My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

“I can’t believe the Demoness Church had such a background. I wonder if Watson’s destruction of the Demoness Bandit Gang is a good thing or a bad thing?”

Zeke and Zenoah were leaning against the door outside the room as they eavesdropped on Watson and Envy’s conversation.

Zeke was the one who said that, and he looked worried. After he spoke, Zenoah immediately replied, “What’s done is done; there’s no point in worrying about it. Anyway, Watson provoked them because of us.”

If the bandits had not robbed them, Watson would not have wanted to kill all of them, and he would not have been involved in such a thing.

“You do admit that it’s because of you two?”

They heard a dignified voice. Zeke and Zenoah turned around and saw their eldest brother, Vincent, behind them. He stared at them with a serious expression.

“Eldest Brother, why are you here? Ouch, it hurts!”

Without giving them a chance to speak, Vincent grabbed and twisted their ears.

“Even though Watson is much smarter than his peers, he’s still a child. I don’t feel at ease letting him do the interrogation by himself, so I came to take a look! You two are no help at all. Since you have time to eavesdrop, why don’t you calculate the losses from the first battle? Although we had no casualties, the knights were still injured, and several hundred silver-tier two-winged ligers were also lost.”

“Eldest Brother, we know we’re to blame.”

Zeke and Zeke could only nod in agreement to Vincent’s words. They turned around and left helplessly.

After watching the two of them leave, Vincent looked around and found no one nearby. He leaned on the door and pressed his ear against it.

He had reprimanded his two younger brothers, but he also wanted to hear what Watson had to say to Envy. Those secrets were vital. Otherwise, Watson would not have interrogated her alone. The more he knew, the more dangerous it would be for him. However, no one could control their curiosity.

Faint sounds came from the room. Vincent only heard snippets of their conversation about how the King had supported the Demoness Bandit Gang, how they monitored the border, and how a member of the Demoness Bandit Gang was the Guild President. After he listened to that for a while, he stood up and tidied himself.

Cough, cough.

Then, he realized that his father was walking toward him as he coughed. He asked him calmly, “Did you drink too much water during lunch? Why did you suddenly want to go to the toilet? Vincent, why are you here? Also, what were you doing at the door just now?”

“That door is dirty. I’m just wiping it.”

Vincent endured the awkwardness and wiped his fingers on the door. Then, finally, he put it to his mouth and pretended to blow it. “I don’t know how the maids do things. That door is so dirty, and no one is cleaning it. It seems like we have to be more diligent in recruiting people in the future.”

“Master Vincent, Master Edward, is there a problem with the cleanliness?”

Capella, the omnipotent maid that Watson had fused, came out from some unknown place as if she had heard the call. She put both hands against her abdomen and said with an elegant expression, “Is there a problem? Please let me know, my lords.”

Vincent was at a loss. How would he know what the problem was? He only wanted to eavesdrop on Watson’s conversation, but his father had caught him in the act. He thought of a random excuse out of embarrassment.

“In short, that door is filthy.”

“I understand, Young Master Vincent! One of the maids cleaned it, but I’ll ask her to come over and punish her severely to help you vent your anger.”

Capella nodded in understanding and waved her hand. A maid came out from the corridor nearby with a basin of water in her hand. A towel was soaked in the water. The maid was dressed in a black and white uniform with a beautiful garland on her head. She did not have any makeup on her face; her slender beauty and exquisite facial features matched her perfectly. One look and one could tell that she was a beautiful woman.

After the maid reached them, her gaze lingered on Vincent’s face for a few seconds before she lowered her head with a conflicted expression.

“Head Housemaid Capella, how may I help you?”

“Did you clean that door?”

The maid answered honestly, “Yes, I did.”

“Young Master Vincent feels that that door is still filthy; why don’t you clean it again? No, do it ten more times! As a maid, it’s our job to serve our master. If our master is displeased, it means that we have failed at our duty. If you can’t satisfy Young Master Vincent after ten times, then you can leave Blackmoon Castle on your own accord.” Capella sounded firm.

She was the manor’s head housemaid; Watson gave her the right to reprimand or change her maids.

“Head Housemaid Capella, please give me another chance, I—” The maid knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. Then, a hand reached toward her and pulled her up gently. “Monica? You’re Miss Monica, right? Capella, I know her. Let’s forget what happened just now.”

Vincent looked at the maid in front of him with an indescribable expression; she was none other than Master Wilber’s daughter. Every since they seized Wilber Liszt Manor, the people from that manor had moved to Blackmoon Castle as subordinates, and Monica was one of them.

When she first became a maid, Monica complained about things like how she was from a noble family, and she should not serve anyone else, how someone should serve her, or how she would kill everyone. Capella had beaten her for two days before her tears stopped. After that, she became much more restrained.

At that moment, Monica suddenly thought of her father’s death. Anger surfaced in her eyes, followed by deep sorrow—it changed several times. She gritted her teeth and pushed Vincent’s hand away before she turned around and ran away.

“Young Master Vincent, how dare she be so disrespectful to you! I will bring her back now.” Capella’s gaze turned cold.

“No need. Let her go.”

Vincent smiled bitterly. He had wanted to marry Monica because of the benefits for his family. So even though he had no feelings for her, he could not say that he did not have any feelings at all. Plus, Monica’s father had died because of Blackmoon Castle. So he had some sympathy for her.

Furthermore, he felt that Monica had changed. She was not as unruly as she used to be. She gave him a different feeling then. Should he ask Watson for Monica to be his personal maid?

He could also tell his father about that.

With that thought in mind, Vincent turned around and suddenly felt a little lost. His father, who had said that he was going to the toilet, had disappeared without a trace.

..

At the stairs on the second floor of the mansion.

Edward patted his chest. “You scared me to death. I almost got caught eavesdropping on Watson’s conversation! Fortunately, Vincent only found Zeke and Zeke, and not me.”

“How old are you? Why are you still doing such a childish thing? If you are worried about Watson, why don’t you just go in there and listen?” Catherine wore a light muslin dress. She leaned against the corridor wall of the corridor; her posture showed her beautiful figure.

“Catherine, so you’re here too.”

Edward was stunned at first, then he scratched his cheek and revealed a shy expression. “I don’t want to give Watson any pressure. He brought the Demoness Bandit Gang home and deliberately sent the guards away because he knew that things were not that simple. If he were to tell us about it, it might cause us to panic! I’ve decided to be a father who watches from afar, so—”

“You mean you’re lazy? What excuse do you have?”

Catherine rolled her eyes as if she had thought of something. “Edward, that matter has something to do with you too! The reason you were expelled by the Saint Laurent family back then was that they had followed His Majesty’s order and asked you to—”

“Catherine!”

Before his wife could finish her sentence, Edward interrupted her with a solemn expression. “That matter has already passed. I hope you won’t bring it up again.”

“Don’t you intend to tell Watson about that?”

“There’s no need because—” Edward glanced down the stairs. The corners of his mouth rose, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction. “Even if I don’t say anything, that child will do everything well, to the extent that it is beyond my expectations! I have to admit that he is the most outstanding of all my children, and he is also my pride.”

Catherine, who stood at the side, revealed the same smile and corrected him. “No, he is our pride.”