild elders can exchange with points! It can raise a mage's level to gold-tier for a short period, but it can only last for an hour. There is a side effect—they will be weakened for the next few months and will be bed-bound."

"You know quite a lot!" Folson chuckled.

Before Folson could show off the powerful potion in his hand, Nindy had taken the words from his lips. However, he did not mind it. He drank the potion. "Even if you know about this potion, there is no way to stop it."

Folson's level was not high enough, so he had released a gold-tier spell with the blood sacrifice of 500 men. If he became a gold-tier mage, then he could cast a spell on his own.

"You should also be careful of his staff—the heart of the ocean. It is a silver-tier weapon. It has a 50 percent increase in the effectiveness of water element spells! His best spell is a silver-tier mine cannonball. He can summon a hundred of them at the same time. Each mine has an explosion range of five meters. Also, the backpack on his waist is a silver-tier spatial storage magic tool. Its Inside is—"

Nindy looked at Folson as she spoke.

"Shut up!"

Folson could not stand it anymore. He tolerated Nindy's introduction for the potion's effects, but he could not stand it when she exposed his background. He immediately growled, "Cover her mouth."

The male mages went to cover the girl's mouth, but Nindy bit them hard. She broke free and twisted her body backward as she shouted, "Listen to me! There are ten bronze scrolls and more than 20 iron-tier scrolls in his bag. They are all one-time spells. Apart from that, there are also a few bottles of recovery potions. This is not a secret in the Mage Guild. You have to be on guard!"

"Enough, you're all a bunch of trash! Take her and keep her far away from here! You have no sense of judgment. Who told you to bring her here? A bunch of good-for-nothings. They are all good-for-nothings!"

Folson's chest rose and fell violently. He was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

'Weren't you the one who wanted Nindy here?'

The other mages did not dare to speak their mind when they realized that Folson was furious. They could only drag Nindy away obediently.

"No one can disturb me now. Blackmoon Castle, since you want to resist so stubbornly, then die!"

Folson touched his chest to calm his anger before he began to chant.

"Great Sea God, you are the incarnation of the water element! I am Folson, your humble servant, and I offer my faith to you. I hope that you can lower your divine power and turn into a silver snake that can destroy the world!"

"Gold-tier spell—Silver Serpent on the Raging Sea!"

The violent sea appeared with a giant silver snake and swept toward Blackmoon Castle. However, Watson had walked forward before the whole spell was formed. Then, he waved his hand and absorbed the violent sea. They did not even see a single wave.

"Are you done with your nonsense?"

Watson scratched his ears and felt the surging power in the source of magic. "If you're done with your nonsense, then you can die."

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Chapter 75: Admit Your Mistake

"How could this be?" Folson was stunned.

The manor owners behind him twitched, and their expressions darkened.

They had followed Folson because he had made a solemn vow. However, it seemed like his so-called gold-tier magic was not powerful at all. They did not even see a single ripple on Watson's body.

"Elder Folson…" Wilber held back his anger as he opened his mouth. He did not know what to say.

If Zangwill had not invited Folson, he would have thought that Folson was a spy on Watson's side and was there to mess with him.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Folson let out a strange cry. He opened his arms and chanted with blood-red eyes, "Great water element, listen to my call and become an indestructible cannonball! Silver-tier spell—Mine Cannonball."

As he chanted, a hundred water balls the size of a human head appeared around Folson's body—silver-white lightning swirled around them. The blue water element and the lightning reflected each other. One could feel the terrifying power contained within it with just one look.

It was like how the fire element could control temperature and cast ice-type spells; the essence of a water element spell was to control water molecules. That included evaporating water into clouds to create lightning. So, therefore, lightning was part of the water element.

At that moment, the veins on Folson's forehead had appeared. It was apparent that he was under a lot of pressure. He had cast two gold-level spells in a day. Even if he drank the gold-tier potion, it would still be hard on his body. The blood in his throat boiled, and it seemed that he would need to spit it out in the next moment.

"Sea mines and cannonballs are firing at the same time. So let's see how you'll dodge them this time!"

Folson pointed at Watson, and the 100 mine cannonballs immediately flew in a beautiful trajectory and attacked Watson from all directions.

The mine cannonballs passed through the air as electric arcs spread out. There was a burning smell; even the earth was charred black as it cracked.

The Blackmoon Iron Cavalry stood beside Watson, including Vincent, and they looked nervous. They took a step forward as they wanted to protect Watson, but the young man stopped them.

"It's okay. I can handle this type of magic."

Watson watched as the water-mine cannonballs came straight at him. He stood still and allowed the cannonballs to hit his body. The water balls condensed with thunder and lightning touched his body and burst like an imaginary bubble. They made a pop-pop sound before his body absorbed them completely. Sparks flickered on his body for a moment before it was completely extinguished.

More than 80 water-mine cannonballs landed on Watson's body. The remaining water-mine cannonballs missed their target and hit the ground near him. The soil near him exploded with a loud rumble; it had left a deep pit several meters wide on the ground. It was a demonstration of the power of each water-mine cannonball.

"Wow!"

Folson could not take it anymore. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and almost fell onto the ground.

He finally realized that it was not a problem with his gold-tier spells—they were not powerless. However, Watson had absorbed them completely. It seemed like he could swallow a spell that covered several kilometers radius and contained destructive power. What kind of monster was he?

"Young Man, are you wearing platinum-tier armor?" Folson asked.

"You mean this shirt?"

Watson lowered his head and looked at the shirt on his body. "Well, it's about the same."

He had transformed the shirt into an ancient knight's armor during the battle. After that, the armor had changed back into a shirt. The black and shiny fabric was not damaged even after it was hit with the water-mine cannonballs. It was no wonder Folson was doubtful about it. Unfortunately, the shirt was only gold-tier armor. It could absorb gold-tier spells because of the source of chaotic-elemental magic in his body.

Watson's words were ambiguous because he did not want to reveal his trump card.

'It was really platinum-tier armor!'

Folson thought he had guessed correctly when Watson did not admit or deny it. He took a deep breath.

Platinum-tier equipment was rare in that world. There were very few platinum-tier elites in the kingdom, and the number of platinum-tier equipment was even fewer. One could imagine how precious those items were. So what did it mean when the owner of a small castle at the border had some platinum-tier equipment?

Folson thought about it and broke out in cold sweat.

Blackmoon Castle was much larger than the other manors, and it was guarded by a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken and a gold-tier magical beast. He had not thought about it before, but after he linked everything together, he came to a terrifying conclusion.

Was Blackmoon Castle a secret faction supported by nobles who wanted to expand their influence at the border?

When he thought of that, he felt a little regretful. He had lost his mind because of the manor owners' generosity. If he had known that Watson was from a significant background, he would not have accepted the mission. However, he had no choice; Watson would not let him go. If he did not want to die, then he could only resist.

His right hand pressed on the small bag on his waist. Folson wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and gritted his teeth.

Whoosh!

One could hear the sound of the wind when more than ten magic scrolls flew out from the bag on his waist and burned in the air. Some of them flickered with a bronze luster, while most of them emitted a black iron-like color. Dozens of scrolls covered the air as a long wall of scrolls formed in front of him and Watson.

Watson was not worried at all. His expression did not even change as he walked toward Folson quietly and pushed the bronze-level scroll closest to him casually.

The spell carved on the scroll was a bronze-level water spear. Unfortunately, before the thick and long water spear could form, it broke and turned into basic water elements that Watson absorbed.

That scene made everyone's heart skip a beat. They did not dare to say anything or used their hands to touch the powerful scroll. That was too daring!

In just a few minutes, Watson had managed to push all the scrolls away. Scrolls without magical power were like pieces of cloth that had lost their vitality. They fell to the ground quietly.

At that moment, Watson was already in front of Folson. He was not as tall as the older mage, so he had to look up to the man. However, everyone felt as if it was Watson who was looking down on Folson. The older mage had the same feeling; he felt intense pressure from Watson's eyes before he knelt unwillingly on the ground.

"Do you still want to resist?" Watson's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder that echoed in Folson's ears. It caused his body to tremble.

The increase in magic power brought the gold-tier potion had dissipated quite a bit, so his body had begun to weaken. As time passed, he would become weaker and weaker, and his strongest attacks would not be able to harm Watson. Based on those two points, there was only one thing he could do.

Folson took two steps backward and raised the blue staff in his hand up high, "Do you think this is all my strength? No, you're wrong. I haven't used my true trump card yet. This next move is my trump card. I had not wanted to use it. Since you're forcing my hand, then let's all die together!"

Watson's expression changed when he saw Folson laughed maniacally toward the sky. He cautiously took two steps backward.

Finally, Folsen took two scrolls from his bag and stuck them on his body. Then, he used the sky-blue magic wings on his back to make a hasty retreat from the Blackmoon Castle.

That was his so-called ultimate move. Did that not mean that he had run away from the fight?

Watson was stunned; the others were also speechless.

It turned out that Folson was only bluffing; he had no trump cards at all.

"You still want to run? Where can you run to?"

Watson shook his head helplessly and waved at the sky. The Golden Flash, who had been circling the sky, immediately turned into a golden ray of light and caught up with Folson. With a gentle wave of his claws, the beast slammed the mage into the ground.

His claws, which were bigger than a human, pressed down on Folson. The Golden Flash's three heads got close to Folson and drooled on him. Folson was so scared that he shouted in a panic, "Don't! Don't come close to me. I still have a trump card. I really do have a trump card—"

Roar!

Golden Flash roared softly; Folson felt as if he had been hit by the storm. His hair was messy, and his screams became more tragic. "I was wrong. I don't have any ultimate move. I'm lying. Please don't eat me! I apologize. I shouldn't have attacked Blackmoon Castle. Please let me go. As long as you let me go, I'm willing to do anything."

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Chapter 76: Evil Must Be Killed

How could a person be so shameless?

The Watson and the other manor owners were so angry that their eyes turned black when they saw Folson begged for mercy.

Who on earth did they invite to the battle? Where was his dignity as a silver-tier mage and his backbone as a human?

"Master Wilber, what should we do now?" A fat manor owner, who stood beside Wilber, asked him in a low voice; he looked panicked.

They had lost. Folson had been captured, and most of their men had died. Some had surrendered, but they had nothing. They were not enough to fill the gaps between the Golden Flash's teeth.

"What else can we do?"

Wilber gritted his teeth; he looked a little dejected. He turned his head to look at Nightingale, who stood beside him. The girl had watched the show unfold as she enjoyed her Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. "Miss Nightingale, please help us! You don't have to attack Blackmoon Castle; I understand that it is not realistic. But, perhaps you can help us leave this place. I'm willing to give you half of the manor's assets."

Even if Nightingale was willing to attack Blackmoon Castle, Wilber did not think they would win. After all, Nightingale was only a gold-tier warrior. Blackmoon Castle had two gold-tier warriors—Watson and Golden Flash—and Watson had a white-gold armor.

"Half of the manor's assets? I'll think about it."

Nightingale put the peeled egg into her mouth and gently touched her lips with her fingers; she appeared hesitant.

"Miss Nightingale, this is a request from the Wilber Liszt family. If you agree, you'll be in our family's good graces!" Wilber said through gritted teeth.

If Nightingale could send him back to the manor, he would take Monica and the rest of his assets and leave the border. Once he left the border, he could settle anywhere in the kingdom. It was a huge kingdom, and Watson would have a lot of trouble finding him.

"This is also our request." The other manor owners understood Wilber's meaning; they bowed their heads at the same time.

Even though it was difficult for them to accept the loss of half of their assets, they want to keep their lives.

"It is a good offer, but I don't want to agree to it."

Nightingale glanced at the owners; her eyes flashed with deep disdain and contempt as she spoke so seriously.

"Why?" Wilber was anxious.

"Because I don't like you. Is this reason enough?"

As a Shadow Guard, Nightingale had killed many bad men. She had seen the young girls who were humiliated to their deaths in those noblemen's houses. She had also seen them treat their slaves like animals and refugees who were starved to their death.

Wealth bred evil and power inflated men; some noblemen could not be called human.

Even though those manor owners in front of them were not that bad, they had joined forces for their own selfish desires. They wanted to destroy their eyesore—Blackmoon Castle. It was obvious that they were not good people. Nightingale looked down on them from the bottom of her heart.

What kind of reason was that?

Wilber and the other manor owners looked at each other and saw the anger in each other's eyes. Wilber lowered his voice, and he looked cold as he said, "Miss Nightingale, you are a guard sent by the border count to help us, is it really a good idea for you to be so willful? Aren't you afraid that the count would punish you if he heard about what had happened?"

"I know what you're thinking, but you don't have the right to use Count Sylvan to pressure me." Nightingale's expression was calm. "It seems like you wanted a rational reason, but it is very simple! If I help you, I can only get half of everyone's assets. On the contrary, if I don't help you but support Watson instead, I can get all of your assets."

The manor owners' expression on their faces darkened.

"No, no, no, Miss Nightingale. Even if you do help me, you can't get all of their assets! At most, 20 percent. That's the limit."

At that moment, Watson walked toward Nightingale and waved his hand repeatedly.

Nightingale did not do anything. She only ate some Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs and sat at the sideline, and yet, she wanted so many benefits. She must be dreaming!

"Why does it matter? But, Watson, you're too stingy!" Nightingale puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction. "At least 80 percent. Otherwise, I'll send these people away, and you'll get nothing. Also, you should understand that I'm not taking their assets for myself but to offer them to the border count."

Since the battle had attracted Count Sylvan's attention, he would expect some benefits from the battle.

"Only 30 percent, and no more."

"At least 75 percent."

"Well, 40 percent!"

Watson's expression became serious. "That is my bottom line. If Miss Nightingale disagrees, then please take the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs and return to the Fairy Castle! From now on, we are even. You are no longer our honored guest at Blackmoon Castle, and I will no longer accept the border count's invitation."

"Alright, 40 percent then." Nightingale gritted her teeth and said, "Watson, you're really an idiot." Then, she casually pulled the nearest farmer off his horse. "I've helped you with your work. You have nothing more to say this time, right?"

Nightingale's words came from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to help Watson and gave the assets to Count Sylvan for that reason.

What would Watson do with those manor owners' assets? Blackmoon Castle was not very powerful at that moment. If he got more assets, it would only attract other people's envious eyes. Count Sylvane would be wary of him, so he might as well give the count those assets in exchange for this protection and favor.

On the one hand, he had the assets that he could not control, and on the other hand, he would have the protection of a mighty one. How would one choose? She believed that Watson was a smart person, so of course, he would know.

When he saw Nightingale's expression, Watson could already guess her thoughts. However, he had other things to consider as well.

The border count had given the battle his tacit approval. He called it a test, and he even wanted benefits after he got Watson into trouble. What was so good about it? It had nothing to do with whether he was wise or not. It was about principles, and Watson could not treat the border count as an enemy like the other manor owners. He also had no intention to curry any favor with them.

He understood the border count's thoughts. Lord Sylvan must have wanted to test Blackmoon Castle's strength when he learned that the other manor owners wanted to go against them. That was the count's perspective, but Watson did not like it. He truly disliked it.

It was a lofty attitude, and he would crush it eventually. He would collect that debt soon.

Furthermore, Nightingale had missed the point. He had the fusion magic, so the benefits of those additional assets were far greater than to leave them to the count. Strength, resources, talents—Watson knew he needed those things, especially after the latest battle.

"Men, arrest Folson and these manor owners." Watson waved his hand; he had made up his mind.

Some of the Blackmoon Iron Cavalrymen nodded respectfully. Then, they went to the manor owners and tied them up. Then, Vincent led the rest of the men back, and they brought the mages and Nindy with them.

"Young Master Watson, may I know what we should do with these people?" Allen, leader of the Blackmoon knights, asked as he walked toward Watson.

He was very dissatisfied with those manor owners; he wished that he could beat them up. He almost died because of them, but Watson did not give him a direct order, so he could not act rashly. The world's rules prevented them from killing their captives. Their role was to exchange their lives for benefits; he believed that Watson would let those people go after they gave him their assets.

What a pity!

Watson did not know what was in Allen's mind; he waved his hand with a cold expression.

"Tie them up so that they can't struggle. Then, take them outside and kill them! Blackmoon Castle has a principle, and that is to kill our enemies' leaders. They had initiated this battle, so let them pay the price for their actions."

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Chapter 77: Deterrence At The Border

"Young Master Watson, are you serious?!" Allen had a strange look on his face.

Even if he hated those farmers, he thought that Watson would let them go after obtaining their assets. He did not think that Watson would order them to be killed. After all, Watson was still a child.

"Watson, please don't mind me for meddling in your business, but killing these people will cause more chaos," Vincent, who had brought Nindy back with him, said worriedly.

"That's right, Watson." Nindy rubbed her arm, which had become sore from the ropes that bound. She glanced around with a conflicted look in her eyes. "Forget about these manor owners. Folson is an elder of the Mage Guild in Monte Town. They will not let him go easily! Plus, they have already lost their power. So let their people pay their ransom and forget about this matter."

Nindy had agreed with Watson's decision discreetly. She also felt that those people deserved to die. However, she understood the world's rules, and sometimes they would have to compromise with reality.

"Do you all think so too?"

When he heard his brother and sister's suggestions, Watson did not express his opinion. Instead, he turned to look at the Blackmoon Knights, including Allen.

"We shall do as you say, Young Master Watson. We do not have the right to judge this matter. You are the favored son of heaven, a rare genius that the kingdom had seen in a few hundred years. My admiration for you is like a torrential river that never ends. Therefore, in my opinion, you are always right…"

Allen babbled on and on and attracted the other men's disdain.

That guy was too good at flattery!

Watson looked past Allen as if the man had farted. Then, he looked at the vice-captain—Liszt.

"I will obey your orders, Young Master Watson." Liszt knelt on the ground; he did not say anything else.

He was the exact opposite of Allen, who appeared serious on the surface, but he was actually a sultry man with a rich heart. Liszt looked gentle and refined, but he usually did not say much.

The other Blackmoon Knights followed his lead; they knelt in front of Watson. The earth trembled as the armor on their knees hit the ground.

"We will obey Young Master Watson's orders."

"Very good."

Watson nodded. He realized that his effort to nurture those people did not go to waste; they looked like an army.

"Well, as I've said earlier, take these people out and kill them! You may think that my decision is cruel and irrational, but you can't rely on compromises if you want to survive in this world. The enemy attacked us first, so do we compromise with them and let them go? Then, the next time, they will bring more people. And should we compromise again? If we do it once, then there will be a second time, and one day, we will not be able to compromise anymore…"

Watson spoke with confidence and courage. He did not look like a child but more like a king who gave a speech before the war.

His men looked at him and subconsciously ignored his age. At that moment, they felt Watson's charisma as their leader.

At the same time, they thought about Watson's words.

The young man was right. If Wilber and the others did so many evil deeds, and their punishment was only some of their assets, other parties would think that Blackmoon Castle was merciful but weak. More people might get the same idea and attack them next. So they had to kill all their intruders and let their blood flow like a river so that other people would be afraid of them and not act so rashly.

However, since ancient times, the rule of war had always been to exchange captives for assets. Thus, Watson's actions would probably bring a brutal reputation, especially since he was only a child. Furthermore, it would affect his future development.

"I can guess your thoughts, but why should we care about other people's opinions? Perhaps we needed to do that if we're weak. But when we're strong enough, our Blackmoon Knights will leave footsteps all over the world, and they will tremble under our gazes. Those who have wronged us will have to beg for our forgiveness. We will spare those who submit to us and kill those who disobey us."

Watson's blue eyes contained the sea, and at that moment, they also contained the sky.

"I have a wish, a great wish! I want Blackmoon Castle to be the number one faction at the border so that the people in my territory will never go hungry. I want to wipe out all things evil so that this land will not be abused and there will be no war. I also want to become a king here, as well as the king of the world."

"Veni, Vidi, Vici!"

That was something that Watson had liked very much in his previous life. Emperor Caesar had once said that, which could be translated to as I came, I saw, I conquered.

"Veni, Vidi, Vici!" Allen chewed on those words as he shouted. His face had a strange glow.

"Veni, Vidi, Vici!"

Liszt shouted with him. Then, the other Blackmoon Knights raised their fists and placed them on their chests. Their voices had been relatively low when they shouted the slogan before it finally converged into a loud noise that shook a hundred meters.

Vincent also muttered those words in his heart; he felt an oppressive air that transcended everything. 'If Watson was born into the royal family, he would definitely become the emperor! No other prince or princess would be able to compete with him. I'm sure of it.'

No, even if Watson was not a royal family member, he would still be king. He was his own king, and he was also the king of his territory and everything that he could see.

'My little brother always likes to do things that are out of my expectations. He even dares to say things like becoming the king of the world! If His Majesty were to hear this, he would be beheaded at least ten times or more. However, it doesn't feel bad.' Vincent shrugged before he sighed.

He did not intend to dissuade Watson anymore. On the contrary, he was proud to have such a little brother.

Nindy was dumbfounded. She had not returned home for a long time, and she still thought of Watson as that runny-nosed kid.

When she saw Watson, she had the urge to kneel and worship him. That was the same feeling as when she went to the Royal City a few years ago and saw the King when he made his speech on the stage.

The Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg in Nightingale's hand fell to the ground. She did not care about it; she stared at Watson in a daze, but there was no disdain in her eyes. She did not think that Watson was overestimating himself. However, there was regret.

She regretted that she did not fight in the battle. She also lamented that she did not send a message to the border count to cancel the test and help Blackmoon Castle defend against the invasion.

Those who could say such words—Veni, Vidi, Vici—would definitely not be weaker than the border count in the future, especially since Watson was already a gold-tier warrior at the age of ten.

"I've said what I needed to say. Get to it."

Watson turned around, and Blackmoon Knights stood up, one after another. Every two knights were responsible for a manor owner. They dragged more than ten men, including Folson, to the castle's collapsed walls.

At that moment, the Blackmoon Knights carried out the orders strictly, and no one questioned them.

The manor owners cried and begged for mercy. "Don't kill me; I'm willing to pay. Is a thousand gold coins enough? Please, I don't want to die yet." Among them, Wilber begged the loudest, "Vincent, save me, Vincent! Have you forgotten that you used to work in my manor? Who took you in when you were at your lowest? You haven't forgotten, have you? Let me go, I'll betroth Monica to you, and I'll give you the manor too…"

Vincent turned his gaze away. He did not say anything, nor did he look at Wilber. He had asked Wilber the same question—why did he attack the castle? Wilber's answer was that anyone who stood in his way would die, and his answer to Wilber was the same.

"I heard your name is Wilber Liszt? What a coincidence; my name is Liszt too."

Liszt was in charge of the execution; he stroked the snow-white blade.

"Young Man, since everyone calls me Liszt, please forgive me—"

Pfft!

Before he could finish his sentence, Liszt's hand moved swiftly with a silver light, and Wilber's head flew.

Liszt shook the blood off his blade and looked up at the sky. "From now on, there's only one Liszt."

After that, the other Blackmoon Knights followed suit.

Folson was the last person to be executed. Before he died, he had shouted, "I'm an elder with the Mage Guild. You have no right to kill me. You have no right—" Then, a sword pierced his chest.

The ground was covered in blood; the metallic smell rose in the air under the bright sunlight.

It was the 10th day of the 9th month of the 221st year of the Holy Dragon Calendar. Some manor owners had joined forces and sent their allied troops to attack Blackmoon Castle. Unfortunately, they died on the same day, and the alliance leader and Folson were beheaded. The news spread across the border like a storm and caused every farmer to feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

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Chapter 78: A Fusion Of Maids

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It had been three days since Blackmoon Castle had defeated the manor's allied troops.

"Young Master Watson, these are the spoils of war sent by Wilber Liszt Manor! They include 1000 iron-tier magical beasts, 100 bronze-tier magical beasts, 150 catties of iron-tier ores, and 10 catties of bronze-tier ores. There are more than 100 servants in the manor, including Wilber's daughter, Monica Hope."

Liszt held a list in his hand as he stood in front of Watson.

He stood in front of the Blackmoon Castle gate that had collapsed into ruins. At that moment, there were more than 1,000 men with their sleeves rolled up and their faces covered in dust as they carried huge dark jade slabs to be repaired.

Those 1,000 men were soldiers from the allied troops who had surrendered a few days ago. They were part of the 5000-men army that had attacked Blackmoon Castle. They had survived the battle and became the castle's slaves. They did not dare to disobey when they saw how the Blackmoon Knights slaughtered the manor owners and Folson.

Other than that, there was another reason why they did not dare to resist the order.

When Liszt spoke, the servants from Wilber Liszt Manor had escorted Monica to Blackmoon Castle. Their hands were bound, and they either had to push the carts with ores or lead the magical beasts. They had looked dejected, especially Monica, who walked in front of the group. She bit her pale lips as she stared at the castle.

That was her second time there, and unlike the last time, she did not wear a fancy hat, nor did she use heavy makeup on her face. She was only in a black gown with a light veil—it was relatively plain. There was a white flower pinned on her chest, a symbol of her sacrifice to her father.

The news of her father's death had reached the manor a day ago. When Monica heard the news, she almost fainted. The servants in the manor were also in a panic and had prepared to escape. However, Watson had sent the Blackmoon Knights, and they immediately dismissed those people's thoughts.

The Blackmoon Knights' warriors were at least at the bronze tier. The manor's allied troops had already taken all the elites from the manor to join the battle. Their prisoners in the dungeon were inclined to join Blackmoon Castle when they heard about the battle's victor. They even volunteered to help control the people in the manor and count their assets.

Each manor had the same story, so Blackmoon Castle had to subdue more than a dozen of those manors before they could do anything else.

Over the past few days, Watson had given orders to empty all the manors and take over their assets, including their people. So, naturally, they had taken the Wilber Liszt Manor first.

Watson waved his hand when he saw the gloomy expression on the Wilber Liszt Manor's people as they walked toward Blackmoon Castle. It was an indication that Liszt should not speak.

After he took a few steps forward, he stopped in front of Monica and bowed elegantly. "Miss Monica, we meet again."

"Watson! You devil! Why? Why did you kill my father?"

Monica was like an angry lion. Her face was pale, and her large almond-shaped eyes burned with flames. If she had not been tied up, she would have rushed toward Watson and bitten him.

"Be careful, Young Master Watson."

Liszt put the list in his hand away to protect Watson carefully.

The chaos attracted the attention of the slaves, the soldiers who had surrendered, as they moved the stones. Most of them only glanced at Monica and shook their heads in pity. They walked forward and took the ore materials from Wilber Liszt Manor's carts, and they also led magical beasts away.

"Hello, Young Master Watson. I'm a bronze-tier guard from Wilber Liszt Manor. My name is Gorman."

A middle-aged man with short hair and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead walked forward from the Wilber Liszt Manor group. He knelt in front of Watson. "These are all the people from Wilber Liszt Manor. Young Master, please count them all! I've long heard of Blackmoon Castle's good name, and I've long wanted to seek refuge here. However, my master drugged my food and threw me into the dungeon before I could leave. He should not have done that, and facts had proven that I was right."

Gorman had played an important role in consolidating assets from the Wilber Liszt Manor. His great name was not unknown at the border. They said that he was good at using water-elemental combat aura to generate lightning, and some even called him the Green Lightning. He was a bronze-tier warrior, but his speed was at the silver tier.

Ptui!

After Gorman finished speaking, someone spat at him.

Monica's personal maid, Capella, who had short, fluffy yellow hair and freckles on her nose, looked at Gorman as if she was looking at a dog.

"Gorman, you're a disgusting man. Master is dead, and we are very sad, especially Lady Monica. How dare you bow to the enemy? Do you think that Blackmoon Castle won't be wary of you after you become their dog? When Master locked you in the dungeon, I proposed to kill you, but he was merciful and did not do it."

"Miss Capella is right."

A few of the maids agreed with the freckled maid.

"We will never bow to Blackmoon Castle."

"We're here to take revenge for Master! We will not retreat until we kill everyone in Blackmoon Castle. We will fight until our last moment, and we will shed our last drop of blood."

Gorman's face darkened when he heard what they said. He was a strong warrior, and he cared for his reputation.

"Are you courting death?" Gorman stood up as his eyes flashed with unconcealed killing intent. He wanted to wring the necks of those maid servants in front of him.

Those maid servants were not afraid at all; they raised their heads proudly as if they were not scared of death. It was as if Gorman's actions were exactly what they had wanted.

"Leave this to me."

Watson stopped Gorman, who was about to make a move and stood in front of the maid servants. He observed them and said, "Wilber and the other manor owners attacked Blackmoon Castle. I was forced to fight back. I can only say that I'm very sorry for their deaths! However, it had nothing to do with you. If you are willing to put down your hatred, then I'm willing to spare your lives."

"You are not only young, but you are arrogant and stupid as well. Sooner or later, you will die. Do you think we will believe your words?"

A few of the maids looked disgusted.

When Blackmoon Castle had taken over the other manors, Watson's saying—I came, I saw, I conquered—was also praised by everyone. Many thought that he was a natural-born emperor; his identity and age could not restrict him. Watson was already a gold-tier warrior at the age of ten, and the establishment of Blackmoon Castle was the best proof anyone needed.

"It's a pity that you made the wrong choice."

Watson sighed as he pointed at the maids in front of him.

Swoosh!

There was a soft sound. The six maids had shouted in front of him. According to the noblemen's standards, each woman was a laundry maid, a kitchen maid, a scullery maid, a dairymaid, a casual maid, and a personal maid.

Other than Capella, the other five women's bodies turned into a ray of light and fused into Capella's body.

Capella's eyes stiffened. She twisted her neck with difficulty and lowered her head toward Watson. "Young Master Watson."

"Very good. Stand at the side." Watson nodded casually.

The fusion magic could fuse everything. Since it could fuse weapons, minerals, and magical beasts, it meant that it could fuse humans as well. The fusion would not only increase the person's abilities, but they would obey their master's every word as well.

"What is this? Magic? Sorcery?"

Monica stared at all of that with her eyes wide open. Her legs trembled when she saw six humans become one. That was too terrifying. The other servants had been acting with righteous indignation, but they were silent at that moment. Even Gorman swallowed his saliva.

Watson and Liszt remained calm, and then there were also the 1000 surrendered soldiers who were hard at work.

Those soldiers looked at Monica and sighed.

"How stupid! She still dares to provoke Young Master Watson? We don't even dare to bother him. He is not only powerful, but he has also mastered terrifying magic."

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Chapter 79: A Huge Harvest

Name: Capella

Position: All-rounded maid

Ability: Combines starch washing, cooking, tailoring, and other skills into one, a perfect maid who can perform any household chores.

Strength: Iron-tier

After Watson fused the maids, the corresponding message appeared within his sight.

He knew that fusion magic could fuse humans. However, he could only fuse with people whose strength was inferior to his. For example, Watson was a gold-tier warrior, so he could only fuse with people ranked below that.

Of course, those who had already been fused would not have the same restriction.

For example, the Golden Flash was a product of fusion. So, it would not matter to Watson if the Golden Flash surpassed his strength and became a platinum-tier monster.

Watson had never used the fusion magic to fuse with his subordinates because it meant that he would forcefully change the fate of others. It was not something he could do. However, those people were different; they were his enemies, and they did not want to surrender. Therefore, he did not feel burdened when he fused them.

"With the fusion system, this world is like a game to me! Unfortunately, with my current strength, I can't fuse with a platinum-tier elite. At the very least, I'll have to wait until I become a diamond-tier warrior…"

Watson muttered to himself and sighed.

If it were not for the system's restriction, he would not have needed to pretend to be polite with the people at the border. Instead, he would have accepted their invitation and then fused them so that they would be his underlings.

"I'll ask you again—do you surrender?" Watson asked the people from Wilber Liszt Manor.

"We surrender."

"You are now our master, Young Master Watson. I only hope that you won't use magic to turn us into puppets."

Those people responded hurriedly and cautiously.

They were not afraid if Watson's magic would destroy them, and that showed their integrity. However, they did not want to be part of Watson's fusion system. When they saw Capella's obedience toward Watson, it was apparent that her thoughts had been twisted to a certain extent. A fate as a puppet was worse than death.

At that moment, they began to see Watson differently. He was no longer a cute child but a devil.

"Miss Monica, what about you?"

She had kept quiet.

"I—" Monica bit her lips as she lowered her head dejectedly. "As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want."

She no longer appeared arrogant and supreme; she knew who was the real master in that situation. The arrogance that she had developed in Wilber Liszt Manor had been suppressed by fear.

"Very good."

Watson nodded and revealed a shy smile that matched his young age.

"Liszt, bring Miss Monica to the castle. She will be a maid in our manor. As for the others, Gorman can join the Blackmoon Knight and receive a set of bronze-tier armor and a liger later. The others can be our workers and help to repair the castle. If they perform well, they can be promoted and receive one gold coin per month."

The people's eyes lit up when they heard that.

Many of them were low-class servants in Wilber Liszt Manor. It was good enough if they could get a few silver coins per month. They did not expect Watson to be so generous with them, and that rekindled their hope for survival.

It seemed like they could accept their fate as a captive in Blackmoon Castle.

"Yes, Young Master Watson," Liszt replied respectfully before he looked at Monica with pity. "Miss Monica, please come with me!"

Then, the group of people followed Listz and entered Blackmoon Castle in an imposing manner.

Throughout the day, the guards brought more assets and people from the other defeated manors. The resources were divided into categories and piled in the castle. As a result, the number of people in the castle had increased from dozens to thousands, and it was very lively.

..

Night fell, and Watson sat in front of his study table in his bedroom. He peeled a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg gently and stuffed it into his mouth. He looked at the list in front of him—it was what Liszt had listed after he accepted all the farm resources.

"First, the Blackmoon Knights. Their number has increased from 30 to 50 men." Watson muttered in a low voice as he chewed the egg and tasted the fragrance in his mouth.

They had managed to find one or two bronze-tier guards from every defeated manor who had wanted to defect to Blackmoon Castle. Previously, they had been imprisoned in the dungeons by their manor owners. Watson was very grateful to those people.

If it were not for their intention to defect, then the strength of the allied troops that attacked Blackmoon Castle would have been increased by several times fold. Therefore, Watson was very thankful for them. He did not test them; he allowed them to join the Blackmoon Knights. He also gave them bronze-tier armor and a liger.

Those armors and magical beasts were part of the assets sent by the various manors.

Some of those defeated manors traded in magical beasts, some traded in ores, and some even traded weapons. They had all kinds of resources.

Blackmoon Castle obtained a total of 12,000 iron-tier magical beasts, 1,000 bronze-tier magical beasts, 1,000 sets of iron-tier armor and long swords, a total of 100 sets of bronze-tier defensive weapons, and more than 100 pieces of jewelry, and 200,000 gold coins. There were also other items like meat and rice noodles, but he did not count those.

It was a huge harvest, so Watson was excited. "I hope that the other manor owners at the border can be like these ignorant people and attack me and give me rice! If we do this a few more times, then our assets will increase by tens or hundreds of times more; we'd be the largest force at the border."

Blackmoon Castle had managed to defeat their opponents comprised of more than a dozen manors—they had proved their strength. The other manors were no fools; they would never send men to test Blackmoon Castle in the short term.

"Master Watson, the hot water is ready. Would you like to take a bath now?"

At that moment, someone pushed the bedroom door open. Wendy, who was in a maid uniform, walked into the room. She was the one who had asked that question.

A yellow-haired maid in a similar uniform stood behind Wendy—it was Capella.

"Young Master Watson, I have prepared a bathrobe and a change of clothes for you. I have also cleaned your dirty clothes and the bathroom. When you take a bath, please allow me to scrub your back."

Capella wrinkled her nose and glanced at Wendy, who had a smug smile on her face.

Hmph…

Wendy's expression looked a little ugly. Ever since Watson took over the other manors, they had about 3,000 workers to help with the castle's repair work and an increased number of maids. There were more than 20 of them, and like Capella, they were all professional maids. Wendy had never been a maid before her position in Blackmoon Castle, so she felt a little intimidated as if her role was impacted by the other maids' presence.

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Chapter 80: A Rewards For A Meritorious Deed

Phew.

"This feels so good!"

Watson was soaking in the bathtub as he enjoyed Capella and Wendy's service.

A waterproof chandelier hung from the ceiling, and it emitted a soft and hazy light. The bathroom was spotless because it had been cleaned, and the floor even reflected that lonely light.

"Young Master Watson, is this okay?"

Capella dabbed the water with a towel gently as she wiped Watson's back before she moved the wet hair that stuck to her face.

Even though Capella looked average, her freckles that symbolized her youth and her rosy cheeks made her look adorable. Furthermore, she was only wrapped in a towel, and her voluptuous body was clearly visible.

"Young Master Watson, the water is a little cold. Do you want me to add some hot water for you?"

Wendy did not want to be outdone. She glanced at Capella's voluptuous body and then looked down at her flat chest, which was also wrapped in a towel, and pursed her lips in disappointment.

"Okay, just do as you wish."

Watson laid against the edge of the bath and rested his head on his arm. There were more than 20 maids in the house, and it was time to choose a head housemaid. He also wanted each of his family members to have a maid each to serve them.

He tentatively decided that the head housemaids would be Wendy and Capella, and those two were also his personal maids.

"Young Master Watson, can you really do as I say? Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Capella's eyes lit up. She grabbed the ribbon wrapped around her waist and pulled it off gently. She took off her bathrobe and pressed her body against Watson's back. Then she rubbed against Watson's back with her breasts. She even applied soap on them so that her movements would be smooth.

Ah.

It was so comfortable that Watson exclaimed in surprise.

He did not expect Capella would be so bold to do such a thing. Young Watson immediately reacted.

"Young Master, are you not feeling well?" Capella moved closer to Watson's ear and blew on it gently. "This is how I usually bathe Miss Monica. If you are not satisfied, then I can change to another position."

"No, this is fine."

Watson shook his head with a reddened face and moved his burning face into his arms.

That was the legendary service known as the Ripple Push, Watson shouted in his mind. Did Capella really use that method to help Monica with her bath?

Was Monica the legendary yuri? When he thought about how the two women would have hugged and rubbed against each other repeatedly in the bathtub, he felt a warm sensation in his nose. That scene was too beautiful for him to ponder!

He had transmigrated to that world for almost half a year. He had never thought that he would receive such treatment. However, his body was still a child, and he was the nominal owner of Blackmoon Castle. He could not lose his reputation.

'Why did I have to transmigrate as the youngest man in this family? If I had transmigrated to be the same age as my eldest brother, then I could have taken care of these two maids.' Watson complained as he suppressed his impulses.

He had not hit puberty, so for the sake of the future, he did not plan to lose his virginity so soon.

"Wendy, do you want to join in the fun?" As he enjoyed himself, Watson waved at Wendy, who was stunned.

"Young master, I… I'll pass. I'll go boil some more water."

Wendy got up shyly and ran out of the bathroom in a flash. She leaned against the door outside the bathroom as her fingers clutched the towel tightly; she panted intensely. "How can I do such a shameful thing? Young Master, you're bullying me."

..

Watson enjoyed Capella's service for an hour before he continued with his bath. When he was done, he changed into a white robe before he told Capella to assemble all the maids in the house.

Allen, Liszt, and the other Blackmoon Knights were also there with him.

"Allen, Liszt, William, step forward! The three of you killed the most enemies in that battle, so I will fulfill my promise. You have the right to choose one of the manors that we seized. And except for Wendy and Capella, you are free to choose any of these maids to be your personal maid."

Watson smiled at the three of them.

He had made a promise during the battle with the allied forces of the manors. Those who killed the most enemies would be rewarded with a manor. Allen had killed the most enemies; he had killed more than 300 men. Liszt also killed more than 300 people, but still less than Allen, while William killed about 100 enemies. They were very impressive!

Allen looked solemn, and the corners of his lips revealed the anticipation in his heart.

He had remembered every word that Watson had said, and he had been waiting for the young master's announcement. He had finally gotten it.

Liszt said, "Thank you, Young Master Watson." Then, he stepped forward as well. He might have looked calm, but the muscles of cheeks twitched slightly, a subtle motion that indicated differently. He had been living in a small house with his parents, and he never thought that he would become a silver-tier warrior, let alone own a manor of his own. He could bring his parents with him and not bother Young Master Watson any longer.

William was the most excited one among the three of them. He was a burly man and as big as a giant bear. His tanned face was full of facial hair, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

When they had their first round of tests in Blackmoon Castle, he was the first one to apply for it. However, he had failed both tests, but Watson still accepted him. He had the highest attack power among the bronze-tier warriors during the battle, and he had risked his life to kill the enemy. So he deserved to get rewarded.

He had not dared to think about his own manor, but he would get one that belonged to himself. He would be a manor owner.

The other knights, including those who had just joined, looked at them with envy. They clenched their fists as they made up their minds. If a similar battle were to happen in the future, they would definitely perform well and strive to stand out among the knights. They knew that Watson would reward them handsomely.

"We've seized many manors. The first one is the Wilber Liszt Manor. It covers an area of 5,000 square meters and has a farm and a courtyard with a fountain. It has about 100 rooms, which makes it the largest manor on the list. The second one is Zangwill Manor. Even though it is not as big as the previous one, it has a better environment. It has a polo field…"

Watson told him the information he had read in his bedroom; he listed all the strengths and weaknesses of each manor.

"Young Master Watson, I will choose Zangwill Manor." As the one who had killed the most enemies, Allen was the first to make a choice.

Everyone was puzzled; they did not understand why he did not choose the biggest Wilber Liszt Manor.

Allen scratched his head as he explained, "My parents died more than ten years ago, and I don't have any other relatives in my family. It's not enjoyable for me to live in such a big manor. It'll give me a headache to keep it clean. Therefore, I prefer a manor with a good environment."

Watson nodded in agreement. "I shall fulfill your request. From now on, Zangwill Manor is yours; it will be renamed the Allen Manor! In addition to that, you can also choose one of the maids."

Allen swept his gaze past Watson. There were more than 20 maids who were so nervous that they were pinching the corners of their clothes. He pointed at a pretty girl with curly chestnut hair and looked about 20 years old. "I'll take her."

Allen was very excited when he had chosen, and the maid was excited as well. She would soon live in a huge manor. If she put in more effort and had sex with Allen, she would be the mistress of the manor. Then, she would also become an official member of Blackmoon Castle.

If they had to choose between a role as the mistress of the manor, or a maid under someone else's command, it was easy to tell which they would want.

The other maids, who had not been chosen, were not discouraged either. Instead, they puffed their chests and waited for the next round of selection. They still had two more chances.

In the tense and exciting atmosphere, Liszt and William made their choices, one after another. Liszt chose a maid who looked honest and capable and the Wilber Liszt Manor, and William chose a manor with its own training ground and a petite maid in her prime.

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Chapter 81: The Recruitment of Mages

Watson's reward ceremony ended very quickly. Then, the three handmaidens were sent to Allen and the other two to sign the master-servant contract.

In addition to the manor and the handmaidens, Watson also rewarded Allen and the other two men with 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs each. Then, the ceremony had ended. Watson left after he delivered an encouraging speech to the other knights.

When Watson's figure disappeared into the castle hall, the Blackmoon Knights burst into a discussion.

"I'm so envious of Captain Allen. The Zangwill Manor he chose is a well-known manor! It has flowerbeds and grasslands that cost a lot of money to cultivate. The air is fresh, which is helpful for cultivation. Even if it's not for cultivation, the medicinal herbs in the flowerbed are also worth a lot of money."

One of the guards looked at Allen; his tone could not hide his envy.

"I prefer Vice-Captain Liszt's choice, the Wilber Liszt Manor. Oh, it should be called the Liszt Manor Now! If I can get this manor, I can bring my family with me, and occasionally invite guests too. How grand would that be?" another guard said.

"Look at William's silly smile! I'm sure he didn't pick that cute and cuddly servant girl to do housework. How hateful! William looks like that, but he got a woman before us! I wonder if the servant girl would be able to stand him?"

The few men gathered together and cursed William in their hearts; they gnashed their teeth in hatred.

"Alright, stop talking about it! We have many people coming to Blackmoon Castle these days. We need to double our efforts in training and patrols to ensure there is no trouble. If any of you drag me down and embarrass the Blackmoon Knights, then don't blame me for being rude."

As he listened to the discussions around him, Allen glanced at the obedient and silent servant girl beside him. He waved his hand and spoke in a dignified manner.

"Yes, Captain!"

The guards at the scene responded one after another.

After they saw Watson's generous reward, they would take the initiative to work hard. Sometimes, actions were better than words. They were the same; there was no reason other people could get the rewards, and they could not. No one would be willing to accept it.

..

After they left the castle hall, Watson told Capella to arrange work for the other servants. After he left them to familiarize themselves with the castle environment, he walked down the stairs to a room on the second floor.

That room was reserved for his second sister, Nindy, and her best friend, Indix.

Ever since they had killed Folson, the mages who had been with him had stayed behind in Blackmoon Castle. It was not that they did not want to return to the Mage Guild, but that they could not go back.

Every silver-tier mage was a precious asset to the Mage Guild. Unfortunately, there were only more than ten silver-tier mages in the whole of Monte Town, especially for a mage like Folson, who had a chance to advance to gold-tier; he was a treasure.

If Folson had died in a ruins exploration or to a magical beast, then the guild would still be able to accept that. It was a pity that he had died at the hands of those in Blackmoon Castle. So, they could not let those mages go in case they would report about what had happened. However, the mages were also afraid to go back. Even if someone else had killed Folson, it was still their fault because they did not stop it. The guild would punish them.

Watson heard the discussion in the room before he entered it.

"Miss Nindy, what should we do next? We can't stay in Blackmoon Castle forever. Of course, I'm not saying that this place is not good. In fact, this is the best place I've ever lived. I think some noblemen don't even have a better environment. If it's possible, I would like to stay here forever."

One of the male mages had said that.

"Yes, for the past two days, I have been lucky enough to eat a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg. That magical taste still leaves me with an endless aftertaste. Not only that, but the egg has also increased the magic elements in my body! I really want to be a mage here and use my craft as a way to get paid. I don't need much. I'm already satisfied with eating a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg daily, but—"

That was the voice of another male mage, who seemed hesitant.

He did not finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Would Blackmoon Castle hire them?

They were only bronze-tier mages, and Watson was already at the silver tier. Watson had been kind enough to not punish them since they were Folson's associates. Why would he hire them?

'So these people want to stay in Blackmoon Castle? Well, I was thinking of a way to recruit them.'

Watson leaned against the door with his ears pressed against it; he listened to the movements inside the room. The corners of his lips curled upward.

Folson had selected those mages specifically to cast a joint attack spell. Watson was most proficient in water-elemental magic. During the battle with the Allied forces of the manor, he had discovered that the biggest problem he had was not a large number of troops but the fact that the enemy had many powerful mages. A mage's role in a battle was irreplaceable.

He had created the Blackmoon Knights to sweep their enemies, and he would need a mage regiment amongst them.

The warriors rode on the magical beasts to charge to the front, while the mages would follow behind them to cast magic. They would protect their companions while knights destroyed the enemy. Watson was excited when he thought about that scene.

As he had made up his mind, Watson continued to listen to the movements in the room. He wanted to see if all the mages wanted to join Blackmoon Castle.

Inside the room.

The five mages sat around a large bed. A sky-blue magic staff and a simple small bag were on the bed. They were the Heart of the Sea magic staff and storage bag that Folsen had left behind after his death.

Nindy and Indix took off their shoes and socks and leaned against the headboard. The three male mages sat on the side of the bed. Their eyes glanced at the pale and slender feet of their two female companions occasionally as they swallowed their saliva discreetly.

Of course, they could only watch. The Mage Guild had a rule—they were not allowed to lay hands on their companions. Plus, Nindy's status as Blackmoon Castle's Second Young Miss was enough to keep them at bay.

"Nindy, what they said makes sense. I want to stay in Blackmoon Castle too."

Intix hugged Nindy's shoulder and shook it gently. "I don't want to go back to the Mage Guild. We worked so hard on missions and promotions, but in the end, we can't even get much materials! Unlike here, when you're tired, you can take a bath, and when you're hungry, you can eat good meat and bread, and you have the chance to eat the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs too. It's like heaven."

After a pause, Indix continued to say, "Nindy, for the sake of our friendship, please let me stay here! Even though I'm only an iron-tier mage, I'll work hard on becoming stronger. I'll try my best to contribute to Blackmoon Castle. If it really doesn't work out, then I'll offer Elder Folson's belongings. For the sake of these things, I believe that your brother will accept us."

Folson's belongings include two precious silver-tier items, and there was half a gold-tier magic scroll too. They had wanted to send them back to the Mage Guild, but they did not want to go back there. Those items could be used to please the castle's master.

"Do you all think so too?" Nindy pondered for a moment before she looked up at the male mages across from her.

"Yes, we do."

The three male mages nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

Nindy pursed her lips, and after some hesitation, she said, "Alright, I'll try to ask Watson later to see what his plans are. I also hope that you can stay, but I can't make any promises."

If Watson were still the same young boy she had last seen him, then he would do as she said. However, she had not seen him for so many years; she was unsure that he was still the same. Watson had matured, and he had admirable bearing; she did not dare to say anything like that in front of him.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened. Watson walked into the room as he tidied his clothes.

"There's no need for an introduction; you should know me by now. I managed to listen to some parts of your conversation. Second Sister, there is no need to feel burdened. They can stay. However, I will need them to sign a contract to say that they will never betray me. Then, they can become Blackmoon Castle's exclusive mages. Also, Folson's relics should be mine."

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Chapter 82: Learn The Mine Cannonball

"Watson, you heard that?"

Nindy was shocked when Watson opened the door and walked into the room.

"Yes, we're all friends here, so I hope that everyone can stay too. If you become a mage with Blackmoon Castle, I will give you ten gold coins a month and three Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs every day. However, like the Blackmoon Knights, you'll have to participate in training. If you perform well, then you will have a chance to get a high-quality magic staff and the eligibility to learn higher-level magic."

Watson narrowed his eyes and smiled like a little fox.

They would get a high-quality staff?

Learn higher-level magic?

The few mages, including Nindy, breathed heavily. When they were with the Mage Guild, they had to accumulate points through missions for several years to exchange for bronze-tier magic scrolls. As for higher-level silver-level magic, it was something that could only be found by chance. They would not be able to do that for at least ten years.

"I have a bronze-tier spell and a silver-tier spell—they are both water-elemental spells! If I have Folson's relics, then I believe that I can double that. I will teach you these spells in time, so think about it."

Watson increased the drama flair; he knew he could move them.

"We are willing to join Blackmoon Castle."

The mages looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

Even if they could not learn high-level spells, they would still be satisfied if they could eat Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs daily. The eggs could improve their fitness and increase the content of the magical elements in them. If they were to eat the eggs for a period, they were confident that they could break through to silver-tier.

"Very good. Since you've decided, then let's sign the contract."

Watson clapped his hands and summoned his personal maid, Capella, to help draw up a contract.

The contract stipulated the salary and reward system for the mages. It also stated the work that those mages had to do, including daily training, expedition for magical beasts with the Blackmoon Knights, defending the castle in times of danger, and others.

The people of that world paid great attention to contracts, and once it was signed, they would not go against it. So, to be safe, Watson added a clause at the bottom of the contract that said—the final interpretation of the above clauses would belong to the Black Moon Castle.

..

An hour had passed after the contract was signed.

Watson brought the mages, including his sister, to the training field outside the castle.

Since the Blackmoon Knights were on patrol, no one was at the field; it was only them.

"Watson, why did you bring us here?" Nindy asked carefully as she accompanied Watson.

She looked at Watson subconsciously and found that her younger brother had a confident smile on his face. His blue eyes contained everything, and she could not help but nod secretly.

He was different from the past.

He had been a silly child who had run around their house to a young genius—what had he experienced?

"I'm going to demonstrate some magic. It might cause some damage if we were in the castle. So it's better to do it here."

Watson explained that with a smile. He patted the small bag on his waist and held a sky-blue magic staff in his left hand.

Those two items were given to him after the mages had signed the contract. He wanted to test the strength of those two items and intimidate those mages.

Benefits could make people hot-headed, but it would not last long. Watson still needed to intimidate them with force and also treat them with kindness and power. He would only call himself a qualified leader then.

After he made up his mind, Watson lowered his head; the information of the magic staff appeared in his eyes.

Silver-tier tool—Heart of the Ocean Staff.

Effect: Increases the casting speed of water-elemental spells by 20 percent, reduces the power by 50 percent, and reduces the consumption of spells by 50 percent.

Additional Effects: During rainy days or in an environment with sufficient water elements, all effects will receive an extra 50 percent boost.

Watson nodded in satisfaction. Then, he raised his staff and tried to use the only silver-tier spell he had mastered—the water-elemental warrior summon.

When he raised the staff in his hand, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky. Lightning flashed, and thick water columns fell from the sky and landed and left large holes in the ground. They turned into tall, three-meter-tall blue warriors, and they held a shield and a long spear in their hands, and their steps were firm.

Watson felt the swelling pain and discomfort at the back of his head, but he ordered the warriors to stay where they were.

The water-elemental warriors that he summoned were more solid than the ones he had summoned on the battlefield. The sky-blue armors looked like they were made of steel, and the number of warriors had also increased. He had managed to summon 100 warriors in the previous battle, but he had summoned 150 warriors on that day. The duration had also increased to ten minutes from the previous five minutes.

"This is the power of a silver-tier magic staff. It is no wonder that every powerful mage would have a magical tool—it can double their strength."

Watson sighed and waved the staff to disperse the water-elemental warrior. He began to study another tool that Fulson had left behind—the spatial pouch.

Silver-tier tool—the spatial pouch.

Effect: There is a 100-square-meter vacuum inside the spatial pouch. It can be used for storage. The items placed inside will not rot over time, but the pouch can not store living things.

Activation Method: Add magic elements into the spatial pouch.

After he added his water elements into the spatial pouch, Watson quickly opened it, but there were not many items left inside. Most of the scrolls had been consumed by Folson during the previous battle, but he found half a gold-tier scroll and a silver-tier scroll called the Mine Cannonball. Other than that, there were a few bottles of potions and some food—from the waves that they emitted, they should be either bronze-tier and iron-tier.

Then, Watson retrieved the Mine Cannonball scroll. There was a shining silver metal plate made of arcane mithril in his hand.

In the previous battle, Folson had left a deep impression on him when he used that move. Even though the source of chaotic-elemental magic in his body had managed to absorb the Mine Cannonballs, some of them still hit the ground and caused some violent explosions. Watson did not deny that it was a powerful spell.

As Watson studied the chant and the metal plate carved onto the scroll, the other mages observed him as they discussed in a low voice.

"Young Master Watson is a silver-tier mage, indeed. The water-elemental soldiers that he summoned were too powerful! I've seen them once on the battlefield, but this is the first time I've seen them up close. If we can master this spell, then we can form an army all by ourselves!"

"Everyone would yearn for this type of powerful spell! Unfortunately, I'm only a bronze-tier mage now, and the power in my body isn't enough. Even if I master it, I won't be able to cast it. Is Young Master Watson trying to learn Elder Folson's ultimate skill—the Mine Cannonballs? Those silver-tier spells are not easy!"

Some people looked envious, some looked regretful, and some were curious about Watson's actions at that moment. Even if one could master the silver-tier spell, one would still require hundreds or thousands of attempts to cast them. If one made one small mistake in any of the steps, then the spell would fail. It might even cause an explosion.

Even a genius like Watson could not have learned it that fast.

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Chapter 83: Fusion of Gold-tier Magic

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"Nindy, your brother is so powerful!" Indix held Nindy's hand tightly as her eyes shone. "I wonder if he has someone he likes? But, perhaps no, he's still so young."

"Indix, what are you doing?" Nindy looked vigilant.

"Well, if your brother doesn't have someone he likes, I can be his girlfriend!"

The corners of Indix's mouth rose as she joked. "I'm only 16 this year, not much older than your brother. When he's older, perhaps in the next two years, he'll have to consider marriage! If I can have such a talented and rich husband, I can become a silver-tier mage with only the resources. Then, I won't have to worry about it for the rest of my life. Think about it, Sister Nindy."

"Uh, Indix, don't you think it's disgusting to act like a spoiled child?"

Nindy was speechless, but she somehow understood Indix's thoughts.

If she had been wandering for many years and met a genius like Watson, she would be willing to be his girlfriend too, or even a maid, regardless of the man's appearance or age.

If she had been in the other person's shoes, she might have the same idea. As Watson's girlfriend, she would not only get to learn advanced-level magic, but she would also become Blackmoon Castle's mistress. Unfortunately, she was Watson's sister, so she did not have the same chance.

While Nindy thought about it, a chanting voice came from nearby.

"Great water element, listen to my call and become an indestructible Cannonball! Silver-tier spell—Mine Cannonballs."

It was Watson.

At that moment, he held the Heart of the Sea staff in one hand and a silver-tier scroll in the other.

"I can't believe Young Master Watson is studying the mine cannonball spell. Everyone, retreat, quickly!"

The mages' expression changed abruptly. They cried out in alarm as they took a step backward.

That was the first time Watson had dared to try such a spell. It was fine if the spell had failed, but if there was an explosion, they would not be able to escape at such a close distance. They did not have the same strong physique as Watson's gold-tier warriors. If they were sucked into a silver-tier spell's explosion, they would definitely die.

Soon, everyone, including Nindy, retreated about a hundred meters. Then, however, a dramatic scene appeared.

After Watson finished chanting the spell, a curtain of sky-blue water immediately wrapped around his body. The Heart of the Sea staff magnified the effect several times more; it changed the cannonballs into the size of a human head. There were about 150 of them, and they whistled as they spun above his head.

"Young Master Watson had mastered the mine cannonball spell at first try?" A mage stared blankly at the young child; his gaze was dull.

"This is a silver-tier spell! What kind of monster is he? This has already surpassed the realm of a genius."

Another male mage followed suit. He did not expect that Watson could master the mine cannonball spell so quickly. He was also envious when he thought about how Watson was already a silver-tier mage at ten years old.

He was already in his 20s, but he was only a bronze-tier water-elemental mage. Nevertheless, his talent was considered above average in the entire Mage Guild. He had always considered himself a genius, but compared to Watson, he was nothing.

Watson ignored the reactions of the people around him. Instead, he was immersed in the pleasure of mastering the mine cannonball spell.

"Each of the mine cannonballs has the same power as a silver-tier warrior's strike in full-strength. The explosion range is five meters, and the longest distance is 500 meters—as expected of a silver-tier spell."

With the fusion system, he could learn almost anything at once—that was an additional ability of the system.

He controlled the mine cannonballs to hover in the sky for a moment. As he enjoyed the explosive power contained in them, a bold idea came to Watson's mind. He had two silver-tier water-elemental spells. If he fused the two spells, would he be able to fuse even more powerful gold-tier spells if he were lucky?

Watson could not control the excitement in his heart.

"System, begin the fusion."

[Congratulations, Master. You have successfully fused two silver-tier spells. You have obtained a gold-tier water-elemental spell, the Humanoid Auto Mine Giant.]

As the system's voice echoed, countless pieces of knowledge appeared in Watson's mind. The amount of information hurt his brain so much that it felt like it was about to explode.

At the same time, a powerful, attractive force came from the outside world and sucked all the magical elements in his body. His face paled as his body trembled, and he almost fell down.

The attractive force still did not weaken. Instead, it turned around and began to absorb the power from the source of chaotic-elemental magic in his lower abdomen. It only stopped after it absorbed enough magic power that equaled a gold-tier mage.

Watson's source of chaotic-elemental magic had absorbed the gold-tier spell that Folson had released twice—the Silver Serpent on the Raging Sea. It had also absorbed a large wave of mine cannonballs. So the amount of magic power was equivalent to three gold-tier mages, and he had lost one of them forever.

After Watson absorbed Folson's attack on the battlefield, he had asked the system discreetly about why the source of chaotic-elemental magic could absorb other magical powers. The system's answer was that the source of chaotic-elemental magic was initially a part of the world; all the magic elements in a mage's body originated from the source, so it could absorb it as well.

However, each source could only absorb the corresponding and lower magical elements.

For example, the light element was made up of four elements—earth, fire, water, and wind. So, its source could absorb all its corresponding elements—light, earth, fire, water, and wind, and it could not absorb any dark elements. The chaotic element was made up of light and darkness. Therefore, it could absorb any elements from both sides. However, it would not be able to absorb from a higher level if one were to appear.

At that moment, Watson barely managed to stabilize his body. Then, before he could sigh, he saw the hundred mine cannonballs around his body pulled by the lightning inside him. The cannonballs changed their shape and turned into water-elemental giants that were more than ten meters tall.

They were quite different from the water-elemental warriors that Watson had summoned. They were not only larger, but their hands did not carry a shield nor a long spear. Instead, they held one cannonball in each hand.

Gold-tier spell—Humanoid Auto Mine Giant.

Effect: Based on the amount of magic, you can summon an unlimited number of mine giants. Each mine giant has the ability to fire mine cannonballs, and its power is equivalent to a silver-tier spell.

Additional Effect: When each mine giant dissipates or takes fatal damage, it will self-destruct. The damage is equivalent to 100 mine cannonballs exploding at the same time.

"How is this a mine giant? It's a self-destructive soldier!"

Watson sighed before he thought of something. Then, he shouted, "Oh, no! Second Sister, get everyone back to Blackmoon Castle! Then get the Blackmoon Knights to evacuate all the workers who are working outside and stay far away from here."

The mine giants would self-detonate when they dissipated. Watson's strength was depleted, so he could only sustain those mine giants for half an hour. If each mine giant's explosion was equivalent to 100 mines, and there were 100 mine giants, it meant that the blast would be equivalent to 1000 mines. That power was enough to raze everything in sight to the ground.

"I got it."

Nindy felt a new sense of fear when she saw the ten-meter-tall giants.

She could understand Watson's panic, so she brought the mages back to the castle and told everyone to hide in their rooms. She also told the Blackmoon Knights to evacuate the people in the castle with them; they went about one kilometer away from the castle.

The Blackmoon Knights and thousands of workers looked at the castle from afar. Many of them wondered why they had to leave so suddenly.

They were still repairing the castle. They thought that if they worked hard, they would be able to fix half of the gate that day.

At that very moment.

Boom!

It was as if thousands of thunder had rumbled at the same time as a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the center of Blackmoon Castle. It released water vapor that spewed in all directions. The surrounding walls around Blackmoon Castle collapsed, and the entire castle sank about three centimeters into the ground as bronze-tier dark jade stone walls cracked.

The circular wind spread in all directions as it blew a layer of the earth off; it also almost blew into the people who were about one kilometer away. There were no clouds in the sky, but it rained within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

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Chapter 84: Rebuilding Blackmoon Castle

"Watson, next time you cast a spell, can you find a place with no one around? I think the Misty Forest is not a bad choice! Blackmoon Castle has only just been established. Are you going to demolish it again?"

Half an hour later…

Watson stood at the castle gate as he endured his father, Edward's complaints.

"I'm sorry, Father. It's my fault."

He put his hands on his stomach; his face was red. He could not defend himself.

He did not expect the fused gold-tier magic would be so powerful. He had felt the same when he saw Folson cast the Silver Serpent on the Raging Sea, a gold-tier spell. It seemed like Folson only had half a gold-tier scroll, so it was not as powerful. Its real force was more terrible than he had imagined.

He had planned to use the fused magic to frighten the mages in Blackmoon Castle; he would stop before the spell could do any damage. He thought he could use the source of chaotic-elemental magic in his body to absorb it.

However, the Humanoid Auto Mine Giant spell came with a self-destructive element. The source of chaotic-elemental magic in his body might not be able to withstand the enormous explosion if he were to absorb it forcefully. It might even be damaged.

According to the legend, there were a dozen sources of magic in the world, but there were only six left, excluding the chaotic elements. It meant that the sources were not omnipotent, and high-intensity vibration could destroy them. Watson also had to remember that he could not let the source accept everything, and he knew that it would be difficult to absorb platinum-tier spells.

He also warned himself that he would not use that particular gold-tier spell unless it was absolutely necessary.

Firstly, the magical elements in his body were not enough to cast gold-tier spells. Its improvement could only be achieved through accumulation over time. Secondly, the spell's destructive power was too strong. Furthermore, it would not differentiate between friend and foe. If he were to cast it on the battlefield, the spell would kill his allies as well.

"No wonder there are so few high-level elites, and there are only a handful of platinum-tier professionals. The only diamond-tier elite in the kingdom is the sword saint. Perhaps it's because we need to train for a long period before we can command any destructive power and not destroy anyone else. As expected, I'm still far from becoming a true expert."

Due to his fusion system, Watson had not been afraid of anyone—he was proud and arrogant. At that moment, he reexamined himself and dispelled that thought.

"Watson, what did you say?"

"Hey, are you in a daze? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Watson was in deep thoughts when he realized that his father, Edward, had waved his hand in front of him.

"Father, I said I was wrong."

"What? What did you say? Watson, I'm not saying that you should admit it when you've made a mistake. Why do you look so relaxed? Do you not take my words seriously? I know that you're competent now. You're a gold-tier warrior and a silver-tier mage at such a young age. Oh, no, you're a gold-tier mage now. But you can't be arrogant and complacent. You're even a little worse than my father when I was young…"

Edward scratched his ears and spoke loudly as if he could not hear anything.

Watson had a strange look on his face. Was the vibration too strong and damaged his father's ears? His father was not an intelligent man, and it seemed like he had become deaf as well. What should he do? It was too pitiful for his mother to have such a husband.

Should he try to fuse some medicine and treat his father's ears? Blackmoon Castle had accumulated a large number of medicinal ingredients from the other manor's assets. Therefore, it would not be difficult to fuse some medicine to treat his father's ears.

"Edward, I told you to go out and have a look at what happened. What are you doing?" At that moment, Watson's mother, Catherine, appeared. His eldest brother, Vicent, and his seventh sister, Scarlet, also rushed out of the castle.

When she was beside Edward, she grabbed his ear and shouted at the top of her voice. "I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"

"I did, Darling. I'm not deaf." Edward rubbed his ear and complained in dissatisfaction.

Watson heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like his father was not deaf; perhaps the tremors had caused temporary tinnitus.

Scarlet stood behind them, and she observed Watson discreetly. She stuck her tongue out, and she looked shocked. She had been resting in her room when she heard a loud noise from the outside as the entire castle shook. She had thought that it was an earthquake, but after she asked around, she realized that Watson had cast a gold-tier spell.

She marveled at Watson's strength when she saw the devastation around her and the large, smoking pit on the ground.

As one of the youngest in the family, she was still gloating over her silver-tier longbow, and she was still working hard to become an official archer. On the other hand, Watson had already become a gold-tier warrior and mage. How could there be such a massive gap between them?

Vincent also stared at the ruins around him. He had spent so much effort in rebuilding Blackmoon Castle, and it had collapsed again. The extent of the damage was even worse than when he had fought against the manors' allied troops. He sighed; he did not even know what else to say about it.

Nindy finally walked out of the castle and went to Watson's side. She had a conflicted expression on her face.

"Watson, my friends from the Mage Guild said that they would be satisfied if they could stay with Blackmoon Castle as mages. They don't need any pay, and they don't even need three Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs—just one egg per week would do."

All the mages were frightened by Watson's display of power. He did not only learn the silver-tier water Mine Cannonballs in an instant, but he also fused them into gold-tier magic. They knew they could not afford to offend him.

"Second Sister, tell them I will honor the conditions that I have agreed. As long as they work hard, I won't mistreat them."

Watson smiled.

Even though he had gone a little too far, the result was good. He had managed to intimidate those mages.

As for the ruined Blackmoon Castle…

He had already made plans to expand the castle when he seized those manors. Otherwise, it would not be able to accommodate thousands of people.

He would take advantage of the opportunity to build the walls to fit ten more manors; he wanted to make them comparable to Monte Town. They would need to collect more ores from the outside while they build the castle; they would be able to finish it in a month.

It was not an excuse for his mistake; he already had that intention in the first place.

..

Meanwhile, in the Fairy Castle at the border.

Nightingale walked into the magnificent castle. The guards bowed their heads and greeted her respectfully when they saw her.

"Lord Nightingale, Count Sylvan is waiting for you!"

Nightingale responded to those people one by one as she touched her empty waist casually. A small basket hung there, but it did not have any Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs in it.

"No more eggs." Nightingale smiled bitterly. "I only stayed in Blackmoon Castle for a few days; why do I feel so uncomfortable when I left?"

After the battle between Blackmoon Castle and the manor's, she had bid them farewell as she had decided to return to the Fairy Castle. Watson had given her 1000 eggs before she left, but she had eaten them all.

Nightingale came to an office door after she passed through the long corridor. Then, she knocked on the solid wood door.

"Come in!"

Nightingale pushed the door open when she heard the dignified voice; she entered the room. She did not look at the gorgeous figure who sat behind the desk; his face was toward her. Nightingale knelt on the ground and said, "Count Sylvan, I'm back."

"It seems that the test in Blackmoon Castle has ended. So tell me, what do you think?"

"Lord Sylvan…" Nightingale hesitated for a moment before she said, "I think we should send people to Blackmoon Castle to recruit Young Master Watson. We also should make up for the losses that they had suffered in this battle. I have guaranteed that there will be no more tests in the future."

"Nightingale, you rarely speak so highly of a place. Did you

exaggerate?"

"Yes, Lord Sylvane. I think Blackmoon Castle is worth it."

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Chapter 85: Zeke and Zenoah's Return

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Sylvan was sitting on a chair as he turned his body around slowly. His amethyst-like pupils observed Nightingale.

Before Nightingale returned, a spy had informed him of the battle between Blackmoon Castle and the manor owners. He also knew that an elder from the Mage Guild had been killed in the fight, and Watson had seized all of the manors.

Blackmoon Castle became a behemoth that occupied manors from their surrounding area as a result of that battle. He had also heard about what Nightingale had done in Blackmoon Castle.

"Nightingale, you've been living very comfortably these days. A hundred Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs each day to train the Blackmoon Castle guards." Sylvan smiled.

Nightingale, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled.

The Fairy Castle had a comprehensive intelligence network that spanned all over the border. Sylvan had sent Nightingale to Blackmoon Castle to gather information, but that barely scratched the surface. He had also arranged for his network to focus on details around the castle.

A qualified superior would investigate everything at the border, including his subordinates' actions. Sylvan was a cautious person, so he had to ensure that everything was under his control.

With a dignified expression, he said, "Nightingale, don't forget you are."

"Count Sylvan, I will never forget that. You were the one who saved me from the small village ten years ago. My life belongs to you, and I will never think otherwise."

Nightingale answered respectfully as a flash of fire flashed across her eyes.

She recalled her first meeting with Lord Sylvan.

It was during a winter ten years ago. Several magical beasts had escaped the Misty Forest, and one of them, a powerful silver-tier beast, had run into her village and damaged the village. After that, a group of raiders had robbed them.

It was winter, and those magical beasts had attacked several villages nearby. If they wanted to survive the harsh weather, those villagers could only choose to invade other villages nearby.

She would never forget that day. She had seen how the bad men had killed her parents while she hid in the water tank. She saw how the strong men in the village fell one by one, and the women and children were abused cruelly until Sylvan descended and rescued her from that nightmare.

She had worked hard on her cultivation for so many years to become a Shadow Guard. When she was the commander, the first thing she did was kill more than half of the evil men who ransacked her village, and she had been hunting the remaining ones since then. She also hated the silver-tier magical beast that had caused so much trouble to her town. The beast was called Silvermoon Wolf, and she had wanted to get rid of it. However, she had not seen the magical beast again for ten years.

Hatred was the source of her strength, and Sylvan was the person who had given her that weapon.

"Count Sylvan, I recommend that you show some goodwill to Blackmoon Castle for the sake of Fairy Castle. Watson is only ten years old, but he is already a gold-tier warrior. Furthermore, he had mastered some kind of magical power called fusion magic. Therefore, I believe that he will be a platinum-tier elite or even a diamond-tier elite when he is 20 or 30 years old. He will be of great help to you then," Nightingale said firmly as she pushed her confusion aside.

"Diamond-tier? Nightingale, do you think that highly of Watson?"

"I'm only telling the truth."

She might have been telling the truth, but only parts of it. When Watson advanced to the gold tier, a light pillar had appeared on his body; it had connected heaven and earth to form a magical symbol. She had not wanted to hide it, but she was not sure what had happened to Watson. She was afraid that it would cloud Sylvan's judgment had she said too much.

Perhaps it was a mutation caused by the fusion magic, but she would not know until she investigated it.

"I will take that into consideration. You may leave, for now, Nightingale. Winter is approaching, and many magical beasts have escaped from the Misty Forest. As the commander of the Shadow Guards, you must take precautions."

Sylvan waved his hand. Nightingale looked as if she wanted to say something else, but she decided not to say anything after a moment of hesitation. Instead, she stood up respectfully and took her leave. "Yes, Count Sylvan. I shall take my leave now."

After Nightingale left the office, Sylvan turned his chair and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window quietly.

"It will snow soon. If this had happened a few years before this, I would be interested in taking Blackmoon Castle to strengthen my place at the border. However, someone has repaired the source of the chaotic-elemental magic, and I'll need to find them urgently. I'll need them to improve my strength. Blackmoon Castle's young master will only reach diamond-tier in ten or twenty years. Well, I can't wait that long."

Sylvan closed his eyes as he whispered softly, "I only have one goal in mind, and that is to overthrow the person sitting on the throne."

..

Time flew by, and two months passed in the blink of an eye.

It was nearly the end of the eleventh month, almost to the twelfth month.

A caravan had set out from Monte Town toward the border. The caravan had more than 20 carriages filled with medicinal herbs, ores, armor, weapons, and essential daily necessities such as salt and condiments.

Two young merchants sat at the front of the caravan, and they looked similar because they were twins.

"Lord Zeke, Lord Zenoah, we have arrived at the border."

At that moment, a strong man with a full mane walked up to the twins and bowed his head respectfully.

The man had a different appearance than ordinary people. The man was a demihuman, a hyena ma who was famous for his fighting strength.

The demihumans were a significant race in the world, and they included orcs, half-bug hybrids, vampires, elves, and many others. All creatures with a human body and had extraordinary intelligence were classified as demihumans.

Even though Holy Dragon Kingdom's main population was humans, they still had many demihumans who lived amongst them. The demihumans had been powerful more than 40 years ago, and they had instigated the Demihuman War in the kingdom. However, they were annihilated by the army of the kingdom. Some of the remaining demihumans became slaves, while others were demoted to commoners. They would never be noblemen again for the rest of their lives.

The demihumans in the Holy Dragon Kingdom eventually worked as coolies or mercenaries. Since they were born with a stronger physique than humans, they would become iron-tier warriors when they reached adulthood. Talented demihumans would even get a chance to become bronze-tier warriors. Their fees were also cheap, so merchants liked to hire them.

The hyena man, who had spoken to the twins, was such demihuman. He was only 30 years old, but he was already a peak bronze-tier warrior. He was only one step away from the silver tier. He had an assortment of weapons on his body, which included a long saber and a short sword. One's heart would turn cold when one looked at him.

"Lucas, tell everyone to rest for a while. Let's try to arrive at Mist Forest today," the older twin, Zeke, said.

"Yes, Lord Zeke."

Lucas nodded respectfully. He turned his head and licked his furry lips. Then, he shouted, "Everyone, listen up. We'll take a rest here."

There were more than 20 guards in the caravan. The weakest among them was an iron-tier warrior, and more than half of them were demihumans. After they heard Lucas' order, everyone took their weapons, sat down, or leaned against the carriage. They drank water and ate the bread they carried with them. They also scanned their surroundings vigilantly, which showed admirable professionalism.

"We've finally returned to the border. I wonder if Watson has missed us after so long," Zeke said; he was a little emotional.

Zenoah, who sat beside him, smiled. "I don't know what's in his mind, but I am astonished. I heard that he defeated the manor owners' allied troops two months ago, and he even killed an elder from the Mage Guild. This matter has spread throughout Monte Town. And thanks to him, we can no longer stay there."

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Chapter 86: The Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang

It had been two months since Watson defeated the manor's allied troops.

Two months was neither too long nor too short. Many people had seen Folson when he left for the border with a few water-elemental mages. It was normal for mages to collect necessary supplies while they were on a mission, no one would care if they did not head back for ten days or half a month, but two months was too long.

Besides, Folson did not leave by himself; he had taken a few people with him, but none of the mages had returned.

The Mage Guild had initially sent some men to scout for news, but they were shocked when they heard the reports. They did not expect to learn that Blackmoon Castle had killed Folson while he was on a mission. It also looked like the other five mages were detained too.

The Mage Guild could not bear with losing six mages at once; it even shocked their president.

If it were not too close to winter, and the weather was too cold and inconvenient, the Mage Guild's president would have brought men to the border to get an explanation from Blackmoon Castle.

Zeke and Zenoah had been able to get that information because they had established their own caravan in Monte Town, called the Blackmoon Caravan, a name derived from Blackmoon Castle.

They had been part of the Good Luck Caravan and also Wind Journey Caravan. However, they had left those two caravans about a month ago. They had nothing more to learn from the caravans' leaders, and the twins thought they should not rely on other people anymore. Instead, they wanted to use their own fleets to help Blackmoon Castle obtain more resources.

They had managed to rely on their wits to recruit more than 50 subordinates in a month, and they had managed to become quite famous in Monte Town. They even formed an alliance with the Good Luck Caravan and the Wind Journey Caravan. They would become the most prominent merchant group in Monte Town in a few years if they continued to progress with Blackmoon Castle's support.

Unfortunately, the Mage Guild had targeted them because of their ties with Blackmoon Castle. As a result, the twins had to take half of their subordinates and leave the town. The rest of their group would organize their supplies and prepare for their future departure.

At that moment, the twins and their group had decided to take a rest. Then, suddenly, they heard horses from a distance.

Bang!

Bang!

The earth shook as the horses' hooves struck the ground.

"Something terrible has happened, Lord Zeke! Bandits! Those men seem to belong to a famous bandit gang at the border—the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang!"

A guard had run to Zeke with cold sweat all over his head.

The Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang?

Zeke's expression changed when he heard that.

At the border, a large number of magical beasts would leave the Misty Forest in search of food during the winter. Many people would take advantage of the chaos to kill and plunder. Those people were called bandits, and the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang was quite well-known. They had more than 100 people, which included warriors, archers, mages, and priests. The division of labor was clear, and they had no less than ten men at the bronze tier.

Since it was winter, the Fairy Castle had to work hard to deal with magical beasts, so they could not deal with the bandits. That was why those bandits would appear at that time. Most merchants would not trade unless it was absolutely necessary; Zeke did not expect his luck would be so back. They had met a bandit gang not long after they had left Monte Town.

While he thought about that, the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang was already one kilometer away. They wore blood-red capes with a ferocious iron handprint engraved on them. They were excited, and they were shouting.

The leader of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang was named Sparrow, and he was a silver-tier warrior, and he was also part of a mercenary group. He did not want to follow another person's command, so he killed the leader of that mercenary group and turned them into a bandit gang. He had a nickname, Bloody Sunset, because he was vicious and cruel. People said that those who saw him were akin to seeing the last sunset of their lives; they would not live to see the next day.

"People from the caravan in front; release your goods obediently, and I

will spare your lives. Otherwise, be prepared to die!"

At that moment, the leader of that bandit group rode his horse to the front. He looked vicious and ferocious, and he had two scimitars at his waist.

"Quick, get them up. Let's go quickly."

Zeke scanned his surroundings, and then he realized that they were in a forest. There was only one winding dirt path in the woods, but it was not the main road that led Monte Town to the border. Instead, he had chosen that path on purpose because he wanted to avoid the Mage Guild.

They were more than a day's distance from Monte Town and half a day's distance from Blackmoon Castle—they were in the middle of nowhere. If they were attacked there, they could not even seek help from others.

"Lord Zeke, what about our goods?"

"Leave them. Money is precious, but our lives are more important."

The guards moved away from their goods when they heard what Zeke said. They only escorted the twins' carriage and sped toward Blackmoon Castle.

..

A moment later, the members of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang arrived in front of the carriages.

"Boss, these guys are rich! I'm not sorry I kept an eye on them when I was in Monte Town! The things in these carriages are worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins."

A lackey in a blood-red square scarf used a knife to open the cowhide that covered the goods in each carriage. He licked his lips excitedly when he saw the things inside.

Another man looked at their leader and said, "Boss, do we still need to chase them?"

"Why not?"

Sparrow's gaze was bloodthirsty as he licked his thick lips. "No one has ever survived after they saw me! Furthermore, they called themselves the Blackmoon Caravan, and I heard that there is a new faction called the Blackmoon Castle at the border. They are very rich. If we can catch them, we might be able to extort money from the castle's master and earn even more."

Then bandits had a rule; they would only work during the winter, which meant that they would only work three months every year. So every time they worked, they would have enough to survive for the next three years.

"Boss, you are wise and divine."

Sparrow waved his hand; he ignored his subordinates' flattery. "Get half of our men to guard these goods. The rest of you, follow me."

At that moment, a team of more than 100 people split into groups of 50 men, and one of the groups followed Sparrow and charged forward.

..

An hour later.

Zeke, Zenoah, and their guards looked desperate when they realized that the bandits had gotten much closer to them. Some of their men suggested some of them stay behind to intercept the bandits so that the twins could have enough time to escape.

The twins had treated them well; they were willing to pay them twice the market rate. They would also give them the defective goods which they could have sold. That was why they were willing to sacrifice their lives for their bosses.

"It won't work. Look!" Lucas, the captain of the group, said in a muffled voice. His eyes had traces of fear and despair.

The group looked in the direction he pointed, and they saw a stretch of black wall nearby. It was ten meters tall, and it looked endless. It had looked like a giant dragon under the sunset; one would be fearful when they saw it.

"Where did this city wall come from?"

Zeke widened his eyes; the wall was black, and it shone with silver light. It was obviously made of bronze-tier ores, and it had looked even more majestic than the one they had in Blackmoon Castle. Did Watson build that wall? Or had another force emerged at the border?

"Look at those rats! It looks like they can run pretty well!"

The bandits had caught up with them. They were about 100 meters away, and the leader shouted, "Go ahead and run! Why aren't you running?"

He also felt strange when he saw the wall in front of him. However, he was more excited about catching his prey.

The Blackmoon Caravan's men were in despair; the wall had blocked their path, and their pursuers were right behind them. They could only raise their weapons in grief and anger; they would have to fight those bandits to their deaths!

A huge magical beast with two heads and a pair of wings rose into the sky from the wall behind them at a critical moment. A young man in silver armor sat on the beast; he shouted in confusion, "Young Master Zeke, Young Master Zenoah! Am I seeing things? Is that you two?"

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Chapter 87: He Seemed To Be Deaf

Allen sat on the two-winged liger and looked down from above.

Two months ago, some manor owners joined forces with an elder from the Mage Guild, Folson, to attack Blackmoon Castle. However, they had managed to avert the danger with Watson's exceptional strength. After that, the young master had experimented with gold-tier magic that caused the destruction of half the castle. Fortunately, they had been able to rebuild in only two months.

The first thing they did was to expand the area. The castle had transformed from a few kilometers in radius to dozens of kilometers.

The town also had more than a dozen manors, and each manor was connected by a road in a ring-shaped arrangement, which also included the Blackmoon Castle. Watson also told them that they would eventually build offices, hotels, and even entertainment centers—he did not want to lose out to Monte Town.

Allen had clapped his hands in agreement with Watson's lofty ideals.

Blackmoon Castle also had a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, and they could earn about 10,000 gold coins if they were to sell the eggs daily. It was enough to cover the town's expenses. Plus, Watson also had his fusion magic, and he could fuse weapons that were better than those iron-tier and silver-tier weapons in the market—the sum contributed to their income as well.

They mentioned that Watson's father had already contacted the leaders of the two merchant groups in Monterey Town. They were only waiting for winter to pass before they started to trade. Furthermore, Watson also had two brothers who were merchants in Monte Town. They would not need to worry about Blackmoon Castle's progress; they would not have any problem if they wanted to surpass Monte Town.

The Zangwill Manor that Allen had chosen was located at the edge of Blackmoon Castle. In addition, he was the captain of the Blackmoon Knights, so he would also have to patrol the town. He loved that job because he could show off his equipment to everyone.

That day, he was on his usual patrol. He did not expect to see Zeke and Zenoah's caravan. He also saw the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang that pursued the twins. He was nervous; he knew that Watson loved his brothers. Otherwise, he would not have barged into Miles Manor for Zeke and Zenoah.

He would probably lose his position if he were to let the twins come to harm under his watch.

Allen had that thought in mind when he pushed his liger to fly faster. The beast immediately flew past the city wall and landed in front of the caravan.

"Young Master Zeke, Young Master Zenoah, it really is you."

"Allen?"

The twins were stunned when they saw the guard, and then they were delighted. They were worried that the bandits had cornered them. Then, they remembered that Allen was a silver-tier warrior. Even if he could not defeat the bandits, he would be able to help them to escape.

"Why are you here, Allen? Aren't you the Blackmoon Knights' captain back at Blackmoon Castle? Did Watson move the castle here?" Zeke asked as he looked at the wall curiously.

He thought the wall looked more luxurious than the walls that Watson had built for the castle. The pitch-black wall must have been constructed with bronze-tier stones.

"We haven't moved, Young Master Zeke! But the castle is quite far from here. You must not have heard about this, but Young Master Watson had combined the castle with ten other manors. I am currently staying at the Zangwill Manor, but it is now called the Allen Manor! And we've built these walls in the past two months, and we used silver-tier—"

Allen explained to everyone as if he knew everything. Before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted him.

"Silver-tier materials? Are you serious?"

"Such a magnificent wall! If it's really made of silver-tier materials, how much is it worth?"

The people who spoke were guards who came with the twins. They stared at the wall in front of them with earnest eyes. There was a hint of greed and shock in their eyes.

"When did Watson become so extravagant to use silver-tier materials to build a wall? Is he not afraid that some people might steal some of the stones?" Zenoah was puzzled.

Silver-tier materials were scarce. For example, some ores could increase one's spellcasting ability, but it was rare.

Allen laughed. "There's no need to worry about that, Young Master Zenoah."

He waved his hand. "Only silver-tier warriors will be able to break these stones, and there aren't that many of them in the entire border. Master Watson had thought about that as well, and that's why the wall is made of obsidian gold! This material doesn't have any other function except that it is tough!"

Obsidian gold was called metal, but it was actually an ore. Its hardness was beyond one's imagination. It could even withstand the attack of a gold-tier elite. That kind of ore was usually used to make drill bits for mining machines in the kingdom.

As they chatted, the bandit gang had reached them.

"Boss, that person came down from the sky on a magical beast. He seems to be the caravan group's champion, and he seems strong too. What should we do?"

A bandit gang member in a red headscarf asked Sparrow cautiously.

Sparrow stopped his horse. He looked at the mighty two-winged liger and then at his own horse. His eyes were filled with jealousy. As the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang leader and a silver-tier warrior, he could only ride a horse, but the other party had a magical beast. Plus, it was not an ordinary magical beast, and from its aura, it looked like a bronze-tier beast; it might even be silver-tier.

Then, he looked at Aaron's shining silver armor; it was not an ordinary item either. There was also a long sword at his waist. It might be a complete set of silver-tier equipment. Sparrow felt as if he was a country bumpkin when compared to the other party. He immediately spoke with dissatisfaction.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he's only one person. We have 50 people here, and we have about ten bronze-tier warriors. Our other men will come soon too! If he's smart, he'll know not to cause trouble. Otherwise—" Sparrow chuckled.

With a sneer, Sparrow took a few steps forward and berated Allen. "My brother, this caravan belongs to us. If you know what's good for you, step aside, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us for not being polite."

Allen continued to speak to Zeke and Zenoah about the obsidian gold and what Watson had been up to for the past two months. It was as if he did not even hear what Sparrow had said.

Did he ignore the bandit leader?

Sparrow's expression darkened; he felt as if he had been mocked. No one had dared to disrespect him since he became the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang leader. "Hey, Kid, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"

"Boss, this guy seems to be deaf!" When Allen did not respond to him, the other bandits gathered their courage and winked at their boss.

Zeke's subordinate, Lucas, looked backward with a worried expression. "Young Masters, the bandits are shouting at us. I think they are angry from shame! Why don't you guys leave first? I'll cover you."

Zeke also reacted. He was so shocked by Blackmoon Castle's changes that he almost forgot that they were still in danger. He immediately shouted, "Allen, take everyone and leave."

"You want to leave? Dream on!" Sparrow sneered when he realized that his opponents had finally noticed him. He took a blood-red glove covered with barbs from his waist. That was his bronze-tier weapon, Blood Bramble. Those hit by the glove would bleed to their death.

They had underestimated him, and he wanted them to pay for that.

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Chapter 88: Defeated In One Move

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"You lot, raise your bows and arrows. Don't let his beast fly into the air, but don't kill it. I want it alive."

Sparrow issued an order to his subordinates after he put on his gloves.

He did not become the bandits' leader because of his brain; he had a pretty good brain too. The man in front of him was a silver-tier elite, and he did not seem to mind about Sparrow. Perhaps the man had a trump card.

"Yes, Boss." A few bandit archers raised their longbows. They drew their bows and nocked their arrows. The iron arrowheads sparkled under the sunlight.

"You guys go ahead and test them out."

"The rest of you can surround them. Don't let them escape in any direction."

Sparrow gave a few more orders before his men moved out. More than half of them ran behind Zeke and the others. They raised their swords and sabers as their eyes sparkled with a bloodthirsty light. They looked like wolves that had been hungry for three days. The five bronze-tier warriors with slightly stronger abilities would face Allen head-on.

Sparrow smiled; he felt slightly relieved when he saw the scene. They would still have the strength to fight even if they had to face a gold-tier warrior.

"Can't you see that I'm talking to Young Masters Zeke and Zenoah? Do you know that it's very impolite to interrupt other people's conversations? Oh, right, I almost forgot that you're a bandit. So you won't know what etiquette is at all."

Allen turned his head and glanced at Sparrow with a dissatisfied expression.

Allen knew that he had to please those two young masters if he wanted a better life in Blackmoon Castle. He had many flattering words for the twins, and it was the bandits' fault that he did not have the time to say them.

"Is this guy an idiot? The other party is a silver-tier warrior. Why is he still behaving so leisurely ?"

The caravan guards, including Lucas, looked at Alan with disappointment in their eyes. They thought they would have a chance to escape when they saw that someone was there to help them. However, that person had seemed so unreliable.

Zeke and Zenoah were also anxious. They thought Allen had talked to them because he wanted to stall for time to wait for reinforcements.

However, when they looked around, they realized that there were no reinforcements at all. There was only Allen, a guard from Blackmoon Castle, within several kilometers radius. Why would he waste so much time? He should have escaped earlier.

Just as everyone was worried, the five bronze-tier bandits had already arrived in front of Allen. The long knives in their hands were covered with a thick combat aura of various colors, and they were saying arrogant words.

"Well, you seem to be quite strong, but I didn't expect you to be a fool. Just stay here obediently. After I kill you, your equipment will be ours."

"Do it! The Boss said not to leave anyone alive."

As they shouted, the five bronze-tier bandits moved toward Allen. They raised the knives in their hands and swung them down with a force that could shatter large rocks. Allen stood there in a daze as he faced their attack. He seemed to have been scared senseless.

Some of the caravan guards wanted to step forward to help, but they realized that it was already too late. They could only turn their heads away; they did not dare to look.

Bang!

Right at that moment, a muffled sound echoed. The five long knives landed on Allen's body. Allen did not move, but the armor on his body was not damaged at all. On the contrary, the five bandits who attacked him had to retreat a few steps. Their faces were filled with disbelief.

What had happened? The five of them were bronze-tier warriors. Even a silver-tier powerhouse would have to take two steps backward to show their respect if they were to attack with their full strength.

There was only one reason such a situation had occurred.

"The armor is silver-tier. Furthermore, it's the top quality among silver-tier armors!"

Sparrow shouted excitedly, "Stop! Stop! Leave him to me."

He could not afford to be cautious anymore. He could not watch as they destroyed the armor.

He felt that he was lucky that day. It was nearly winter, and that was the first time the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang had encountered such wealthy merchants. He had not had a set of silver armor for so many years as a bandit. If he could obtain it, his strength would increase by several times fold; he might even be able to annex a few bandit gangs and expand his influence.

As he looked forward to a beautiful future, Sparrow got off his horse and walked toward Allen. A pair of bright red combat aura wings appeared on his back, and it was filled with the smell of blood; he had a fire-elemental combat aura. It smelled like blood because he had killed countless men.

The gloves on his hands started to burn with blood-colored flames. Wherever he walked, there were thick bloody footprints on the ground that would not scatter. His subordinates stepped aside respectfully and discussed with trembling voices.

"Get out of the way! Boss is going to make a move."

"Be careful not to touch the flames on his body. Otherwise, you won't be able to quench it until your body turns to ashes. Even water-elemental combat aura won't be able to extinguish it."

It was not only the bandits who retreated; the caravan guards also did the same. Their faces seemed pale. They shuddered in fear when they saw the murderous aura from the silver-tier warrior.

"Kid, I've given you a chance. If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for not being quick enough." Sparrow raised his right hand at Allen as he declared that. Allen did not move at all; it was as if he was scared senseless.

"Hmph… is that all you've got?" A hint of contempt flashed in Sparrow's eyes. It seemed like the other party's strength was not that great. A silver-tier warrior who had killed men was different from a warrior who had never seen blood. He could take care of Allen by himself; he would not need help from his men.

Sparrow carried an incomparable aura as he transformed into a ray of light and appeared in front of Allen. His fist burned with flames as he charged toward Allen.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, but Allen's face was completely unharmed. Instead, there was a thick layer of water-elemental combat aura between his face and Sparrow's burning fist.

It looked like the man was quite strong; no wonder he was so arrogant.

His pupils contracted. He did not wait for Allen to fight back before he rose into the air and roared, "Fighting technique—Bloodied-hand Chaotic Dance."

That was his famous ultimate skill. It was ranked top among the bronze-tier skills. The air was crushed as blamed claw marks appeared one after another as it formed a continuous web of fire that struck Allen.

"This guy is in deep trouble. Boss' fighting skill compressed the flames into a blade-like sharpness."

"Even though he's a silver-tier warrior, not many people could counter this move. Furthermore, this fool is not even defending himself." Nevertheless, a few of the bandits pitied Allen.

However, the result shocked them greatly—Allen was still unscathed. There was not even a single wound on his body. He even yawned and scratched his head.

"Die!"

Sparrow's eyes reddened—his every punch was faster than the last. However, his attack only hit the ground, where it left an ugly scar each time it struck it. That proved that his attack was not without power. It allowed him to strike like a storm, but Allen was like a rock that did not move.

"How could this be?" After half a minute, Sparrow panted heavily and retreated when he realized that his attacks had been ineffective. As he took a step backward, a sword light flashed in front of him.

Whoosh!

Allen drew the sword from his waist and pierced it through Sparrow's chest. "What is this? It's so flashy. Oh, I'm wearing gold-tier armor. Well, it would be strange if you could pierce through it."

"Gold-tier armor?" he said softly. Sparrow lowered his head to look at his chest; he revealed an expression that was either sorrowful or angry. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

If he had known that the armor on the man's body was gold-tier, then he would not have stood there and attacked so carelessly. Of course, he would have wanted it even more if he had known that it was gold-tier armor. It was greed that drove him to take action, and it was also greed that harmed him.

Had their boss lost the fight?

The bandits watched the scene quietly with their eyes wide open. No one said a word; it was as if they could not believe that it was real. Their boss' chest had been pierced by a sword, and his opponent had only attacked him once.

Allen drew his longsword with a swoosh before he kicked the heavily-injured Sparrow. The sword aura whistled, and the five bronze-tier bandits closest to him did not even have time to resist. They were cut into halves at their waist, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

Then, Allen swung his sword again. The sky-blue sword aura was like a long dragon as it engulfed the three bandits who had tried to run away. Allen slaughtered them as if he was chopping melons and vegetables. In less than a minute, more than half of bandit gang members were killed or injured.

"Release the arrows, release the arrows, quickly!"

A few bandits quickly drew their bows and arrows as they trembled. They aimed at Allen's head and fired. The sharp arrows flew through the air and were shot into pieces by his little finger that was covered in armor.

"It's really gold-tier armor!"

Sparrow, who laid on the ground, widened his eyes and stared at the scene. Finally, he spat out one last sentence before his head tilted and darkness engulfed him.

Five minutes later, the whole place was silent.

Everyone looked at Allen, who was standing in a pool of blood. They did not know what to say. He had killed more than 50 bandits in only a few minutes. He even killed the bandit leader, Sparrow, in only one move. It seemed like Allen was rich and powerful!

The man had a proud look on his face as his combat aura surged. He looked around with his long sword; he looked like a god who had descended from heaven.

"Allen, we're sorry to have troubled you." Zeke was the first person to react. He resisted the urge to vomit as he walked over the broken limbs on the ground and patted Allen's shoulder.

"Not at all, not at all."

Allen turned around and immediately put on a pleased expression. His strong warrior demeanor had vanished. "Young Masters Zeke and Zenoah were the ones who encouraged me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to finish the enemy so quickly! Your heroic bearings in the face of our enemies were deeply imprinted in my mind and guided me. Meeting both of you today is like seeing the sun, and my combat aura rose infinitely. Praise the sun, praise the two young masters…"

When the caravan guards witnessed that scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. They realized that not only was the person's strength beyond their imagination, but his shamelessness was also the same.

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Chapter 89: Silver-tier Equipment Is Trash

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Several carriages drove through Blackmoon Town.

The caravan guard who was in charge of driving the carriages looked at Allen, who was in the first carriage, as he introduced Blackmoon Castle's changes to Zeke and Zenoah. He remained silent.

They should have felt very happy after they survived the calamity, but for some reason, they did not feel happy. Allen had wiped out all 50 members from the Bloody Hand Bandit Gang. He took the opportunity to take their weapons and even their clothes. He said, "Young Master Watson might be able to use it, especially this thorny glove. It's a bronze-tier weapon.".

That was not the end of it.

After he seized the spoils of war, Allen inquired and learned that the goods that Zeke and the others had brought from Monte Town had been taken by the remaining bandits. After he asked for the location of the carriages, Allen left on his liger. He was ready to go deal with the remaining members from the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang.

When he returned half an hour later, the bandits had been wiped out. Only a few of the smarter ones, who saw that the situation was not right, had managed to escape. Who would have thought that the famous Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang would be wiped out by a Blackmoon Castle guard that day?

Other than the original goods, all the other items that the bandit gang seized had also been recovered. The items included weapons, armors, and a few thousand gold coins. If Zeke did not stop him, Allen even wanted to ambush the bandit gang's lair to see if he could remove the other members as well. Unfortunately, he could not figure out who they were.

"No wonder Lord Zeke and Lord Zenoah were so calm when they angered the Mage Guild. They said that they would not be afraid as long as they could return to Blackmoon Castle. It turns out they have such powerful elites there. I wonder if it's the same with all the other guards?"

A guard at the back of the carriage whispered to his commander, Lucas, who sat beside him.

Allen had taken their place on their initial carriage, which still smelled of blood.

Lucas did not answer the question, but another person beside him said, "How is that possible? That Allen is a silver-tier warrior. He was only that powerful because he had gold-tier armor on him. Do you know how much that is worth? If Blackmoon Castle equipped all their guards with similar weapons, they would be bankrupt."

"Alright, focus on your driving. Even though we have entered Blackmoon Town, who knows if there are other dangers? Don't let your guard down." Lucas waved his hand.

"Yes, Captain Lucas."

After he reprimanded his team members, Lucas took a look at the carriage that headed toward them. He was envious and excited.

He thought that Zeke and Zenoah had treated the guards very well; that was why he had followed the twins wholeheartedly. However, it seemed like Young Master Watson treated his subordinates even better. He had never even heard of gold-tier equipment before that.

Was generosity contagious? Did Lord Zeke's family have a generous personality? Suddenly, Lucas wanted to join Blackmoon Castle. He did not want much; perhaps a piece of silver-tier equipment would do.

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"There are more than ten pieces of bronze-tier equipment, including the thorny gloves. In addition, there are 100 iron-tier longswords and 200 sets of iron-tier armor. These are the items that I found on the bandits' bodies. I wonder if you are satisfied with that, Young Master Zenoah, Young Master Zeke?

Those equipment were not worth much. They were not as valuable as the contribution he had made when he saved the two young masters. He believed Young Master Watson would definitely reward him handsomely.

Zeke and Zenoah looked at each other and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. But, Allen, how did you become so strong?"

They remembered Allen was only a silver-tier warrior two months before that, and he had only bronze-tier equipment. That was his reward as the captain of the guards. The other guards did not have the same privilege. So how did he get gold-tier equipment in such a short time?

Had Blackmoon Castle struck gold?

They did not only build a silver-tier wall that spanned dozens of kilometers, but they also changed their guards' equipment. Did they get their wealth from the defeated manors, or did Allen have some fortuitous encounter?

As they enjoyed the scenery along the way, Zeke and Zenoah could see the manors surrounded by trees as maids went in and out of the buildings. They also saw guards on two-winged ligers as they patrolled the spacious road, and then there were people dressed in labor attires. Those people were always in groups of two or three.

Zeke could guarantee that the road in front of him was definitely the best he had ever seen in a town. It was as smooth as jade and had a milky-white luster. Even if the horse carriage moved faster, not a single stone would fly. There was not even a speck of dust on the road.

It seemed like the road was not made of ordinary stones. There were fields surrounded by fences on both sides of the road, and there was crystal-colored wheat in those fields. It swayed with the wind, and one could smell the fragrance from afar. If it were not inconvenient in the carriage, Zeke would have wanted to go down and have a taste.

Zeke wondered if he had returned to the wrong place. Perhaps he was at the capital of a certain country and not Blackmoon Castle?

"Young Masters, I can't explain it in detail. You will know when we get to the castle! As for my equipment, please, allow me to keep you in suspense. You should go to Blackmoon Castle to see it for yourself. I believe you will be amazed when you see it." Allen revealed a mysterious smile.

"We are already very surprised now," Zeke and Zenoah said in unison. They were very excited to see the new Blackmoon Castle.

About half an hour later, the carriage traveled along the ring-shaped road and arrived at the highest point in the center. There was a steeple-roofed mansion in front of them, and it was surrounded by towering walls. There was a huge training field at the front gate, where more than ten guards in armor and had long swords in their hands were training.

Different types of combat aura collided as it made ear-piercing sounds and illuminated the training field.

"Judging from the color of the armor on these people, they should be silver-tier! It seems that gold-tier equipment is not common in the castle. No matter how powerful Watson is right now, it is still too excessive to give each guard a set of gold-tier equipment."

When they arrived at the castle, Zeke got off the carriage with Lucas and a few other guards. As he had stayed in the caravan for a while, his eyesight had sharpened, and it allowed him to determine the quality of the weapons easily.

He looked at the armor on the Blackmoon Knights and confirmed that they were only silver-tier.

When Lucas and the others heard his words, they also nodded as if they agreed with him—it was impossible for all the guards to have gold-tier equipment. The great noblemen in the kingdom might be able to offer that, but they were at a remote place at the border; they would not have such luxury.

It seemed that Allen was an exception; that was how the caravan guards comforted themselves. Even though it was equally surprising for all of them to be equipped with silver-tier equipment, they would still be able to accept that.

Allen smiled as if he could see through their thoughts. However, he did not say anything; he signaled for them to enter the castle.

As they approached the training field, the voice of a Blackmoon Knight reached their ears.

"Move faster. Young Master Watson said that the last person in this month's training will be punished; they can't eat the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. Use your strength. Even though we are all silver-tier warriors, I am wearing silver-tier armor. Don't be afraid to hurt me."

It seemed like the guards were only using the silver-tier armor for training. Lucas nodded slightly. He could train in that equipment and not have to worry about wear and tear. That made him want to join Blackmoon Castle again.

Then, he heard a ka-cha sound before another Blackmoon Knight shouted, "Damn it, my sword broke. I've only used it against the silver-tier armor for half a day before it broke. It seems like the quality of this sword is quite bad! As expected, silver-tier equipment is trash. Let me change to another sword before we start again."

Broken, bad quality, trash, change to another sword—those were the words that Lucas heard, and it made him dizzy and stunned.

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Chapter 90: The Fusion of Gold-tier Gloves

It was not only Lucas, but the rest of the men in the caravan, Zeke, and Zenoah were also stunned.

If silver-tier equipment was trash, what about those who did not even have any bronze-tier equipment? Was their equipment worse than trash?

Plus, why did those people say? They were all silver warriors. How was that possible? There were not that many silver-tier elites at the entire border, right?

"Did those guys brag because they saw us coming?"

Lucas could not help but mutter in his heart. He had heard that some noblemen would deliberately show off their best side when they had guests. Some of the poor noblemen would even borrow money to hold a banquet to regain their dignity.

Lucas thought that it might be the same situation with Blackmoon Castle. Then, he noticed that the guard who had said that silver-tier weapons were trash had left the training field. A moment later, he returned with a box of weapons.

The box was filled with longswords; there were at least dozens of them. They looked shiny and eye-catching. With Lucas' years of experience as a merchant's guard, he could tell at a glance that the longswords were all silver-tier weapons.

Then, he saw the guard stabbed another person with the silver-tier longsword. However, his opponent managed to block that attack with his combat aura wings.

"Combat aura wings—the symbol of a silver-tier warrior! There are also the silver-tier longswords. Had they been telling the truth?" Lucas was shocked.

At that moment, he saw that the castle gate opened. A few people dressed as mages rode out on the two-winged ligers and flew into the sky.

There were both male and female mages, and they looked excited as they were in a discussion.

"Nindy, Brother Watson told me that I'm particularly talented in learning water-elemental magic. As long as I keep eating a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg every day, then I'll be able to learn gold-tier magic in a few years to advance as a gold-tier mage! He also told me that he would recruit new mages to form the Sky Magic Knights soon. When the time comes, I'll be the vice-leader!"

The one who spoke was a girl with green hair. Her face had a youthful smile, but her riding skills were not very good. The two-winged liger flew unsteadily under her bottom.

"Indix, don't be happy just yet. The new mages will have to wait until after the winter! Before that, you'd better practice your riding skills. Otherwise, a person who can't fly freely will not be able to become the vice-leader," a man with chestnut hair chimed in; he looked like the leader of the team.

"What can we do? She's afraid of heights."

The mages rode their mounts and flew high into the sky. Soon, the sky exploded with a brilliant magical light show. It was even more glorious than the biggest fireworks in the kingdom.

"One, two… five! A total of five mages! I can't believe that aside from the fully armed silver-tier warriors, there are also silver-tier mages in Blackmoon Castle!"

One of the caravan guards raised his head to look at the sky as he said that.

Everyone knew that mages were the profession that needed the most wealth. One mage's cost could support dozens of warriors of the same tier. Since they could afford to train so many silver-tier mages, it was also no wonder why Blackmoon Castle would also have so many silver-tier warriors and equipment.

Just when everyone thought that they had reached the end of their shock, the cry of a monster suddenly echoed from the sky above Blackmoon Castle. A golden lion with twelve enormous wings had flown into the air. A young child who looked like he was about ten years old sat on the beast's back. He wore a black shirt and held a sky-blue magic staff in his hand.

He swung the magic staff downward gently.

Suddenly, the magical elements in the sky became violent. A dark cloud had gathered in the clear sky as thick water columns fell from the clouds and assembled on the ground to form a tall water-elemental giant. Its body was ten meters tall, and its two hands were in the shape of two cannon barrels. The thick front section could fit an entire person.

"This… What is this?"

One of the caravan guards sat on the ground as his legs trembled. He did not dare to move at all; a water-elemental giant was next to him, and its tall body was like a mountain. He was afraid that he would be trampled if the giant were to move its feet.

"Is it a gold-tier spell?"

Lucas shook his head; he felt a little dizzy. He could not think because of the successive surprises.

Allen stood behind him, and he had been watching coldly from the beginning. Then, he finally revealed a smile.

What a bunch of country bumpkins! How could they possibly know Blackmoon Castle's greatness? They did not show their new guests everything yet!

Allen waved his hand toward the sky. "Young Master Watson, we are here."

Ten minutes later…

Watson wiped the sweat on his forehead as he deactivated the gold-tier spell, Humanoid Auto Mine Giant, and put the Heart of the Sea staff back into his bag on his waist.

He had been practicing that spell every day for two months, and he could finally control the spell like when he fused it. He had learned it daily, and his magical capacity had increased; he had officially reached the gold tier.

Watson patted the Golden Flash's head as he got down from its back. The magical beast shrank its body size and contracted its wings immediately. Then, it became an ordinary kitten and climbed onto Watson's shoulder.

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, why didn't you tell me that you are coming back today? I was thinking of sending someone to pick you up if you aren't back in two days."

"We had wanted to give you a surprise, Watson," Zeke and Zenoah said in unison.

However, it seemed like Watson had given them a surprise instead.

"Young Master Watson, they had encountered a bandit group called The Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang on their way back. But, don't worry, I have exterminated all those bandits! I've also seized more than 300 sets of equipment from them, plus a few thousand gold coins. Please take a look, Young Master."

Allen waved his hand. Some of the caravan guards reacted; they pushed a carriage forward. The coach was full of equipment and gold coins; it looked like a small treasure room.

Some of the Blackmoon Knights on the field immediately looked at the crowd before they glanced away again. They did not think it was anything special.

"Young Master Watson, it's all my fault for being incompetent and scaring the two young masters. If I were a little stronger, I would have been able to eliminate the enemy faster. As the captain of the guards, why am I so weak? I'm so ashamed."

As Allen spoke, he looked at Watson and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Watson thought it was funny; he knew that Allen wanted a reward. Even though the man did not say anything about how his brothers were robbed, he could guess that it was a dangerous situation. So there was no harm in rewarding him.

"Allen, since you brought this carriage back, I'll give it to you as a reward."

Watson stood in front of the carriage and glanced into it. Hundreds of iron-tier weapons and more than ten pieces of bronze=tier equipment were in front of him. Then he saw the pair of gloves.

[Bronze-tier Blood-red Thorny Gloves]

[Effect: Can break the defense of bronze-tier opponents.]

[Additional effect: Can inflict severe injuries to the enemy. Wounds from this weapon will not heal.]

"This is the only piece of equipment in this carriage that looks pretty good."

Watson muttered as he looked at his brothers' guards. Then, he had an idea in his mind.

"Fuse, activate!"

He extended his hand toward the carriage. With a light shout, the equipment in the carriage immediately transformed into a stream of light and collided to cover the Blood-red Thorny Gloves.

After a moment, the entire carriage of equipment disappeared; the only thing left behind were gold coins and a glittering one-handed glove. The glove was engraved with blood-red patterns, and it had a faint glow as if it was breathing. There were thorny-like patterns on the fingers, and the tips were as sharp as swords.

The information about the glove appeared in Watson's eyesight.

[Gold-tier Endless Sea of Blood Black Thorny Gloves]

[Effect: Can break the defense of gold-tier opponents]

[Additional effects: Can cause serious injury, break armor (ignores 50% of the enemy's defense), transfiguration, lifesteal (absorbs the enemy's blood, the more blood you drain, the more powerful it is)]

[Additional skills: Endless sea of blood (releases all the blood it absorbs, causing a large-scale magic attack, up to gold-tier)]

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