Chapter 133: It’s About Glory, Not Flaunting
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Let’s start with the Blackmoon Knights. Lucas and those who had just joined, please step forward.”
Watson’s gaze turned toward the people who stood at the back of the Blackmoon Knights; there were about ten of them.
Lucas and the others were the guards that Zeke and Zenoah had brought with them from Monte Town. Lucas was a silver-tier elite, while the others were only bronze-tier. Therefore, they would usually need a few more months before they would advance to the silver tier.
However, Watson could not wait that long.
“Yes, Young Master Watson.” More than ten guards nodded respectfully in reply. Then, they walked up to him, knelt on one knee, and watched as Watson distributed the hybrid Phoenix eggs to them.
Lucas held the egg in his hand and felt the warm temperature emitted by the flames wrapped around it. The corners of his mouth twitched in excitement. He held the egg; he could feel a tremendous amount of life force surged into his body. It made him feel like he was on the verge of a break through to silver-tier.
“Young Master Watson, this gift is too precious. Unfortunately, I have not made any contribution to Blackmoon Castle, so I can’t accept it.”
After a moment of hesitation, Lucas spoke with gritted teeth.
If Watson had given him the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg, he would have accepted it without hesitation and rejoiced in his heart. However, the hybrid Phoenix egg was too precious.
The Phoenix was a legendary mythical beast. Its pride was no less a giant dragon. No n.o.bleman in the entire kingdom had the ability to raise it, even though Watson only had a hybrid of Phoenix.
It was also an absolute treasure. He knew that the Phoenix egg allowed people to awaken the Phoenix bloodline, and it could also revive the dead. The small egg was worth at least a thousand gold coins.
When anyone saw treasures, they would fall into greed. If they were to see an endless mountain of gold, they would be afraid. Lucas was in that state.
“Lucas, just take it. I am paying you in advance for your future salary! Right now, you are only a bronze-tier warrior; you can’t help me much. So eat that Phoenix egg and strive for a higher peak. Guard Blackmoon Castle well. I believe you can do it.”
Watson walked up to Lucas and patted him on the shoulder.
Lucas fell into silence after he heard that. Then, after a while, he stuffed the Phoenix egg into his mouth, pressed his head against the ground, and kowtowed three times to Watson. “Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Watson. I will not hesitate to shed my blood for you.”
Those words were loud and clear—it was his voice. It was his fortune that he could meet such a generous master, and he would not spare any effort to repay him.
Buzz!
After he ate the Phoenix egg, his demihuman, beast-like appearance became much gentler. He had the outline of a man. At the same time, a lot of his hair had also fallen off. A pair of fiery red wings grew out of his back and burned intensely; he flapped them gently, and it made a cras.h.i.+ng sound as if they were flowing.
“I’ve grown wings. Can I fly now?”
He flapped his wings gently and flew into the air; he looked pleasantly surprised.
Even though he had not reached the silver tier, he was only one step away. He would have needed a few months to reach silver-tier, but it had only taken him days.
He waved his fist in the air. Lucas’ fist was heavy, and it caused the air to sink as it made a m.u.f.fled bang bang sound. He felt as if he had gained a surge of divine power out of thin air. A bronze-tier warrior would only have the strength of 2,000 catties; however, his strength had exceeded 10,000 catties, which was five to six times more.
Apart from that, he also felt very comfortable. He had suffered many injuries on his body due to his profession as a mercenary. However, those injuries had all healed, so he felt very comfortable.
He thanked Watson again as he returned to the ground. His eyes seemed moist. What was the difference between a bronze-tier and a silver-tier warrior? Was it the fact that he could transform his combat aura into wings? Well, he had wings, and he was several times more powerful than an ordinary silver-tier warrior. The lack of combat aura could be made up with strength, while the lack of combat strength could be made up with experience.
He had the confidence to fight against a silver-tier warrior.
“The rest of you, eat the Phoenix eggs as well.” Watson distributed the Phoenix eggs to the other Blackmoon Knights behind Lucas; there were 15 of them.
The Blackmoon Knights who had eaten the eggs followed suit; they kowtowed to Watson to express their grat.i.tude. After they ate the Phoenix eggs, fiery red wings grew out of their backs as they floated in the air; they could not contain their joy.
When the other people saw that group of guards, they could not hide the envy on their faces—even Allen and the others were no exception.
As veteran Blackmoon Knights, they had silver-tier strength and could transform their combat aura into wings. However, who would complain about having more wings? Four wings were always faster than two wings.
Unfortunately, there were only 100 Phoenix eggs, and Young Master Watson wanted to increase the strength of those lacking. They were afraid that they would not get any.
“Lucas,” Watson said after all the 15 guards had eaten the Phoenix eggs.
“I am here, Young Master Lucas.” Lucas took a step forward.
“You must have heard that the Mage Guild’s army will arrive soon. The reason is that I had killed about ten manor owners and an elder from the Mage Guild. I do not regret my decision because they are plunderers! That is how the world works. If you don’t plunder, you will be robbed. Now that you have gained power, tell me, what is the most important thing for a warrior?”
“It’s the Guardian, Young Master Watson! We are the sword of the Guardian Master. It is our honor to be able to protect you,” Lucas shouted.
Watson nodded in satisfaction. “Lucas, remember what you said! Since you regard protecting others as an honor, don’t flaunt it.”
Strength was for glory and not for flaunting.
That was Watson’s warning to them; he did not want them to feel complacent due to the sudden improvement to their strength.
“Yes, Young Master Watson.”
Lucas and all the other guards responded in unison; their voices almost shook the sky.
“Next, the maids.”
Watson turned around to look at the housemaids led by Wendy and Capella. “Do you know what is the most important thing as a maid?”
“It’s loyalty and consideration, Young Master.” Capella was the first to speak. She glanced at Watson carefully and said, “Or is it also glory?”
“No, you don’t need any glory.”
Watson shook his head. “You are Blackmoon Castle’s maids; I don’t need you in battle. Therefore, I only need you to stay safe. You are the reason the soldiers can eat their fill and have the strength to fight! Remember, no matter what happens, your survival is the most important thing. Remember that and you can eat the Phoenix egg.”
“We understand, Young Master Watson.”
The group maids agreed in unison as their eyes sparkled with tears—Watson’s words made their hearts burn.
It was an honor for the soldiers to protect the others, and they were the ones who were protected. Therefore, they had to survive; that was their duty, and it was also the best reward for the soldiers.
Ordinary n.o.blemen thought of those maids as tools that could be discarded at any time. Only Watson treated them like human beings.
That respect was enough to make them die for him.