My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Christina turned her gaze away and saw Watson sitting on the big bed in the corner of the room with a bitter smile on his face.

“Miss Christina, didn’t we have a bet during the day? You said that as long as I can withstand your sword, you wouldn’t bother me anymore?”

Christina had acted too quickly when he was in the hot spring, so he did not have the time to think. Then, he realized that it was not that simple for Christina to appear in the hot spring. Perhaps, she was there for him.

“I’m not here to bother you. After all, I didn’t force you to join the Holy Sword adventurer team, nor did I send anyone to block the entrance. I just happened to bump into you by chance. A coincidence can’t be called a bother, right?”

“Miss Christina, it is meaningless to act like that! Let’s not talk about other things. I heard that the Holy Sword adventurer team’s motto is virtue is greater than ability. You even taught Claude a lesson in the Adventurer Association so that he would be an honorable person. So, I thought that you were such a person, too. Perhaps you can only teach someone to do that but not follow the rules yourself?”

“Of course not.”

Christina took another sip from her teacup and gave Watson a brilliant smile. Her smile was like a blooming flower; it caused the lights in the room to lose their color. “My father taught me to be an honorable person, so I did the same. But my father also taught me another principle, and that is to be flexible in doing things! Be honorable, be flexible, and achieve something. Those were the original words.

“I’ll get someone to add a bed in this room. I’ll sleep here tonight! Watson, I hope you can wake up early tomorrow morning so that we can spar. I’m really looking forward to it.”

‘Looking forward, my *ss.’

Watson was speechless. His first impression of Christina was a cold, old-fashioned beauty, but he realized that he was wrong. That was only the surface of her personality. The real swordswoman was an intelligent martial arts fanatic; she would do anything to become stronger.

“No, you can’t stay here! Please leave now, or else—” Nightingale said.

“Or else what? You’ll fight with me?” Christina and Nightingale stood face to face. With a burning gaze, she said, “That’s exactly what I want. I can’t wait for it. Your aura is not weak, so you should be a good opponent.”

Nightingale was speechless. She did not know how to respond to that. Christina was a woman who liked to fight. If she attacked her, she would fall into her trap. However, if she did not make a move, she would not be able to expel that woman.

Just as Nightingale felt the onset of a headache, an excited man’s voice suddenly echoed from outside the room.

“Young Master Watson, we’re back. We’ve brought all of our savings. Leon has also borrowed some supplies from the Saint Antilles Cathedral’s Bishop. I think these things are enough to transform us and our equipment into gold-tier! If these things are not enough, we’ll borrow more from the Bishop.”

Clyde and his group had returned with more than ten boxes of various sizes on their shoulders. They rushed into the room as they panted for air. They looked excited. Annie trailed behind them, and she was carrying more than twice the number of boxes they had. She complained, “Are you a man? You let a girl carry so many things just because she has advanced to gold-tier?”

Clyde and the others saw Christina the moment they entered the room. They had not even seen Watson. The woman was sitting in the middle of the room sipping tea. They were stunned. As adventurers from the City of Steel, they knew who Christina was; they had not expected she would be there after they had left.