Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“There are 50 sets of bronze-tier armor and over 300 iron-tier weapons. Do you think that these things would send us on our way?”

Ten minutes later, Morgan stared at the pile of bloodstained equipment on the ground; he was displeased.

He did not have any complaints about the equipment. After all, a single piece of bronze-tier equipment was worth several to ten gold coins, while an iron-tier weapon was worth dozens of silver coins. Those items were worth thousands of gold coins; it was equivalent to one-tenth of his manor's total a.s.sets.

However, most of the equipment on the ground was incomplete. For example, some of the armors were missing something, and some of them had been blown to pieces. Other than a few pieces of iron plates attached to the waist, the rest of the equipment had many holes. One could not tell its defensive capabilities, but one would definitely feel the cool breeze.

It was a pile of junk.

“I'm very sorry. Unfortunately, when my men wiped out the bandit gang yesterday, they had exerted too much strength and accidentally damaged their equipment. I hope you can forgive me.”

Watson smiled as he apologized sincerely.

They should forget about the silver-tier warriors; those who had helped out the previous day also included silver-tier mages. Those items had been collected with great difficulty when they were cleaning up the battlefield.

“Young Master Watson, you're not very honest,” Jack said with a bitter smile as he bit his pipe.

Everyone knew Blackmoon Castle was powerful; else, they would not have wanted to form an alliance with them. However, even though they were powerful, they still took those items and gave them to the manor owners even though they knew that most of them had been damaged. Did Young Master Watson want to bully them?

Morgan, who had the worst temper, immediately said, “Young Master Watson, I don't like tras.h.!.+ If you can't give me compensation in good faith, then don't blame me for breaking our alliance with Blackmoon Castle.”

“Sure, then you're free to leave now.”

Watson stopped smiling and offered his hand toward Morgan.

“You—”

Morgan's face was full of rage. He was about to say something else when Watson interrupted him. “Aren't you threatening to revoke your contract with Blackmoon Castle? Don't forget that you were the ones who requested this, not us. Leave your manor; the items inside also belong to me. However, I prefer peace, so I am not willing to do that.”

When Watson spoke, he had the aura of a gold-tier warrior. It suppressed everyone there, and that included Allen. It made them feel a little breathless.

“Also, when did I say that I would give these things to you as they are now?”

Watson activated the fusion system.

He waved his right hand, and the hundreds of equipment on the ground immediately turned into streaks of light. Then, they fused and turned into a set of golden armor.

[Gold-tier G.o.d's Blessing Holy Light Armor.]

[Effect: able to resist the defense of gold-tier warriors. Upon wearing it, the user's cultivation speed will increase by 100%.]

[Additional Effects: negative resistance (eliminates hunger, dizziness, poison, and other harmful effects), transformation, magic immunity, physical immunity, light-elemental enchantment (upon wearing this armor and touching a weapon, it will release light-elemental combat aura, and the combat aura will become stronger under the sunlight).]

[Additional skills: Holy Angel Summon (after absorbing enough sunlight, can summon a holy angel with the strength of a gold-tier warrior).]

The back of the gold-tier armor was made of gilded gold with six wings, and each feather was lifelike. It was a one-piece armor—a breastplate and shoulder armor on top, and a long skirt shaped like a sharp sword for the bottom. The design was gorgeous; it looked like clothes worn by the G.o.ds in fairy tales.

“This is—”

Morgan stared at the golden armor in front of him. The wine gla.s.s in his hand fell onto the floor with a clatter, and the wine spilled all over the floor. The carpet was soaked red. “Gold-tier defensive equipment!”

The pipe in Jack's mouth also fell onto the floor; it had landed on his right shoe. It was not until it burned a hole in his magical-beast-hide boots that he reacted. He quickly picked up his pipe, and his voice trembled as he said, “It is gold-tier equipment, indeed. I am not mistaken! To be able to fuse a pile of junk and change its quality, what kind of magic is this?”

He felt like he was dreaming. He had heard that Blackmoon Castle was rich and powerful. At first, he thought that the resources in the castle were supplied by the border count. However, he finally understood that Blackmoon Castle was rich because of Watson.

Even Allen, who was fully equipped with gold-tier equipment and was used to Watson's methods, could not help but stare blankly at the young child.

“I must be hallucinating.” Christine rubbed her eyes as she moved closer to the armor. Her eyes shone brightly. Women would always be attracted to s.h.i.+ny things. When she was only one step away from the armor, Allen grabbed her hand, and she finally reacted. She stopped and turned to look at Watson as she breathed rapidly.

“Young Master Watson, do you mean to give this equipment to us? But there's only one armor. It's not enough for us to share.”

Blackmoon Castle was so powerful that they would use magic to create an illusion to fool them. It meant that everything in front of them was real. There was gold-tier armor in front of them. That was the first time she had seen gold-tier equipment in her life.

“It is up to you how you would like to share it. I just want you to know that Blackmoon Castle has the strength to protect you.”

Watson put his hands behind his back and laughed. “As for who gets this armor, it depends on which one of you offers the highest price.”

He could tell that those people were there to get benefits from him. Then he would tell those people that there were benefits, but they needed to work hard to fight for them.

“I'll go first! Young Master Watson, my manor is involved in the flesh trade, and I have many beautiful girls under me. I don't think there are that many maids in Blackmoon Castle, so why don't I send some of them to be your maids?”

Christine bit her lips, leaned close to Watson's ear, and lowered her voice.

When she saw Watson frown, she winked at him, “Young Master Watson, don't reject me yet! I have specially groomed these girls. They are virgins, and they have all kinds of talents. I guarantee that they will make all men forget about everything else but them. However, if you don't like young girls, then I can do it too.”

“Christine, you s.l.u.t, how old are you? Look at yourself in the mirror. How can Young Master Watson be interested in you? Besides, you're an old prost.i.tute. Aren't you afraid that the gold-tier armor would attract the wrong attention? Do you want to die a violent death?”

Morgan sneered, “Give me this gold-tier armor. I'm willing to pay for it with 20 bottles of 20-year-old red wine. If that's not enough, then30 bottles!”

Christine turned around in anger; she did not want to be outdone. “Morgan, you still have the nerve to say that! Who said that they didn't want the things Blackmoon Castle had given us and that they would leave if Blackmoon Castle couldn't give them better items? Go now; no one will stop you!”

“You… I said that in a fit of anger; how can you take it seriously?”

Morgan's face alternated between flushed and pale. He had only said that because he thought that was a pile of junk. He would not have acted so rashly if Watson had shown them the gold-tier equipment. He would not have left even if they broke his legs.

“Young Master Watson, I really want this armor. Do you think I can give you half of the magical beast in my manor?” Jack grabbed his pipe and raised his offer.

Watson pretended to be embarra.s.sed and hit his face with his fingers. “Your conditions are all too good. It's hard for me to agree with a specific person now. Why don't you discuss it again?”

The three manor owners looked at each other as if they were angry roosters—neither of them would let the other go. Unfortunately, they had forgotten the purpose of their visit.

“Allen, close the door and let them talk for a while.” Watson waved his hand and walked out of the hall; he indicated for Allen to follow him.

Even though he did not want too many people to know that he had mastered the fusion magic, Nightingale and the guards at the castle had seen it before, so he could no longer hide it. It was better to show it to the manor owners to shake things up a bit.

Soon, Watson and Allen left the hall, and the maids also gradually left.

When Allen closed the door, the two men and a woman immediately roared, “It's mine, this armor is mine”, “Why do you have to fight with me?”, “Dream on” and so on.

Watson dug his ears, and his expression became serious. “Allen, go and inform the Blackmoon Knights to gather outside the castle! After they are done with their quarrel, we will go to the Misty Forest and meet with Sven. We shall look for Lady Gluttony and annihilate all the bandit gangs along the way.”

The destruction of the Vermilion Manor was out of his expectations. Fortunately, only three manor owners were there to look for him. Unfortunately, it might be worse the next time. He could not keep sending them away with gold-tier equipment, and he did not have enough material anyway. The longer he dragged the issue, the more manors would suffer. He had to catch Lady Gluttony as quickly as possible.