Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 116: High Difficulty Task

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: High Difficulty Task

"Centurion, what is my task?"

Having traveled a certain distance away from Iron Blood City, Wyatt Barnes could not help but ask.

"Your task is to sow discord between the ’Blackarmor Army’ and the ’Lian Clan’ from the Black Mountain Kingdom, ensuring they completely sever ties with each other."

Centurion ’Declan Yorke’s’ eyes shimmered momentarily as he answered slowly.

Emotion welled up within him.

For many years, the Iron Blood Army had devoted tremendous effort to this end, to no avail.

He didn’t understand why the Commander-in-Chief would assign this mission to Wyatt Barnes...

In his view, it seemed impossible for Wyatt Barnes to accomplish this task.

"Blackarmor Army? Lian Clan?"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyebrows quivered slightly, "Centurion, could you please elaborate?"

"Certainly."

Declan Yorke nodded and began to explain, "Taking this official road will get us to the ’Blackarmor City’ of the Black Mountain Kingdom... Blackarmor City is comparable to our Iron Blood City; the Blackarmor Army, is somewhat akin to our Iron Blood Army. As for the Lian Clan, they are the most powerful family in Blackarmor City and have always maintained a close relationship with the city."

Wyatt Barnes nodded slightly in understanding.

Declan Yorke continued, "The Blackarmor Army is our sworn enemy and once our defeated foe."

Upon saying this, his expression darkened.

"Once?"

Wyatt Barnes was taken aback.

"Ever since the Lian Clan got involved with the conflict between our two armies, the Iron Blood Army and the Blackarmor Army have been at a stalemate. It has become increasingly difficult for us to dampen the vigor of the Blackarmor Army as we did in the past."

Declan Yorke was evidently exasperated.

Generally speaking, family powerhouses would not intervene in the conflicts between two kingdoms.

However, due to the close relationship between the Lian Clan and the Blackarmor Army, despite not overtly interfering, they secretly arranged for the clan’s masters to infiltrate the Blackarmor Army, greatly strengthening its forces.

This had always been the most vexing issue for the Iron Blood Army.

Wyatt Barnes furrowed his brows, "If the Lian Clan deemed it necessary to step in and give the Blackarmor Army a hand, the relationship between the two must not be that simple, right?"

Declan Yorke nodded, "Indeed, the Clan Chief of the Lian Clan and the Commander of the Blackarmor Army are sworn brothers."

A twitch appeared at the corner of Wyatt Barnes’ mouth.

"Centurion, if I’m not mistaken, the Iron Blood Army must have tried to split the Lian Clan and the Blackarmor Army before, with no success, right?"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes narrowed as he asked.

"Correct."

Declan Yorke nodded.

"Damn it!"

Unable to constrain himself, Wyatt Barnes blurted out an expletive, "What kind of task have you given me! You expect me to accomplish what the entire Iron Blood Army couldn’t? Centurion, tell me honestly, do you think I can pull it off?"

"In my personal opinion, the probability of you accomplishing this is next to nothing... However, the Commander-in-Chief went so far as to say that you might be our turning point."

Declan Yorke cast a deep look at Wyatt Barnes.

He couldn’t understand why the Commander-in-Chief valued this young man so much.

"Commander-in-Chief?"

Wyatt Barnes twitched his mouth once more.

The first thought that crossed his mind was that the Commander-in-Chief, Sami Thorn, was vindictively punishing him for refusing to remain in the Iron Blood Army, by his side, to be his successor.

"Can I refuse this task?"

Wyatt Barnes asked.

"The Commander-in-Chief specifically mentioned that considering the uniqueness of this task, you can indeed refuse it, but you will also lose your eligibility for admission to the Holy Martial Arts Academy."

Declan Yorke replied.

"Can’t I switch to another task?"

Wyatt Barnes frowned.

"No!"

Declan Yorke insisted on this point: "That’s the Commander-in-Chief’s decision."

Wyatt Barnes sighed with bitter amusement.

"So, are you going to refuse? If you do, we can turn around right now and you can go home directly."

Declan Yorke asked.

"Let’s assess the situation first."

Wyatt Barnes’s eyes flickered subtly, he spoke slowly.

If upon reaching Blackarmor City he found the task truly impossible, he would decline. There was no reason to risk his life just for a shot at entering the Holy Martial Arts Academy...

After all, he was going to turn seventeen in just a few days.

He’d have plenty of opportunities in the future!

Declan Yorke nodded.

Meanwhile, as if remembering something, he turned to Wyatt Barnes and asked, "Wyatt Barnes, I heard that you killed Joseph Davies with the help of the inscription on your sword... Do you know a master of inscriptions?"

"You could say that. When I was a kid, I encountered an old beggar on the street and offered him a steamed bun. He left me with this inscription in return. Regrettably, I didn’t realize until later that he was an ’inscription master’, otherwise, I would have asked him to be my master."

Wyatt Barnes spun a tale off the cuff, expressing regret.

"You really got lucky."

Declan Yorke’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t suspect the truthfulness of Wyatt Barnes’ story.

He had heard that masters of inscription had odd temperaments and peculiar hobbies...

It took Wyatt Barnes and Declan Yorke three whole months of hurried traveling to get from the Iron Blood City in Crimson Heaven Kingdom to Blackarmor City in Black Mountain Kingdom.

Blackarmor City was about the same size as Iron Blood City.

From afar, it looked like a formidable beast lurking there, emitting an aura of solemnity and ruthlessness.

Once inside Blackarmor City, Wyatt Barnes and Declan Yorke found an inn to rest at.

"From now on, you’ll have to rely on yourself. If you feel unable to complete this, you can abandon the mission and we’ll go back immediately."

After leaving these words to Wyatt Barnes, Declan Yorke retreated into his guestroom.

For several days, no one saw him.

During this time, Wyatt was frequenting various taverns, gathering information about the Lian clan and the Blackarmor Army.

He found out that not only were the Clan Chiefs of the Lian clan and the Blackarmor Army sworn brothers, but their sons were also best friends, often referring to each other as brothers and were inseparable.

"What the hell kind of mission is this!"

Wyatt’s brows furrowed. He prepared to take out his money to pay the bill, leave the tavern, and find Declan Yorke to give up on this mission.

But suddenly, he stopped.

He was attracted by the conversation at the next table...

"You know, the new concubine of the Young Clan Chief of the Lian clan is really beautiful. Just one glimpse at her and I almost lost my soul."

"I heard about it too. Apparently, he goes to her every night, not even bothering about his wife."

"Ah, to die under a Peony tree and be a wandering ghost, how romantic!"

...

The words were unintentional, but the listener took it to heart.

"Maybe this is an opportunity."

A grin emerged on Wyatt’s face, an idea forming in his mind.

Over the past few days, he’d also heard that the son of the Blackarmor Army’s commander, Michael Tackman, was indulging in women every night. Every other day, he would go to the Spring Breeze Pavilion in the city to enjoy himself.

Michael Tackman was nineteen this year. Although his talent was average, his power had reached the fourth level of the Condensed Pill Realm.

One could imagine how many hopes the Commander of the Blackarmor Army had placed on this only son...

Late at night, two drunk figures came out of a tavern.

"Maximiliano, you’ve been so captivated by your new little concubine these days that you haven’t been to the Spring Breeze Pavilion with me in a while... How about it? Tonight, as your brother, I’m inviting you to go to the Spring Breeze Pavilion to enjoy ourselves. What do you say?"

Michael was swaying as he spoke.

"Of course, since you’re my brother. We’ll leave my seductive little vixen alone in the room tonight... Let’s go!"

Maximiliano, the Junior Clan Chief of the Lian Clan, went off to the Spring Breeze Pavilion with Michael.

From a distance, two figures emerged from separate corners, both blending into the night and disappearing...

"Hmph! It seems both the Lian clan chief and the commander of the Blackarmor Army value their sons very much... No surprise, as one is an only child and the other is an only son."

Wyatt stood on the balcony of a loft in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, watching as the two figures drifted away, a thought crossing his mind.

"Young Master, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, why aren’t you coming?"

A stunning woman emerged from behind and embraced Wyatt, blowing lightly into his ear...

If it was any other time, Wyatt wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of such an alluring woman and would’ve ’dealt’ with her properly. However, he had important business to attend to. He handed over a bank check worth a hundred silver pieces, "I’m not in the mood today. Here’s something for you to buy some rouge and powder."

"Thank you, Young Master."

The woman’s face lit up with a smile as she tactfully withdrew, "Then I won’t bother you any further, Young Master."

Soon after, Wyatt sneaked into a room.

He hid on the canopy above the bed.

After a while, the door opened and a man and a woman came in.

"Young Master Tackman, it’s been a while since you’ve last graced me with your presence."

The woman’s seductive voice echoed slowly...

"Alright, little red, I’ll give you all my love now."

The sound of clothes being hastily removed filled the room.

Soon, with the woman in his arms, Michael got into bed.

"Ah!"

The woman spotted Wyatt, hanging from the canopy above like a spider. Her face turned pale and she screamed.

"Little Red, I haven’t even started yet, why are you screaming..."

Michael, oblivious to the impending threat, continued his advances on the woman.

Whoosh!

Wyatt made his move, knocking Michael unconscious.

"Spare me, spare me."

The woman’s face turned pale as she hastily begged for mercy.

Swish!

Wyatt pulled out a stack of bank checks, threw it on the woman and said indifferently, "You’re a smart woman... take this money, buy your freedom and leave tonight. Otherwise, I fear you might lose your life."

After saying this, Wyatt hoisted up Michael and vanished from the woman’s sight.

The woman’s face changed color. She counted the bank checks in her hands and gasped, "Ten... ten thousand!"

Even if she were to work at the Spring Breeze Pavilion for a lifetime, she wouldn’t be able to earn so much money.

After taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth, she made up her mind. She bought her freedom and fled the dangerous Blackarmor City that very night.

Because of this, she managed to lead a safe and secure life under a new name, eventually marrying an honest man.

Years later, now with a big family of her own, she often fondly recalled the young man in purple who had changed her life on that fateful night...

After Wyatt had kidnapped Michael, he infiltrated the residence of the Lian clan.

He knocked out Maximiliano’s concubine in passing, tossed Michael onto the bed, and removed all their clothes.

"She really is a beauty. Guess I got you a good deal."

Wyatt glanced at Maximiliano’s concubine and surveyed Michael’s body before leaving.

Shortly after Wyatt left, Michael groggily regained consciousness.

"What’s going on?"

Before he could figure out what had happened, he felt the smooth body beneath him. Huffing and panting, he leapt right onto it...

"Little Red, I’m here!"