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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
During the battle between Watson and Wesley.
Inside Edward's bedroom, on the third floor of a small house not far from the chicken farm, Edward and Catherine held onto the windowsill as they looked at the flames in the distance. They could not help but click their tongues.
"I didn't expect our eighth child to be that powerful. He actually defeated a group of Iron-tier warriors by himself. He didn't even use combat aura! In my opinion, his current strength has already reached the level of a Bronze-tier warrior. He's one of the best among them."
Edward shook his head and gasped.
Catherine lay in his arms and nodded."Yes, it's a pity if this kid doesn't cultivate to become a warrior, but he's already learning magic. Becoming a mage is more well-regarded than becoming a warrior."
"Mage and warrior are two professions that don't conflict. You can learn them at the same time."
"Edward, this doesn't sound like something you'll say. Why, do you want to personally guide Watson? Although you were also a Gold-tier warrior back then, your combat aura was crippled when you left the Saint Laurent family..." Catherine lowered her head, as if she remembered something sad.
"It's all in the past. Why are you bringing that up?"
Edward stroked his wife's hair and his gaze became somewhat dim."Those old men at home don't do things by the rules. I can't stand them when they don't let me say anything, so my only choice was to run away! My current life is much better. With you around and so many children at home, I'm already very happy in this life. It's better to live a little more bitterly than to completely throw my life away."
Edward seemed to have thought of something when he continued, "Originally, of the children at home, the eldest and the second were the ones I had the most hopes for. I didn't expect that Watson would actually be the most outstanding one. Even I can't understand this child! I deliberately took out Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken's eggs to entertain those people scheming people because I wanted to test them."
"You still have the cheek to say that."
Catherine pouted her pink lips in a reproachful manner."You're a father. How could you put your child in danger just because you can't figure something out? I'll fight you to the death if anything happens to Watson."
"Isn't everything fine now?"
Edward smiled embarrassedly and then puffed out his chest, "And I don't believe that you have no suspicions at all. Watson said that all the hens disappeared from home because the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken came over, but I walked around and didn't find any traces of the hen escaping. No one in the nearby farms saw our chickens. Have those chickens all flown away Moreover, Watson clearly couldn't cultivate magic, but he suddenly became a mage. He must be hiding some secrets."
"Who doesn't have a few secrets in this world? Watson is our child. As long as he's happy, that's more important than anything else."
"You're right, my lovely wife. Watson has become so outstanding because of God's blessing! We can't let down the God's good intentions. We must work hard and make love. Perhaps the next child will be even more outstanding than Watson."
Edward chuckled and reached out to hug Catherine. He walked towards the bed and heard his wife exclaiming in his embrace, "It's daytime. Can you take a break? The attic with the cracked roof hasn't been repaired yet."
"We'll find some other time to repair it. Life is very short. We have to seize the time and give Watson a younger sister so that he can experience the joy of being an older brother."
"You just said all that because you want it, right?"
"It's all the same, it's all the same."
"Aumhhh... Oh God, be gentle. You're hurting me..."
Squeaking wooden planks could soon be heard from the bedroom along with unabashed moaning.
...
Watson retracted the fiery red wings to his back and reached behind to touch himself. Apart from the two holes in his clothes, there was nothing else on his smooth back. He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Phoenix Wings could be retracted or released. Otherwise, he was terrified of constantly being treated as a Silver-tier warrior.
"Watson, you..."
Vincent's hand trembled slightly as he held his huge sword.
What did he just see? Watson transformed his combat aura into wings and defeated the few people in front of him with a wave of his hand. If he who was about to become a Bronze-tier warrior was praised as a genius, then what should his brother be called? A monster?
"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Watson turned his head.
"Little Brother, when did you learn combat aura and become a Silver-tier warrior? Why I didn't know about it?" Holding back the shock in his heart, Vincent complained in some dissatisfaction, "Seriously, Father didn't even send someone to inform me about such an important matter."
Why would he have gone out to work if he knew that Watson was a Silver-tier warrior? A person who became a Silver-tier warrior at the age of ten would become a Gold-tier or Platinum-tier powerhouse in the future. Only one such genius existed every ten years in the entire Holy Dragon Kingdom, not to mention the fact that their area was a remote area on the eastern border of the Holy Dragon Kingdom.
Watson would definitely be treated as a 'boy wonder' there and would be fought over by all the big farms. Vincent did not need to go so far as to put himself through all that trouble just to get married and end up harming his own family.
"I just recently cultivated and Father doesn't know either! Let's not talk about this for now. What are you going to do with these thieves, Big Brother?"
Watson smiled shyly and gave his big brother a look, indicating that there were still people in front of him.
Vincent came back to his senses and stabbed the huge sword in his hand into the ground. He swept his gaze across Wesley's group with a complicated expression.
Those people were all his former colleagues. Although they looked down on him, he did not resent them that much. He most certainly would not be able to return to the farm after all that had happened, and he could not kill those people either. After all, everyone in the farm knew that they had followed him home, and if none of them returned, the blame would fall squarely on Vincent.
What should he do?
Seeing Vincent's silence, the other four guards—aside from the unconscious Wesley—began to panic. They thought that the other party was going to kill them to silence them, so they all knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Vincent, my brother, we drank together before. Have you forgotten? You mustn't kill me. This was Captain Wesley's idea. He was greedy for your chicken. We just couldn't resist him."
"Yeah, my wife was pregnant recently too. She's still waiting for me to go back and hold the baby! I'll do anything as long as you let me go."
The group of people hated Wesley to death. The family was kind enough to give them a place to stay and even fed them precious eggs. How could they be so ungrateful?
They raised their heads to look at Watson, then lowered their heads again.
The Silver-tier powerhouse of a boy seemed very kind.
"Watson, these people didn't commit any serious mistakes. Let them go back. They can explain everything to the farm, " Vincent said hesitantly.
"Okay, I'll listen to Big Brother."
"Why aren't you guys leaving yet? Go back and tell Master Liszt about this. Tell him that Wesley became unreasonable and wanted to covet my family's property. He has already been punished by my eighth sibling. From today onward, I have nothing to do with the farm. The care given to me by Master in the past is now even after what happened."
Vincent turned his head and snorted coldly. The four guards hurriedly got up and dragged the fainted Wesley as they prepared to leave.
"Wait."
At this moment, Watson reached out to stop them. The four guards were on the verge of tears."What else do you want to do?"
"The death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment can not be escaped. Leave your armor, swords, and valuables behind."
Watson waved his hand, and the four guards looked at each other. What else could they do when a Silver-tier powerhouse had spoken? They immediately took off everything down to their underpants only, leaving behind armor, swords, and some copper and silver coins. They pulled Wesley, who did not even leave his underpants behind, and fled in a panic.
"Watson, aren't you going a little too far? Why don't you leave a piece of clothing for them? What if they get angry from the humiliation and want to take revenge after going back?" Vincent was a little worried when he looked at the enemy's departing figure.
"Big Brother, do you think they won't take revenge if we don't do anything? Showing mercy to an enemy is cruel to yourself, " Watson said casually.
As if surprised that Watson could say such things, Vincent looked at his younger brother from head to toe. After a long while, his serious face softened and he reached out to hug Watson, "You're still so young, and you already know so much. How much suffering have you gone through? It's all Big Brother's fault for going astray these years and not taking good care of you. Don't worry, I won't leave again this time."
"No, Big Brother..."
"What do you mean no? Don't lie to Big Brother. As the saying goes, only those who suffer will mature early. You're already very mature. You must have experienced a hellish amount of stress. Big Brother will work hard to make up for it and allow you to return to your past innocence."
Watson was almost suffocated by the hug. He looked at his big brother shouting and crying, then suddenly felt the warmth of close familial ties. He raised his arm and put it down, "Okay, okay, I understand. You can let go now, Big Brother. We haven't counted the spoils left behind by those people!"
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