[Congratulations, Master, for successfully fusing all the magical beasts. You have obtained 12,000 bronze-tier magical beasts and 4,000 silver-tier magical beasts.]
The sound of a system notification rang in his ears. Watson looked at the magical beasts that worshipped him with a calm expression. Then, he said, "Manor lords, listen to me. I have a mission for you. Hunt as many magical beasts as you can and bring them to Blackmoon Castle! In return, I'll give you the first batch of magical beasts. You can take them back to guard your manor, or you can sell them in Monte Town."
Watson felt no pangs of regret after unleashing over ten thousand magical beasts because those beasts were the first to run out of the Misty Forest. The number would only grow due to the constant snowfall. He could fuse them easily and earn hundreds of times more than that.
