Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Watson sat by the banquet hall’s window, peering out at the clouds through the glass. When he noticed the people below, he smiled and handed a contract to Sylvan, who sat across from him.
“Lord Sylvan, this is the contract for Blackmoon Town to rule the border and merge the other four towns with the Fairy Castle. From today onward, everyone at the border, including every blade of grass and every tree, will be under my command. If you have no objections, then sign the contract.”
The Pen of Truth had helped him to write the contract. After writing it, the pen flew to Antonio’s side and pierced his arm to suck some blood.
Antonio sat on the chair, still maintaining his handsome face. He opened and closed his mouth before he said, “Watson, you’re killing me!” His body trembled occasionally, and his eyes looked at the ceiling listlessly.
Watson did not show mercy to him because he was his master. Instead, he squeezed him to the end, which made Antonio unable to make wishes for a long time in the future. Otherwise, he would have a mental breakdown.
Other than the gods, no one could bear the pain of jumping between life and death.
Fortunately, Watson had fused more than 100,000 Wish for the World rings. Everyone in Blackmoon Town was equipped with one ring each, and some even had ten rings. He had also replaced the two rings that he had used to help Antonio recover his youthful looks.
He stretched his right hand and knocked on the table gently as he dragged his face with his other hand. Watson made a cute expression, and the rings on his ten fingers shone with a sense of oppression.
Watson could see his current self through the mirror in the banquet hall’s corner. His brown hair was shiny and sleek, and his azure eyes were flecked with stars. He was clad in a stunning black robe and held some platinum-tier items in his hands.
In comparison to when he first transmigrated to that world, he was not only more powerful and had obtained many things, but he had also developed mentally and physically; it had only taken him a little more than a year to do that.
A moment later, as he lamented about that, he heard a sound before a familiar voice said, “Watson, you did not even inform me you were coming back. You really made me sad. And the border count is sitting opposite you! Watson, the hero, confronted the evil Lord Sylvan, who controlled the border. They fought on the summit of a limitless snow mountain. In the end, Watson destroyed the snow mountain. That story looks pretty good.”
When Watson turned around, he discovered that his sixth sister, Margaret, had arrived at his side without his knowledge. She was writing on a stack of pale golden goatskin parchment with a fine quill pen. It was more like sketching than writing. The quill pen tip brushed across the goatskin parchment, producing white scratches.
Margaret had not changed much since more than a month ago. She still had a lot of baby fat. Her exposed arms and thighs looked meaty, and there were subtle dark circles around her eyes. She yawned as she was writing.
“The evil count? A fight on the summit of the snowy mountain?”
The border count had just received the contract when he heard Margaret’s voice. He raised his head in puzzlement.
“Margaret, come here quickly. How can you be so disrespectful to the border count?”
Vincent accompanied Edward, Catherine, and Scarlet as they walked into the banquet hall. A few maids skillfully closed the door behind them. Vincent was the one who spoke, and his eyes were filled with hopelessness as he stared at Margaret.
His sister, whom he had wanted to summon but had been unable to do so, had appeared there on her own. When he saw Watson and the others were home, he had wanted to invite everyone to a banquet. He had not expected Watson to command Blackmoon Town’s defense system to exterminate a large bunch of goldbiter rats. Furthermore, the entire Blackmoon Town had transformed considerably after a cycle of fusion.
Watson had already led Sylvan and Antonio into the banquet hall when he recovered from his shock. He could only invite his parents. On the way, he saw that he was clutching the ring he had just received. Scarlet, who was standing in the corridor to make a wish, yelled out as well. He did not invite Margaret, but she had walked right in front of everyone.
Margaret stood behind Watson as she composed a story, and the story’s substance was slightly relevant to Sylvan at the time. He could not help but be concerned about Margaret. Watson was obviously talking to Sylvan about something. It would be awkward if Sylvan became enraged as a result of Margaret’s word.
Edward had the same thoughts.
As he straightened the white flower on his garment, he approached rapidly behind Sylvan, removed his white glove, and offered out his right hand. “Lord Sylvan, my name is Edward Gehry, and I am an unrated noble. Welcome, my lord! I wonder if you have any plans and if you intend to stay for a long time, my lord. If possible, please extend your stay so we can continue to host you.”
He had only recently met the kingdom’s best mage. Then, he encountered the kingdom’s most powerful mage. Even the King would find it impossible to meet both men at the same time. Edward sighed inwardly.
“Hello, Baron Edward. It looks like there’s no need for me to introduce myself! The main reason I am here at this time is to discuss cooperation with Watson. That contract—”
Sylvan shook the contract in his hand. Edward interrupted him before he could continue. “Lord Sylvan, may I take a look at that contract?”
“Of course.”
Sylvan handed the contract to Edward with a weird expression.
Watson had been in control of the family’s affairs for quite some time. However, he was still a child. He had already suffered losses at the hands of the border count before that. Leaving Margaret’s case aside, he needed to investigate such a significant business transaction with the border count. What if the border count made an outlandish proposition that Watson wished to reject but did not dare to do so?
With that in mind, Edward looked at the contract in his hand. At a glance, he was stunned. He saw a few clauses written in the contract.
First, Blackmoon Town was the nominal ruler of the border. It had the right to mobilize border personnel and use all its resources.
Second, Blackmoon Town would be the largest town on the border with Sylvan’s authorization. The other four towns would have to submit to Blackmoon Town.
Third, the right to explain the above content would ultimately belong to Blackmoon Town.
Edward rubbed the space between his brows. Before he could finish reading, his blood pressure had already increased.
He had initially believed that the contract’s content was not very advantageous to Blackmoon Town. He had not anticipated the content was the exact reverse of what he had expected. The agreement also said that Blackmoon Castle would rule over Fairy Castle and Sylvan would be Watson’s aide, which surprised him even more.
Sylvan spoke just as he was ready to ask about it. “Watson, I accept the terms of the contract you drafted. But I have a modest request. Could you please give me one of the diamond-tier magical staff you have just fused?”
“Of course.”
Watson smiled. “Other than the one given to my master, I plan to leave the rest of the diamond-tier magical staff in Blackmoon Town to make potted plants or give them to the Golden Flash and Emperor Cluck to make their nests. Since you want one, you may have it before you leave.”
Potted plants?
“Watson, you’re using the gift you gave me to make potted plants? To think that I did not hesitate to use my lifespan to help you fuse so many platinum-tier items!”
When Antonio, slumped in his chair, heard that, he leaped up and spoke angrily. He slammed the newly acquired staff on the table. Then he reacted and carefully examined it to ensure that it was not broken. The corner of Sylvan’s mouth twitched before he exhaled a breath of relief. “Watson, can you make a more powerful item?”
If Watson could create a stronger magical staff, he would not want that one.
“Master, Lord Sylva, you have misunderstood me. I can’t create a stronger magic staff. The Pen of Truth said that the magical staff would be one of the strongest magical staff in the kingdom in the next year. That proves that I can’t create a stronger tool in at least a year.” Watson shrugged.
He was not lying. However, he did not have the same thoughts as Sylvan.
He could make platinum or diamond-tier tools with the fusion technique and the Wish for the World ring. However, at that moment, they had sufficient items in Blackmoon Town. If he were to make a wish, he could multiply the number of those tools in a matter of days.
The rarer the item, the more valuable it was. When there were too many of a certain thing, no one would think that they were valuable, even if they were very precious.
After he determined that Watson was not lying, Sylvan paused for a while before he summoned the Pen of Truth to him. He signed his name after he added the clause for Watson to give him a diamond-tier item. Then, at the top of the contract, the Pen of Truth spat forth a ball of red viscous liquid, which was utilized as the ink paste to bind the contract.
Sylvan stood up and reached out to Watson, who sat opposite him. “Watson, I will fulfill the terms of your contract, and you must fulfill mine! I believe you will not go back on your words. As a sign of our amicable collaboration, I shall first bring your appointment as the border ruler to the attention of the other four towns, so they will know what to do.”
After he said that, Sylvan took four magic scrolls engraved with some mysterious words from his robe. He rubbed them gently with his hands, and the magic scrolls immediately burned into ashes.
At the same time, Gerant and Moriarty were in the carriage. They were a day away from Blackmoon Town.
“Argh! It’s hot.”
Gerant patted the flames on his tie and then took a scroll from his pocket. It was called a communication scroll. Sylvan had given that to him after he became the town mayor. It enabled them to contact each other when there was an emergency.
He was not the only one who had that scroll. The other three towns also had it.
“That looks like it is a gold-tier communication scroll. The transmission range is as far as the entire border. The border count must have given that to you. Tell me what he wrote.” Moriarty straightened his body calmly.
Gerrard did not answer him. He only stared coldly at the scroll that had been burnt to ashes.
“I’m talking to you. Did you not hear me?” Moriarty was a little displeased. The temperature of the entire carriage dropped by a few degrees. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the glowing words that appeared in the ashes. He was also stunned.
There was only one sentence.
[All mayors at the border, including Monte Town, must head to Blackmoon Castle immediately upon receiving this message. From today onward, Blackmoon Castle will become the ruler of the border. All the towns will be under their command. Fairy Castle will also cooperate with them. Anyone who violates this rule will be expelled from the border. The address of Blackmoon Castle is as follows…]