My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start - Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Trust In The Authority Of The Gods, Not Mercy

“That’s great, Father. You’re awake.”

“My wife is fine. That’s great! Praise the gods, no, praise Young Master Watson.”

Watson had been at the graveyard for half an hour. The cemetery had grown rather bustling at that point. Many people in aristocratic or poor attire grieved hard as they hugged and wept for their relatives who had been resurrected by Watson. They were incredibly ecstatic.

Those who had been resurrected did not comprehend the circumstances at first. Their faces were expressionless. They grew enthusiastic and could not help but praise Watson when the others around them explained the issue plainly.

“Thank you so much, Your Highness Watson, for resurrecting my wife! For the last two days, I had been consumed by the agony of losing my beloved. I had been thinking about what my son would do if he lost his mother at his age. In a nutshell, this is fantastic.”

Fawkes stood in the crowd, clutching a beautiful woman with brown hair. He could not help but lower his head in front of Watson. The woman beside him took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears and bent her head in gratitude to Watson.

That brown-haired woman was Fawkes’ wife, who had been murdered by an elven elite during the elves’ invasion. Fawkes asked her a few more private questions after she was resurrected. He stated unequivocally that she was his wife. Despite the fact that his wife was the last to be resurrected because he suspected Watson, the joy in his heart convinced him not to pursue the subject.

At the same time, he resolved that he would never question Watson again for fear of Watson’s retaliation.

“Young Master Watson, I had a few casualties at home. Can you help me resurrect them? In fact, our family is short of funds and doesn’t have the money to buy a cemetery plot. Therefore, only our father, who has a noble title, is buried here.”

“The same goes for our family.”

Someone from the revived people’s families suppressed his joy and asked Watson.

“Of course.” Watson nodded.

“That’s great!”

Many folks who were not dressed well all excitedly waved their fists.

Those noblemen who did not lack money were swayed by their talk.

“My father has been dead for over ten years, Your Highness Watson. His graveyard has always been a part of our family. I have been missing him a lot lately and longing to meet him. I am curious if you can bring back those who died more than ten years ago.” A large-bellied nobleman tidied his tie, his gaze flickering.

Just as he finished speaking, another nobleman rolled his eyes and said, “You’re resurrecting your father just to seize the property from his hands, right? I heard that your father transferred a portion of the family’s property before he died. Right? You want him to ask about the whereabouts of that property, right?”

“No, don’t talk nonsense.”

The nobleman who was questioned tried their hardest to contradict it, but their feeble demeanor did not convince the crowd.

“Ignore that person, Your Highness Watson. I lost Petals three years ago, and I’ve been crying and hoping to see her again. Now is the time to seize the chance. I am willing to pay 1000 gold pieces to restore the fortress city if you can assist me in resurrecting my darling Petals.” A voluptuous lady buried her face with her hands as she spoke.

The male companion beside her had a puzzled expression. “Petals? Who is that? I’ve never heard of such a person in your family.”

“That was before I married you. By the way, Petals is my dog. ”

Many noblemen begged Watson to help them resurrect their families. Some were willing to pay a premium price, and the price swiftly climbed from 1,000 gold coins to 10,000 gold coins. Those people’s voices drowned out the commoners who had before implored Watson for assistance. They waved their arms uncomfortably, not daring to speak.

Watson, meanwhile, scratched his ears at the rowdy noblemen, his head riddled with black lines.

“Resurrecting a father who has been deceased for almost ten years in order to grab the family estate? There are even others who wish to resurrect their pet dogs. What exactly is this? The demands of those noblemen are far too absurd.”

He could understand if it was to resurrect a dead relative to meet them. However, he could not agree to resurrect something that was not even human for the sake of benefits; the resurrection spell was not something that could be used casually. After all, human’s resources were fixed. The more people resurrected, the greater the consumption.

After a brief moment of thought, Watson stated solemnly, “I am sorry, I can’t consent to your request unless you increase the fee.”

“Increase the price? Your Highness Watson, just tell us how much you want us to increase the price. ”

“Ten million gold coins. No matter who you want to resurrect, animals or anything else, it’s the same price.”

“That… that price is too high.”

Some people looked troubled after hearing Watson’s words. Ten million gold coins was an amount that many families could not offer even if they sold all their assets. It even required several families to work together to afford it.

Watson had resurrected many people for free, so they thought he would not request a higher price. They did not expect Watson to be so generous.

“The process is also a challenge for me. I assisted everyone in resurrecting their loved ones for free because they died in the fight with the elves. I admire them! You must provide me with a sufficient payment if you wish to resurrect people for your own selfish objectives. Is that not quite reasonable?

Watson took a look around and spoke each phrase firmly, “I truly like the saying—always believe in a god’s authority, not his pity. If you believe I will assist you for free, you are mistaken.”

“His Highness Watson meant that we are lacking in consideration.”

After a little while, the several noblemen gazed at one another and bowed their heads in shame. They did intend to use Watson as a scapegoat. They had developed a kind of reverence for Watson when they were exposed. He was definitely an adolescent, but he seemed to have the ability to look through people’s hearts, instilling fear in them from the bottom of their souls.

“Oh, Your Highness Watson, I think the proverb you just spoke is weird. I am curious as to which individual in the kingdom stated that.” After a little pause, someone raised their hand and inquired.

Watson pointed at himself. “I said it.”

“So you made it up?”

The noblemen rolled their eyes but remained silent. Although Watson’s adage did not come from the lips of a wise man, it was intriguing and might make them ponder carefully.

“Always believe in the gods’ authority, not their pity. Watson has the ability to speak words that even I can’t.”

King Landhar III rubbed his chin and chewed on what Watson had just said as he stood near the audience. His expression was solemn.

He did not see the ministers, except for a few generals patrolling around him. Those ministers had already been dispatched back through the Dragon Palace Network when the Elven Kingdom’s army retreated to keep the royal city running normally. King Landhar III intended to accompany them, but he insisted on staying, and the ministers had no choice but to agree.

“I hoped to wait here to watch what kind of attack the Elven Kingdom would unleash, but I was surprised to hear something unexpected! If Watson becomes King of the Holy Dragon Kingdom, he will undoubtedly be a good ruler.”

King Landhar III regarded Watson with satisfaction, but his expression was soon obscured by profound darkness that grew hollow and scary.

“It is a shame that such a setup is doomed to fail.”