My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

101-105

Chapter 101: Money Or Stupidity

“No, Natasha, wait for me!”

He remembered a sea of fire; two little girls hugged each other as they shivered; they looked terrified.

He watched that memory unfold and tried to reach out to his two daughters.

Crack!

Then, the scene cracked like a mirror embedded in a picture frame.

Sven burst into a cold sweat and panted violently.

‘I’m dead?’

Sven touched his neck; it had been wrapped in gauze that was soaked in blood. Just a slight touch would cause intense pain, but it reminded him that he was still alive.

‘Where am I?’

Sven turned his head with difficulty; he was laid on a big soft bed. The head of the bed was close to a big window; the weak sunset illuminated his body in orange. There were all kinds of furniture in the room. It looked very expensive, and there were two murals on the wall.

“Sir, you’re awake.”

At that moment, the door opened with a click. Two young ladies in black and white maid uniforms came into the room with hot tea. They looked worried

‘I’m not dead yet, and someone had tended to my injuries. Who did that? Was it Lady Gluttony?’

‘Is this the Demoness Bandit Gang territory?’

Sven had a myriad of thoughts. He remembered that the last moment before he fainted, Lady Gluttony had gnawed on his neck. He also heard the voices from her and the Blackmoon Knights. Oh, right! Blackmoon Castle!

Sven’s eyes flashed. Then, he sat up on the bed, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the necks of the two maids in front of him. “Don’t move. Call for your master, or I’ll kill you! Also, give me my staff back.”

Sven paid special attention when he inspected the room. His staff was gone; it was something that could save his life.

Kacha!

The two maids looked terrified, and their bodies trembled. The teacups in their hands fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces as hot tea spilled all over the floor.

“It was Young Master Watson who brought you back here. As for the staff, is it something from your body? We… We don’t know either.”

“Lory Sven, I’m relieved to see you in such good spirits.”

A tender voice echoed from outside before Watson walked into the room with Allen and Liszt behind him; both watched Sven’s movements coldly. Their hands were on the longswords at their waists. If Sven dared to make any unusual movements, they would attack without hesitation.

“This is Blackmoon Castle, indeed!”

Sven snorted. The boy in front of him had left a deep impression. He was the child who had appeared on the wall. Even though Sven did not know why the other party had brought him there, they must not have had any good intentions. That was why they would take this staff.

“Return my staff to me; otherwise—”

Just as he was about to use the two maids as a threat, Sven felt his hands become lighter. The soft feeling of his neck disappeared; it was replaced by hardness.

“Otherwise, what?”

Watson teleported to Sven from the door. His two hands were covered with a light-elemental combat aura. He grabbed Sven’s hands and said, “The two of you go out first.”