My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start - Chapter 76
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.”
