Chapter 101 - Money Or Stupidity
“No, Natasha, wait for me!”
He remembered a sea of fire; two little girls hugged each other as they shivered; they looked terrified.
He watched that memory unfold and tried to reach out to his two daughters.
Crack!
Then, the scene cracked like a mirror embedded in a picture frame.
Sven burst into a cold sweat and panted violently.
‘I’m dead?’
Sven touched his neck; it had been wrapped in gauze that was soaked in blood. Just a slight touch would cause intense pain, but it reminded him that he was still alive.
‘Where am I?’
Sven turned his head with difficulty; he was laid on a big soft bed. The head of the bed was close to a big window; the weak sunset illuminated his body in orange. There were all kinds of furniture in the room. It looked very expensive, and there were two murals on the wall.
“Sir, you’re awake.”
At that moment, the door opened with a click. Two young ladies in black and white maid uniforms came into the room with hot tea. They looked worried
‘I’m not dead yet, and someone had tended to my injuries. Who did that? Was it Lady Gluttony?’
‘Is this the Demoness Bandit Gang territory?’
Sven had a myriad of thoughts. He remembered that the last moment before he fainted, Lady Gluttony had gnawed on his neck. He also heard the voices from her and the Blackmoon Knights. Oh, right! Blackmoon Castle!
Sven’s eyes flashed. Then, he sat up on the bed, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the necks of the two maids in front of him. “Don’t move. Call for your master, or I’ll kill you! Also, give me my staff back.”
Sven paid special attention when he inspected the room. His staff was gone; it was something that could save his life.
Kacha!
The two maids looked terrified, and their bodies trembled. The teacups in their hands fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces as hot tea spilled all over the floor.
“It was Young Master Watson who brought you back here. As for the staff, is it something from your body? We… We don’t know either.”
“Lory Sven, I’m relieved to see you in such good spirits.”
A tender voice echoed from outside before Watson walked into the room with Allen and Liszt behind him; both watched Sven’s movements coldly. Their hands were on the longswords at their waists. If Sven dared to make any unusual movements, they would attack without hesitation.
“This is Blackmoon Castle, indeed!”
Sven snorted. The boy in front of him had left a deep impression. He was the child who had appeared on the wall. Even though Sven did not know why the other party had brought him there, they must not have had any good intentions. That was why they would take this staff.
“Return my staff to me; otherwise—”
Just as he was about to use the two maids as a threat, Sven felt his hands become lighter. The soft feeling of his neck disappeared; it was replaced by hardness.
“Otherwise, what?”
Watson teleported to Sven from the door. His two hands were covered with a light-elemental combat aura. He grabbed Sven’s hands and said, “The two of you go out first.”
“Yes, Young Master Watson.”
The two maids rubbed their necks. They were still in shock as they picked up the broken teacups on the ground and walked out in small steps.
Sven ignored them. His eyes were fixed on Watson, and through his gritted teeth, he said, “Teleport? You’re a gold-tier warrior.”
The ten-year-old child was stronger than him!
How did a ten-year-old reach the gold tier? Only the sword saint had managed to reach the gold tier when he was in his teens, and he was the kingdom’s only diamond-tier elite. It also meant that the kid would become a diamond-tier warrior one day.
The young boy must have been the border count’s illegitimate child. Sven confirmed his previous guess. He did not think that the count would assign so many silver-tier warriors to the boy even though he was his son. However, he changed his mind; if he had such a talented child, he would hire a few gold-tier warriors to protect him, let alone silver-tier ones.
If his two daughters were not dead, they should be around the boy’s age.
“Hey, how long are you going to hold onto Young Master’s hand? Young Master saved you out of kindness. If it were not for him, you would have died. If I had known earlier, I would not have saved you.”
The reprimanding voice came from behind Watson. Sven looked up; he realized that the person who spoke was the man who had single-handedly challenged their bandit gang and held on for several minutes.
“Young Master Watson, what Captain Allen said makes sense. However, I also think that we shouldn’t have saved this bandit! Each of these bandits had taken more than one life. It’s not worth it to waste the precious Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs on them.” The other upright guard said.
“Alright, we’ve already used it to save him. So it’s useless to talk about this now.”
Watson withdrew his hands that were surrounded by combat aura, took two steps backward, and waved his hand. “You are Sven, the leader of the Shabby Bandit Gang, right? You probably hate me, and it isn’t something that I can compensate for by saving you. It’s none of my business if you want revenge or do anything else. I just want information about Lady Gluttony. This woman had injured my men before she escaped. If you tell me about her, I’ll let you go.”
“Return my staff to me first.” Sven was silent for a moment and laid back down. He was not as arrogant as when he had stood up.
There were dozens of silver-tier warriors in Blackmoon Castle, and Watson was also a gold-tier warrior. The child’s hidden identity made it impossible for him to make a move too. However, he was not at the mercy of others. Watson said that they wanted to know about Lady Gluttony. He would not die if he had information in his hands.
“Allen, give him the staff.”
“Yes, Young Master Watson.”
Allen glared fiercely at Sven and left the room. A moment later, he returned with the staff and threw it at Sven casually. “You’ve got it back. Tell us what our young master wants to know.”
Sven caressed the Undead Calamity staff in his hand. After he confirmed that it was the real one, he was at a loss. His staff was a silver tier equipment, and it had something to do with a mysterious ruin. Did those people from Blackmoon Castle not want it at all? Would they give it back to him so generously?
He decided that it did not matter; he had to leave the place first.
As he made up his mind, Sven propped himself against the staff and struggled to get out of bed. “Give me a horse, the fastest one! After I leave the castle, I will write the information about Lady Gluttony on paper and place it between two marked trees. During this period, you are not allowed to send anyone to follow me.”
“Very well, I understand.” Watson smiled as he looked at Sven. “I promise you.”
..
Half an hour later.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have a horse in Blackmoon Castle. This two-winged liger is a silver-tier magical beast and is also a specialty of our castle. I’ll give it to you.”
Watson pointed at a giant, two-headed, savage-looking magical beast in front of him.
The two-headed liger spread its wings and flapped them; it looked like a tiger. Its two heads stared at Sven as saliva dripped from its fangs onto the ground. Sven was dumbstruck.
“A silver-tier magical beast—you’re giving it to me for free?”
Watson waved his hand, and a guard brought a set of shining silver-tier armor and a basket of eggs that shone with a rainbow luster.
“I forgot to tell you, the two-winged liger has a violent temper, and it’s difficult for ordinary people to control it! Since you’re injured, in order to ensure your safety, I’ll give you a set of silver-tier armor, as well as 50 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. The armor will protect you, and you can eat the eggs if you feel unwell.”
Silver-tier armor and eggs of the legendary Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs…
Swire was shocked when he saw those precious items, and he was even more shocked by Watson’s unhesitating gifts. Was he a fool or Blackmoon Castle’s young master?
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