My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 186: The Song of the Nibelungs
“Ahem, I’ll talk to Watson later.”

The astrologer was a little embarrassed by Nightingale’s skepticism. Watson, in his opinion, was a bright young man. He expected Watson would take advantage of the winter to raise the price of supplies and earn a fortune, but he did not anticipate Watson to help the refugees for free.

It was good to be kind in that world, but one had to act within one’s abilities. More than a million people lived along the border, including those who made it through the winter; the remaining refugees were at least hundreds of thousands.

Watson had no with that because the castle only housed tens of thousands of immigrants. The situation would be different if that number were multiplied by ten.

“My disciple is usually quite smart, but why is he so stupid now? Does he believe he can support that many people with the wealth of Blackmoon Castle?” the astrologer muttered to himself as he walked up to Watson, who was giving a speech in front of the refugees. He continued to say to himself, “No, I have to persuade him.”

“Master, you’re back.”

Watson turned his head as he heard footsteps and smiled sweetly at the astrologer. Then he pointed at the astrologer and said to the refugees in front of him, “This is my master, the well-known astrologer from the Holy Dragon Kingdom’s capital. Blackmoon Castle will be completely protected under his protection! If anyone wishes to leave, I may request my master to send you to other safe locations for free. Aside from that—”

“One moment.”

The astrologer interrupted him with a frown. He heard those refugees discussed amongst themselves.

“That is the legendary astrologer; he looks more intelligent than I imagined.”

The astrologer is a big shot in the capital. How would we dare to let him escort us?”

The astrologer’s expression eased a little.

Even the refugees knew that he was of noble status and could not be compelled to act. If he did not stop Watson, he would probably arrange many more troublesome tasks for him.

“What’s wrong, Master? I haven’t finished my words yet! Don’t worry, the jobs I’ve arranged for you are all small favors. Master, you won’t refuse these small requests, right?”

Watson blinked, and his eyes flickered.

The astrologer’s frown softened; he realized Watson was acting sweet on purpose. He clapped his hands and said, “I have something important to tell you later. It’s related to the refugees. Before that, I’ll first give you the things I brought from Fairy Castle.”

Nightingale and a few Shadow Guards from Fairy Castle immediately moved the treasure chest toward Watson and opened it; there were many shiny armor and weapons in it. The first chest had 100 items, all of which were gold-tier weapons; the light made it hard for people to open their eyes. The next chest had 1,000 silver-tier equipment, and in the last chest, there were bottles of various potions. No one knew the purpose of those potions.

The Shadow Guards swallowed their saliva when they saw those items. As Shadow Guards, they did not have any complete gold-tier equipment on them, let alone the gold-tier medicine in the last few boxes. They were life-saving items, so they were even more precious.

After the astrologer revealed the items, he stroked his beard and waited for Watson’s exclamations and praises. He had worked hard to bring Watson so many good things, so the young boy would definitely be very grateful to him. It was an excellent opportunity for him to use those items to persuade Watson about how tough it was to gather supplies and feed the immigrants.