Allen tidied up his newly bought clothes and had an irrepressible smile on his face.
Beside him stood many guards who had come to Blackmoon Castle to apply for a job, and he was one of them. Unlike the others, or rather, the advantage he had over the others, was due to having known Watson for a long time.
"When Lord Watson left Miles Manor the last time, he only took six farmers with him. I didn't have the chance to come along then, so no matter what it takes, I must become a member of this place," Allen muttered softly.
He had been very happy in Miles Manor for the past month. Ever since Miles died, more than ten guards and dozens of farmers had listened to his commands in the huge manor, allowing him to experience the joy of being a master.
"I caught a total of two hundred magical beast cubs this month. I can take this opportunity to offer them to Lord Watson!"
As Allen muttered, he glanced at the castle in front of him with a face full of undisguised envy. "I didn't expect Lord Watson to build such a magnificent building at the border in just a few days! Sigh, if it were possible, I would have insisted and changed places with those farmers."
If he could live in such a gorgeous building, he would rather give up his status as the head of the guards in Miles Manor. Being the head of the guards was nothing. Was he able to eat the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken's eggs and have a Silver-tier warrior guide him personally?
...
There was a clamor outside.
At the same time, in the castle of blackmoon, on a flat ground with a radius of several hundred meters, Watson was wearing a small black shirt. He held a wooden sword made of twigs and hacked at the air.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Every time the sword fell, a golden light flashed across Watson's body. Wherever the wooden sword passed, deep scratches appeared on the ground.
It was a training ground specially built by Watson. Most of the time he would train there with his big brother Vincent.
"It's probably already ten thousand times now," Watson muttered. He casually threw the wooden sword in his hand, wiped off his sweat, and opened his arms.
With a bang, two golden wings opened on his back, incomparably dazzling. At the same time, the small shirt on his body rapidly changed, forming a black armor. The flowing steel on the wings was also covered with a layer of iron armor.
Those were not Phoenix Wings, but light-attribute combat aura wings.
Immediately after, two flaming wings spread out from Watson's back, covered by the patches of the ancient Knight's armor.
A total of four wings, gently flapping, making Watson look like a god.
"I've finally reached Silver-tier after a month."Watson sighed.
In the outside world, the news of a person becoming a Silver-tier warrior within a month would send chills down everyone's spine.
The reason why Watson's strength had risen so quickly was not because his talent far exceeded that of an ordinary person. It was because he had given his eldest brother a thousand gold coins this month to allow the latter to head out and buy a large number of combat aura training manuals. After learning those combat aura training manuals and fusing the combat aura he had cultivated, Watson finally became a silver-tier warrior.
Watson possessed five types of combat aura: earth, fire, water, wind, and light. However, it was unfortunate that fusing the five types of combat aura still ended up with light. If he could fuse them into the dark attribute, Watson would be able to gather every single combat aura.
"Watson, there are a lot of people outside. They said that they're coming to Blackmoon Castle to apply for the position of a guard! Big Brother has already gone over. Do you want to go out and take a look?"
At this moment, his seventh sibling Scarlet ran in from not too far away and spoke excitedly while holding a sparkling silver longbow in her arms.
The longbow in Scarlet's hands was simple and unadorned. It was inlaid with seven types of gemstones: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. The bowstring was semi-transparent, and one could tell that it was not an ordinary item just by looking at it.
While Watson had his big brother go out to search for battle spirit cultivation methods, he had also asked him to buy some ordinary bows and arrows. He had fused them with a Silver-tier longbow called Hunting Moon God and gave it to seventh sister.
When Scarlet had just obtained the Silver-tier longbow, she could not help but hug him and kiss him on the cheek. During those few days, she had gone to Misty Forest alone and hunted quite a number of hens. As a result, the number of five-colored fragrant chickens in her family's farm had increased by another one and became six.
Initially, Watson had asked his big brother to search for high-grade magic. Unfortunately, there were many warriors cultivating at the border and too few mages. His big brother went dozens of kilometers away and did not even notice any magic above Bronze-tier, so Watson could only begrudgingly stop at Silver-tier mage for the time being and shift his focus to warrior.
At this moment, Watson smiled and nodded upon hearing Scarlet's words. "Why yes, we have to go and take a look. If these people can pass the test, they will be our family's guards in the future. Since we'll become family, it wouldn't be right if we don't get familiar with each other! Let's go, Scarlet! We'll go together."
...
Rumble!
Blackmoon Castle's gate opened with a loud bang.
Vincent wore his Thornvest on the outside and a simple training tunic on the inside. He carried the Stormsword on his back as he walked out.
Not only was his body much sturdier compared to a month ago, even his mental state was different and his gaze was filled with sharpness.
During that month, he had been accompanying Watson and asking him about the cultivation method of light-type combat aura. He was lucky to have a bit of talent in the cultivation of light-type combat aura, and he had since grasped the foundations. Although he was not as freakish as Watson to have advanced directly to Silver-tier, he had reached peak Bronze-tier and his strength had increased by more than ten times. At the very least, he was practically unmatched among other Bronze-tier warriors.
"Today is the day that Blackmoon Castle recruits guards. If you want to enter the castle, you need to pass the trial! The contents of this trial is very simple. I'll stand here without moving or fighting back. You'll pass if you can move me."
Vincent stood at the door and said proudly as he looked around at the people in front of him
Some of the guards who came to apply for the job were already in their forties or fifties. They were much older than him and exuded a condensed aura. In the past, he could not even win a one-on-one fight with this group of people, but as of that moment, Vincent only had one thought for these people: weaklings.
"This person looks so strong. Could he be the Blackmoon Castle's eighth child, Watson? That can't be. I heard that Watson is a ten-year-old child." A guard sensed the terrifying aura from Vincent's body and muttered in puzzlement.
They were already Bronze-tier warriors, and those stronger than them would no doubt be Silver-tier. It was very unlikely that there were two Silver-tier warriors in Blackmoon Castle.
"Could it be that Watson is gifted to look more mature? I heard that some geniuses are gifted from birth. For example, they can speak as soon as they land on the ground, and they can run freely at the age of one. Watson' ability to become a Silver-tier warrior at the age of ten is one such example. There's nothing wrong with looking like an adult at the age of ten," someone beside him explained.
Watson was not only a Silver-tier warrior at the age of ten, but he was also a Silver-tier mage. Such a genius was accepted by all even if he had three heads and six arms. Being slightly taller did not make much of a difference.
"What did he just say? He's just going to stand there and let us fight, and if he moves a little, he'll lose? That's a rather big statement to make, even if he's a favored child of the gods."
Some people were discussing whether the person in front of them was Watson or not, and even more people were angered by Vincent's words.
Bronze-tier warriors were considered strong at the border, and Vincent's words did not even spare them any dignity.
Vincent did not care what these people thought. He raised his head and looked at the huge sun in the sky. "It's getting late. Let's finish the selection earlier and arrange jobs for those who pass earlier. Who will go first?"
"I'll go first!"
As soon as his voice fell, a muscular man with a full beard and a sledgehammer that was as tall as a man stood out. "I'm William. I've been a Bronze-tier warrior for twenty years. I'm currently at the peak of Bronze-tier warriors. Please enlighten me."