Allen sat on the two-winged liger and looked down from above.
Two months ago, some manor owners joined forces with an elder from the Mage Guild, Folson, to attack Blackmoon Castle. However, they had managed to avert the danger with Watson’s exceptional strength. After that, the young master had experimented with gold-tier magic that caused the destruction of half the castle. Fortunately, they had been able to rebuild in only two months.
The first thing they did was to expand the area. The castle had transformed from a few kilometers in radius to dozens of kilometers.
The town also had more than a dozen manors, and each manor was connected by a road in a ring-shaped arrangement, which also included the Blackmoon Castle. Watson also told them that they would eventually build offices, hotels, and even entertainment centers—he did not want to lose out to Monte Town.
Allen had clapped his hands in agreement with Watson’s lofty ideals.
Blackmoon Castle also had a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, and they could earn about 10,000 gold coins if they were to sell the eggs daily. It was enough to cover the town’s expenses. Plus, Watson also had his fusion magic, and he could fuse weapons that were better than those iron-tier and silver-tier weapons in the market—the sum contributed to their income as well.
They mentioned that Watson’s father had already contacted the leaders of the two merchant groups in Monterey Town. They were only waiting for winter to pass before they started to trade. Furthermore, Watson also had two brothers who were merchants in Monte Town. They would not need to worry about Blackmoon Castle’s progress; they would not have any problem if they wanted to surpass Monte Town.
The Zangwill Manor that Allen had chosen was located at the edge of Blackmoon Castle. In addition, he was the captain of the Blackmoon Knights, so he would also have to patrol the town. He loved that job because he could show off his equipment to everyone.
That day, he was on his usual patrol. He did not expect to see Zeke and Zenoah’s caravan. He also saw the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang that pursued the twins. He was nervous; he knew that Watson loved his brothers. Otherwise, he would not have barged into Miles Manor for Zeke and Zenoah.
He would probably lose his position if he were to let the twins come to harm under his watch.
Allen had that thought in mind when he pushed his liger to fly faster. The beast immediately flew past the city wall and landed in front of the caravan.
“Young Master Zeke, Young Master Zenoah, it really is you.”
“Allen?”
The twins were stunned when they saw the guard, and then they were delighted. They were worried that the bandits had cornered them. Then, they remembered that Allen was a silver-tier warrior. Even if he could not defeat the bandits, he would be able to help them to escape.
“Why are you here, Allen? Aren’t you the Blackmoon Knights’ captain back at Blackmoon Castle? Did Watson move the castle here?” Zeke asked as he looked at the wall curiously.
He thought the wall looked more luxurious than the walls that Watson had built for the castle. The pitch-black wall must have been constructed with bronze-tier stones.
“We haven’t moved, Young Master Zeke! But the castle is quite far from here. You must not have heard about this, but Young Master Watson had combined the castle with ten other manors. I am currently staying at the Zangwill Manor, but it is now called the Allen Manor! And we’ve built these walls in the past two months, and we used silver-tier—”
Allen explained to everyone as if he knew everything. Before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted him.
“Silver-tier materials? Are you serious?”
“Such a magnificent wall! If it’s really made of silver-tier materials, how much is it worth?”
The people who spoke were guards who came with the twins. They stared at the wall in front of them with earnest eyes. There was a hint of greed and shock in their eyes.
“When did Watson become so extravagant to use silver-tier materials to build a wall? Is he not afraid that some people might steal some of the stones?” Zenoah was puzzled.
Silver-tier materials were scarce. For example, some ores could increase one’s spellcasting ability, but it was rare.
Allen laughed. “There’s no need to worry about that, Young Master Zenoah.”
He waved his hand. “Only silver-tier warriors will be able to break these stones, and there aren’t that many of them in the entire border. Master Watson had thought about that as well, and that’s why the wall is made of obsidian gold! This material doesn’t have any other function except that it is tough!”
Obsidian gold was called metal, but it was actually an ore. Its hardness was beyond one’s imagination. It could even withstand the attack of a gold-tier elite. That kind of ore was usually used to make drill bits for mining machines in the kingdom.
As they chatted, the bandit gang had reached them.
“Boss, that person came down from the sky on a magical beast. He seems to be the caravan group’s champion, and he seems strong too. What should we do?”
A bandit gang member in a red headscarf asked Sparrow cautiously.
Sparrow stopped his horse. He looked at the mighty two-winged liger and then at his own horse. His eyes were filled with jealousy. As the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang leader and a silver-tier warrior, he could only ride a horse, but the other party had a magical beast. Plus, it was not an ordinary magical beast, and from its aura, it looked like a bronze-tier beast; it might even be silver-tier.
Then, he looked at Aaron’s shining silver armor; it was not an ordinary item either. There was also a long sword at his waist. It might be a complete set of silver-tier equipment. Sparrow felt as if he was a country bumpkin when compared to the other party. He immediately spoke with dissatisfaction.
“What are you afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he’s only one person. We have 50 people here, and we have about ten bronze-tier warriors. Our other men will come soon too! If he’s smart, he’ll know not to cause trouble. Otherwise—” Sparrow chuckled.
With a sneer, Sparrow took a few steps forward and berated Allen. “My brother, this caravan belongs to us. If you know what’s good for you, step aside, and we’ll let you go. Otherwise, don’t blame us for not being polite.”
Allen continued to speak to Zeke and Zenoah about the obsidian gold and what Watson had been up to for the past two months. It was as if he did not even hear what Sparrow had said.
Did he ignore the bandit leader?
Sparrow’s expression darkened; he felt as if he had been mocked. No one had dared to disrespect him since he became the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang leader. “Hey, Kid, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?”
“Boss, this guy seems to be deaf!” When Allen did not respond to him, the other bandits gathered their courage and winked at their boss.
Zeke’s subordinate, Lucas, looked backward with a worried expression. “Young Masters, the bandits are shouting at us. I think they are angry from shame! Why don’t you guys leave first? I’ll cover you.”
Zeke also reacted. He was so shocked by Blackmoon Castle’s changes that he almost forgot that they were still in danger. He immediately shouted, “Allen, take everyone and leave.”
“You want to leave? Dream on!” Sparrow sneered when he realized that his opponents had finally noticed him. He took a blood-red glove covered with barbs from his waist. That was his bronze-tier weapon, Blood Bramble. Those hit by the glove would bleed to their death.
They had underestimated him, and he wanted them to pay for that.
