Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At night, Miles Manor.
Master Miles held a feast that night. The meat and rice noodles that Zeke and Zenoah had painstakingly collected had all been cooked. Each farmer’s face was ruddy, and they held wine glasses while wolfing down meat in large mouthfuls.
“Master Miles is rarely this generous. It’s the first time our master has treated everyone to a meal, isn’t it?” a farmer asked drunkenly.
“This is what you call generous? Don’t you know our master’s personality? The reason he treated everyone to this meal was because he had sent people out this morning to spread news and inquire about the two little swindlers in the dungeon. He finally got all that information.”
“What did he find out?”
“That these two little swindlers are the third and fourth children of a certain abject baron’s family. This family doesn’t come from any background, and it’s very likely that they’re the ones who have the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken! Master Miles is about to bring someone to destroy that family tomorrow. He’s going to bring back the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken,” said a farmer next to him who was obviously aware of the situation. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth when he spoke.
“No wonder Master was so generous. He’s going to be rich when he gets the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken. Master wants to shut our mouths with this meal,” the others helplessly said similar words.
Everyone knew that Master Miles was very stingy. Whenever they did farm work in the past, half of their wages were frequently deducted for every small mistake that they made. He even paid their wages in eight instalments and never even treated anyone to a meal before.
On that occasion, Miles clearly knew that his actions were abhorrent and he did not want anyone to go out and talk about it.
“He wants to send us off with a meal and he doesn’t even want to give us a few eggs? Master Miles is as stingy as ever!”
The group of people cursed in their hearts, but they still raised their wine glasses and clinked with each other.
“I’m still as generous as ever. These guys should be grateful to me for having free meat to eat.”
Miles sat in the main seat and gulped down his wine.
His original intention of having people spread rumors during the day was to lure Zeke and Zenoah’s family out. He did not expect to receive news of that poor baron, who was staying just over ten miles away. Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken that Miles had always dreamed of could finally be in his possession as early as the next morning.
“Master, what should we do with the two boys in the dungeon? They haven’t eaten for almost a day. Should we send them some food?”
A guard asked Miles tactfully from one side.
“Send them my foot! They’re useless now. Bring a some men over to kill those boys after the meal. Remember to do it cleanly.”
Miles waved his hand. Ever since they managed to get the information, keeping Zeke and Zenoah around would mean that they had two extra mouths to feed. It would be better to kill them. After their bodies rotted, they could still be used as fodder, and their waste could be recycled. Miles did not take long to think about what would happen after Zeke and Zenoah’s death.
“Also, let these farmers drink more wine and eat less meat. It’s not like meat grow on trees. They don’t even work hard on normal days and only know how to eat.”
“Yes, Master.”
The guard nodded. Just as he was about to carry the wine glass down and get the farmers drunk so that the master would need to worry that much, a slender figure bumped into him all of a sudden.
Plop!
The wine spilled all over the guard’s body after being knocked down. The guard turned his head while cursing and discovered that the person who bumped into him was a young boy wearing coarse clothes. His face was fair and clean, and he was about ten-yeas-old. Below the boy’s brown hair was a pair of sky-blue eyes that rivalled the ocean’s blue color, and those eyes were looking straight at him with a cute smile on his lips.
The boy’s body was quite well-built compared to children of a similar age, but he was far inferior to an adult. The guard’s first thought was to wonder how a kid could have such great strength. He then turned his head in anger and said, “Damn it, who brought this child in here? I’ll ask again, whose child does he belong to? Bring him home right now. Aren’t you afraid that Master Miles will deduct your wages?”
As soon as his voice fell, the farmers who were still drinking stopped what they were doing and the surroundings fell into silence.
It was rare for Miles to treat them to a meal, and they would never dare to bring their families over. Such an act was an unforgivable sin in the eyes of the stingy Master Miles.
“Whose child is this? He’s quite good-looking.”
“David, this kid has a head of brown hair. Could he be your son? I heard that your family has a ten-year-old child.”
The farmers looked at each other and fixed their gazes on a middle-aged man with brown hair and a big beard.
The big-bearded middle-aged man was shocked, he cursed, “Cut the crap. You’re suspecting me just because of our same hair color? There are many people with the same hair color. Why don’t you look at the other features? My eyes are green and this little guy’s eyes are blue. Is that what you call the same?”
Looking up at the youth in front of him, David continued, “And this little guy is so good-looking. I can never father such a beautiful son.”
Miles also stared at the child who had sneaked in without anyone noticing. He frowned, stood up, and shook the wine glass in his hand. “Whose child is it? Don’t any of you recognize it? If no one recognizes it, everyone’s wages will be deducted by half this month.”
He was feeling heartbroken for these farmers who were eating and drinking so much, and now he had an excuse.
“David, just admit it. This is definitely your child.”
“Why should I acknowledge it!” David was anxious. He was pulled back by the people around him and kept trying to comfort him, “It’s better for you to deduct your wages alone than have everyone else’s wages deducted! The Master’s old habit of being stingy is acting up again. He’s clearly looking for an excuse to exploit us. Just bear with it. We’ll share our wages with you if worse comes to worse.”
After being persuaded a few times, David was somewhat moved. He thought that there was no harm in acknowledging that he had such a handsome son, so he immediately waved his hand.
Before he could speak, however, the boy had already smiled and said, “Miles, right? You’re the one who captured my third and fourth siblings. I originally wanted to spare your life! Now that I know you’re not a good person, I don’t have to think that much anymore. Do you have any last words? You’d best be saying them as quickly as possible, because this will be the last time you’ll speak.”
What did that kid say?
Last words?
The kid must have gone mad if he dared to speak to Master Miles like that.
…
Watson stared at miles and his eyes lit up.
That morning, Watson comforted his family after learning about the news of his third and fourth siblings’ kidnapping. He then spread his Phoenix Wings and flew all the way to the nearby manor and asked around for information. Coincidentally, he bumped into Miles having a banquet and thus sneaked in.
After observing for some time, he finally got to know what kind of person Miles was. The man was so miserly as though his life depended on it and he squeezed his farmers dry. In addition, he wanted to kill Watson’s two siblings too, which ignited the Watson’s killing intent.
Every human would be triggered by certain things. As a transmigrator, it was inevitable that Watson was lonely in that strange world, but he was fortunate to have a big family by his side, which warmed his heart.
His family was his trigger. Anyone who touched it would die.
“How dare you! Men, take this brat down for me!”
Miles was so angry that his body was trembling. With a wave of his hand, more than ten guards immediately appeared outside. The guard who had just been knocked down by Watson was the first to walk up with a cold smile. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Watson. “How dare you speak to Master like that. I won’t go easy on you even if you’re just a child. Be good…”
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out. Before the guard could finish his sentence, his lower abdomen was struck in lightning-quick manner by a red light. He flew back a few meters and landed heavily on the ground. His eyes were wide open in disbelief as he looked at the flaming wings on the boy’s back.
“Combat aura wings, he’s a Silver-tier powerhouse!”
Aside from him, the other farmers who carried tables, chairs, and benches were also stunned. Even Miles had his mouth wide open and completely lost for words.
Goodness! To think that such a young child was actually a Silver-tier powerhouse.
“Miles, get over here and face your death.”
Watson calmly made a come-hither movement. Miles was no longer as arrogant as before, and let out a terrified voice from his throat. Cold sweat dripped down his face while his hands and feet trembled non-stop like a drowning person.
