My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 290 - An Invitation From The Church

Chapter 290: An Invitation From The Church

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’m sorry, Master Antonio. I don’t quite understand. Why would I say that I know something I don’t understand it? Isn’t that a shameful act—pretending to understand even if I don’t?” Denise asked in confusion.
“What do you mean pretending to understand if you don’t understand?”
Antonio choked and coughed twice. He only wanted to pretend to be knowledgeable in front of Denise to show off his power as the greatest mage in the kingdom, but Denise did not cooperate with him at all.
“You are already a platinum-tier elite. Even though Watson forcefully promoted you, I would think that someone at your level could understand the thoughts of diamond-tier elites! But now it seems that what I said was too profound for you. There is an insurmountable gap between the elites in the diamond and platinum tiers, indeed.”
“Master Antonio, I feel that what you said has nothing to do with strength. It’s just so simple that people can’t understand it.”
Antonio coughed again. “Denise, let’s not talk about that. Don’t you want to know why I deliberately exposed Watson’s strength in front of Christina?”
“I don’t think I want to know.” Denise looked like she was afraid of trouble.
“Hey!”
Antonio’s expression relaxed after chatting with Denise for a while, and a flash of reminiscence suddenly appeared in his eyes.
“Denise, when I looked at you, I can’t help but think of Queen Avril. I remember everyone in the kingdom respected me, but she was the only one who interacted with me normally as if she was my family. You look very much like her.”
Denise was silent. Perhaps it was because her strength had increased, or maybe because she had spent two years with Antonio on Mount Creation, but she knew that the mage was not as difficult to approach as he looked on the surface. That was why she dared to joke with him.
“I have a very simple reason for letting Watson expose his strength in front of Christina. I’m taking Watson to the royal city so that he can join the Royal Knight Academy. At the same time, I plan to hire the current sword saint to train him! Since he will become the sword saint’s disciple, Christina will learn his secrets eventually. Since she wants to know, what is the difference between knowing now and later?”
“I heard that even though the current sword saint is not like you, Master Antonio, who stays in the Temple of the Stars all day and doesn’t see any guests, he still lives a secluded life. Furthermore, he has the same strict attitude toward accepting disciples as you do! Even if Young Master Watson has outstanding talent, the sword saint might not value him as such. Master Antonio, you did that to let Lady Swordmistress understand Watson’s talent and then relay that information home to attract the sword saint’s attention.”
Denise spoke tentatively as she praised Antonio’s wisdom in her heart. As expected of a monster who had lived for hundreds of years—everything he did had gone through a long-term consideration.
“Yes, I did consider that, but that was not the main reason. I just want Watson to show his strength in front of Christina! After all, I consumed the Spring of Life water to help the founding emperor conquer his territory, resulting in me stuck in platinum-tier for the rest of my life. The current sword saint, Frederick, that b*stard, often mocked me for that. I’ve been hiding in the Temple of the Stars for a large part of this reason. Now, I want to let him understand that I might not be as good as him in terms of cultivation, but I’m a hundred times better than him in terms of nurturing disciples.”
When Antonio said that, a trace of uncontrollable anger and pride flashed across his handsome face, causing Denise to freeze on the spot.
She initially thought that Antonio had thought it through before he did such a thing; she did not expect that it was to get even with the sword saint. That was too childish.
“Denise, why are you keeping silent? Did you not understand my words again? That’s right; every step of my plan is carefully thought through and extremely farsighted. You are still young, so you might not understand it.”
“Master Antonio, are you a child?”
….
The next morning…
Watson woke up lazily in his room and stretched his arms across the bed. A young girl in black was in bed with him. Her short black hair scattered beside her cheeks, forming a stark contrast with her snow-white skin. The young girl slept very soundly. Her long eyelashes on her kitten-like face trembled slightly.
She was so beautiful that she looked flawless. It would not be good if he continued to stare at her anywhere below her face.
The girl’s black clothes were messy, and the quilt was scattered on the bed. It seemed like her hands and feet had their own ideas. They were in different places from different angles. One of her arms and one of her legs were pressed against Watson’s body.
As he moved away from her arms and legs, a helpless look appeared on Watson’s face. “It looks like she didn’t sleep well.”
After Nightingale dispatched Christina the previous night, he had wanted everyone to have a good rest. However, after Clyde and the others saw what Nightingale had done, they all declined his offer. They stated that they would remain in the adjacent room. Regardless of how persistently he invited Clyde and the others, they were unmoved.
In the end, he had no choice but to stay in the same room with Nightingale. Furthermore, Nightingale had pulled out a few bottles of high-end red wine and said, “We’re celebrating your promotion to gold-tier adventurer, so you must drink it.” She also mentioned that Watson could not use his strength to eliminate the alcohol. As a result, Nightingale was so drunk that he had to help her to bed.
Initially, Watson had wanted to sleep somewhere else, but after Nightingale fell onto the bed, she held his fingers tightly. He had no choice but to sleep with her.
“Aww.”
Nightingale let out a faint moan as if she had sensed Watson’s movements. She got up from the bed slowly, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked around the room.
When she realized that she had been sleeping with Watson, she screamed, “Whoa, why am I here? I didn’t drink too much last night, did I?”
“You drank too much last night!”
“I didn’t do anything strange to you last night, did I? Did I say anything strange?” Nightingale sounded a little nervous.
“You didn’t do anything strange, but you said a lot of strange things. I heard you call your parents’ names about 200 times, and you also called for someone else.”
“Who?”
“Me. I heard you call my name 808 times! Nightingale, I really want to know what you dreamed about last night.”
Watson looked interested, but Nightingale blushed and did not say anything else. Instead, she lowered her head. Then, he said, “Nightingale, you know that you are going to the underground maze today, and yet you still dared to drink so much. Should I punish you?” Watson was joking.
However, Nightingale did not refute him. Instead, she raised her rosy cheeks, propped her hands on the bed, and leaned her head toward him. “Then, Young Master Watson, what punishment are you going to use on me?”
The girl’s pink lips reflected a faint luster under the sunlight. A soft wine fragrance accompanied by the girl’s unique scent wafted from her lips and entered Watson’s nose. It made his body feel a little hot.
Their eyes met at a close distance, and their bodies were so close to each other.
“It looks like you are the same height as me, Nightingale.”
The 18-year-old Nightingale was about 1.6 meters tall, and the 12-year-old Watson was about the same height because he had been exercising all year round. She was not tall, but her face was also adorable. He had been with Nightingale for several years, but he had not noticed that before.
Nightingale’s eyes were like water waves, reflecting his face—he wanted to explore the secrets of those eyes in depth.
Suddenly, they heard the door open. Leon, the team’s priest, sported a brand-new monocle in his left eye. He clutched the Book of Devout Saints in his hand, which Watson had fused for him the previous day. He rushed excitedly into Watson’s room. “Young Master Watson! Do you know about the Saint Antilles Cathedral? It is the same location as the one I mentioned yesterday for borrowing money. Now the cathedral’s bishop wants to see you. You—”
He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed that Watson and Nightingale were sitting very close to each other on the bed with an awkward look on their faces. He immediately slammed the door shut.
“I’m sorry, Young Master Watson. It seems like I’ve come at a bad time. Please continue. I’ll leave!”
Then, only the two of them were left in the room. Watson and Nightingale looked at each other and saw the awkwardness in each other’s eyes. Watson hesitated for a moment, then got up and chased after the man.
“Leon, wait!”