NOVEL NEXT Chapter 64 - Completion Not Guaranteed
Chapter 64: Completion Not Guaranteed
Wilber Liszt Manor.
“Have you found the woman named Nightingale?”
Wilber sat in the living room when he asked the two guards.
Previously, there was a strange fluctuation in the sky; it was as if something had changed. He did not find anything weird, so he did not care about it. Since the border count sent him the news, he had asked the farmers to disperse; each of them had sent men to inquire about Nightingale. As soon as they had found the border count’s subordinate, they would set up an ambush and wait for the bounty mage, who would arrive in two days.
“Master, we learned that Miss Nightingale is in Blackmoon Castle.”
What?
“Miss Nightingale has snuck into Blackmoon Castle? That was fast.” Wilber tapped his fingers with a gloomy face. Miss Nightingale was the border count’s subordinate. Why would she be in Blackmoon Castle? Did the border count want to build a relationship with Blackmoon Castle? No, if that were the case, he would not send people to support them. Perhaps the count wanted Miss Nightingale to choose.
Wilber thought about that. As the owner of a manor, he was not a fool. He knew about the nobles’ dirty water. Since the border count had sent Miss Nightingale long ago to Blackmoon Castle, it was apparent that he wanted to recruit them. Nightingale was probably there to destroy them if they did not comply.
That must have been the border count’s plan. He would not be at a disadvantage no matter what happened.
“The border count can make a backup plan, but I don’t have that luxury! Send someone to contact Miss Nightingale later. Be careful not to let anyone from Blackmoon Castle find out. Forget it; I’ll write her a letter. Just say that I’ll prepare 1,000 gold coins as her reward.”
Wilber looked troubled after he had written the letter.
A thousand coins was not a small amount for him, but he was willing to pay the price if he could destroy Blackmoon Castle.
The guards took the letter and said, “Yes, Master.” Then, they left the manor. Wilber stood up and paced the floor. His gloomy face was covered with a layer of laughter. “Watson and Blackmoon Castle—you’re finished! No matter what the border count thinks, I will destroy you when I get Nightingale to my side! The count is hundreds of kilometers away, so he can’t do anything about it.”
Wilber’s gloomy laughter echoed in the hall.
Meanwhile, at Blackmoon Castle’s training field.
Watson performed the teleportation technique for everyone.
Teleportation was the symbol of a gold-tier warrior. After he had advanced to the gold tier, he had to try it.
At that moment, a faint, gray fog emerged from under his feet. It left clear footprints on the training field ground. Then he appeared about ten meters away with a swoosh. Then, with another stomp, he appeared on the other side several meters away; his speed was so fast no one could catch him.
Nightingale had mastered the dark-elemental combat aura. Her speed was not swift, but she could turn herself into a shadow, which was quite strange. She could appear behind her enemy unpredictably. In terms of speed, she was not as fast as Watson.
The chaotic-elemental combat aura that Watson had mastered was stronger than the dark-elemental combat aura. He did not touch anything when he teleported, but the huge rock in his trajectory had disappeared so mysteriously like a piece of paper that an eraser had wiped.
The guards were stunned; they swallowed their saliva.
“Is that Young Master Watson’s current strength? He’s too strong. I feel that this is beyond the scope of an ordinary gold-tier warrior. I wonder who is more powerful? Is it Young Master Watson or Miss Nightingale?”
Nightingale stared at the place where Watson had teleported and frowned deeply. She had taught him dark-elemental combat aura, so she knew everything about it.
She should have known that would happen.
She felt that the combat aura in Watson’s body was completely different from what she had taught him.
Were there really geniuses in the world who not only could master what they learned but also innovate their skills?
“Well, don’t just stand there and watch. I’m almost done with my training. It’s your turn next!” Watson wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to walk toward Blackmoon Castle. He was ready to let Wendy prepare a bath for him.
As the chaotic-elemental combat aura was relatively special, he was afraid that he would hurt other people when he teleported, so he told them to watch from the side. He had a general understanding of his own strength, so it was time for his subordinates to continue their training.
As they watched Watson leave, everyone looked at him as if he were a monster in human skin. Their gazes at him were very strange.
Someone exclaimed, “Young Master Watson’s talent is too shocking. When can I become a gold-tier warrior like him?”
Someone else said, “I think I can become a gold-tier warrior, but it’s impossible for me to be like Young Master Watson.”
Watson returned to the castle amidst the crowd’s exclamations. After Wendy had prepared the bath for him, he laid in the spacious tub for a long time to get rid of his fatigue.
After that, it was dinnertime; Watson was very quiet at the dining table.
Besides his family members who accompanied him daily, Allen, Liszt, Wendy and Nightingale were also at the dining table. However, it was not a peaceful meal as everyone at the table continued to ask Watson about his advancement to the gold tier.
“Watson, I heard you were lucky enough to fuse the light and dark combat aura and advance to gold tier?”
Vincent’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Eldest Brother, you don’t have to be so surprised; I got lucky, that’s all,” Watson replied.
Vincent had a strange look in his eyes; no one knew what was in his mind, so he did not say anything else about it.
When he realized that he had managed to muddle through the conversation, Watson lowered his head and ate his rice.
Then, Scarlet, who was chewing her food, looked at him with a strange look. “Are you sure that you have fused your light and dark combat aura to advance? Are you sure that fusing these two types of combat aura will allow one to advance in rank?”
“I’m not sure.”
Most people would not be able to advance after they fused their combat aura. On the contrary, they might even be in danger. Perhaps he could do that easily because he had the system.
Edward, his father, sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. Instead, he stared at Watson. “Watson, are you sure you’ve reached gold tier now?”
“I’ve told you many times. Why don’t you believe me?”
Watson looked like he was about to break down. After dinner, his family still pestered him and asked him all sorts of questions.
Nightingale was still with them until she heard a strange sound; her ears twitched.
Nightingale hid in the shadows; she avoided Watson and the others before she gradually disappeared from the castle’s blind spot.
Outside the castle, a man dressed as a farmer looked into the compound sneakily; he hesitated as he thought about whether he should go in.
Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“You are Miss Nightingale, aren’t you? I’m Master Wilber’s man. He hopes that you can help us attack Blackmoon Castle. He is willing to give you 1,000 gold coins. He also said that this is the border count’s order.”
The farmer took a letter from his pocket; Wilber had signed it.
Nightingale took it and read it carefully. The corners of her lips curved into a mocking and disdainful smile. “Go back and tell your master that I’ve accepted his request, but I can’t guarantee that I can complete it! Tell him to send the money as soon as possible in the next two days.”
If Nightingale had gone to Wilber Liszt Manor first, and if she had not eaten a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg, or if Watson had not advanced to gold tier, then she might have made a different decision. Unfortunately, there were no ifs in the world.