Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 143: Atharv Nigel, Kanan Nigel

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Atharv Nigel, Kanan Nigel

"Where is that kid?"

Three middle-aged men, who had been trailing the man in a purple robe into a remote alleyway, lost his trace at a three-way junction ahead.

"Split up and search!"

Spoke the man in a blue robe. His eyes were filled with insatiable greed...

Just as they were preparing to enter three different path ways.

"No need to look any further."

A languid voice came from ahead, jolting them, as if from a dream.

Then, they saw the purple robed young man step out from one of the junctions. This was their target.

Wyatt Barnes squinted slightly, sizing up the three men.

He noticed them while at the alchemist guild hall. When he put away the ten million USD, the glint in their eyes revealed their greedy and bloodthirsty intentions. It was clear they were after the money.

Sure enough, after he left, he found he had three ’tails’.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three middle-aged men made a swift move, surrounding Wyatt, like they were afraid he would escape again...

Did they ever consider that if Wyatt wanted to escape, would he have emerged at this moment?

However, their hearts were now blind by greed.

Their mind was solely focused on the ten million USD!

"Hand over the ten million USD kid, and maybe we’ll leave your body intact," the middle-aged man, licking his dry lips, his eyes filled with greed, spoke in a low voice.

"An eighteen-year-old ninth-grade alchemist... tsk tsk, if I can kill such a prodigy, it’ll be as if I’ve accumulated virtue for my ancestors in this lifetime."

"If I give you the ten million USD, will you spare me?" Wyatt squinted, suddenly asking.

"Kid, you’ve achieved ’Ninth Grade Alchemist’ at eighteen, so your background must be extraordinary... Seeing as we’ve seen each other’s faces, we’re not taking any risks. So, you’re not in a position to bargain with us! Today, you will undoubtedly die!" The leader in the blue robe hummed, with a murderous intention in his eyes.

"So, there’s nothing left to discuss, is there?" Wyatt Barnes stretched out his hands, shrugged, his lips curling into a smile.

There was an unease in the blue-robed man’s heart. Wyatt’s calmness left him uneasy. His expression hardening, he growled, "Finish him, before it’s too late!"

At that moment, the three middle-aged men lunge simultaneously.

Above their heads, dozens of ancient and giant elephant illusions appeared, clearly they were three ’Original Pill Realm Martial Artists’...

"Little Black!"

A streak of black lightning rushed out from Wyatt Barnes sleeve, circling around him once, dragging along three streams of dazzling and unusual fresh blood, and fell on his hand. It was a small black unicorn python, sticking out its tongue, as if boasting about its achievement to him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three middle-aged men, who were about to strike Wyatt, fall dead on the ground!

Pierced through their hearts, were tiny wounds from which blood was still spurting out...

"You..."

As he watched the youth dressed in purple play with the black serpent, the middle-aged man in blue clung on to his life for a few moments before losing all hope and collapsing in defeat.

Before dying, he had only one thought:

If given a chance to make amends, he would never risk his and his brothers’ lives for ten million USD.

Unfortunately, everything was too late!

"You little thing, it’s just three Original Pill Realm martial artists. Is there a need to be so smug?" Wyatt cooed, petting Little Black.

"I gave you a chance... it’s a shame, you didn’t take it."

Wyatt glanced at the three dead bodies, his eyes filled with a wicked smile.

As he left, Wyatt’s gaze landed at the end of the alley. It seemed like he had spotted something. After a long look, he turned around and left.

After Wyatt left, a figure stepped out from the end of the alley, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Did he notice me? Impossible... Even that four-fold Original Infant Realm Fierce Beast by his side didn’t notice me. Maybe it was my illusion... However, there’s no need to worry now. I didn’t expect him to have such a powerful Fierce Beast by his side."

A middle-aged man muttered to himself. Could it be Lyla Wood, the vice-president of the Alchemist Guild?

"Three years ago, infected by the venom of the Black Nether Mink... The mission was also issued three years ago. If the old Lord Crawford were a Void Realm martial artist or above, he might still be hanging on... If not, I’m afraid he’s long gone. It’s worth checking it out."

Instead of returning home, Wyatt had inquired about Lord Crawford’s residence and headed there.

The Crawford Mansion, just like the Sinclair Clan and the Barnes Family, had a vast estate, radiating an air of majesty, and gave off an imposingly endless vibe.

At the entrance to the Crawford Mansion, Wyatt Barnes was stopped by four soldiers dressed in light armor.

"As expected of the great general Godly Might Marquis, those guarding his door are all veterans drenched in blood rather than simple soldiers."

Upon the bodies of those four middle-aged soldiers, Wyatt sensed a familiar aura, it was the bloodthirsty air of a battlefield...

"Who are you?"

One of the armored soldiers gave Wyatt a once-over, huffily asked.

Arcing an eyebrow, Wyatt calmly said, "Who I am is unimportant... I came here to ask: Is Lord Crawford of your Mansion still alive?"

As far as Wyatt was concerned, as long as Lord Crawford was alive, he stood a chance.

He didn’t believe anyone had successfully removed the poison from old Lord Crawford over the last three years. The poison of Demon Beast-Black Nether Mink, it wasn’t something anyone could easily cure!

"Ignorant boy, you dare to curse our old Lord Crawford!"

The faces of the four armored soldiers changed drastically, the bloodthirsty aura on their bodies surged, as they prepared to act against Wyatt.

But his next words made them stop.

"I have come to help your old Lord Crawford remove his poison."

Wyatt said nonchalantly.

The soldiers cast glances at each other, and one of them went into Crawford Mansion after exchanging a brief look.

"Wait a moment, our brother has gone to inform Lord Crawford."

One of the armored soldiers said to Wyatt. Although he found the young man’s words somewhat unbelievable, he still didn’t dare to be negligent. Offending the young man would mean offending the expert behind him, if there were any.

If this expert could really remove the poison from old Lord Crawford, but refused due to their rudeness, it would hardly make sense.

Moreover, this purple-garbed young man had an ordinary appearance, but his actions exhibited a high class vibe, making it obvious that he was no ordinary young man.

Wyatt’s current face, which was obtained through disguise, was indeed very ordinary. It was the kind that would disappear in a crowd.

Before long, the soldier who had been sent to inform came out and said respectfully to Wyatt, "Young Master, Lord Crawford has summoned you."

Wyatt nodded and followed behind the soldier, entering the Crawford Mansion.

Inside the main hall of the Crawford Mansion.

A middle-aged man with a majestic face, wearing simple clothes, roaming in the hall with a bear-like physique...

"Dad, didn’t the soldier say that the visitor is just a young man? Can he really cure grandfather’s poison?"

A grandly imposing young man, about twenty-five or so, spoke skeptically.

"Finn, three years ago, your grandfather was poisoned. Even the President of the Alchemist Guild, a sixth-grade alchemist, was helpless...Since then, our Crawford Mansion has promised heavy rewards, but no one came forward. If your grandfather’s poison doesn’t get cured soon, I fear he won’t survive another year."

"So, no matter what, I want to give it a shot...and how would you know that the young man doesn’t have a powerful person behind him?"

This bear-like middle-aged man was none other than today’s Godly Might Marquis and the Charge Commander of Crimson Heaven, Atharv Nigel!

Despite meeting the Emperor of Crimson Heaven, Atharv has never lost his cool...

"That makes sense, it won’t hurt to give it a try. If he could really cure my grandfather, I, Kanan Nigel will be eternally grateful!"

The young man agreed, his eyes sparkling.

In his lifetime, the person he most respects is his grandfather, the famous Godly Might Marquis, who had been honored with the title of ’Hereditary Nobility’.

In fact, the Crawford Mansion’s magnificence was built single-handedly by his grandfather.

"Lord Crawford, the visitor has arrived."

A voice was heard from outside the hall.

Upon hearing this, Atharv stopped pacing and with an electrifying gaze, looked in the direction of the entrance, "Let him in."

Upon entering the hall, Wyatt saw a middle-aged man with a bear-like physique and an exceptional aura.

"He should be the current Godly Might Marquis and Charge Commander, Atharv... Huh? Wasn’t he said to be a Void Realm powerhouse equivalent to the Oversight of the Eighteen Jurisdictions? He hasn’t gone through the ’Six-Nine Thunder Tribulation’, he’s only at the peak of Original Infant Realm Nine, at most, he’s at Half-step Void Realm."

Identifying the depth of this middle-aged man’s cultivation based on the experience of Reincarnated Martial Emperor, Wyatt’s heart stirred.

"Godly Might Marquis."

Wyatt walked in leisurely, stopped at a respectable distance from Atharv, smiled lightly as a form of greeting.

"How dare you!"

However, an irate cry thundered from behind Atharv.

Wyatt turned to look.

It was a young man who bore a slight resemblance to Atharv. He looked like a furious Diety, glaring at him...

"Young Marquis, may I know why am I audacious?"

Wyatt asked lightly, guessing the young man’s identity.

"Seeing the Godly Might Marquis, Charge Commander, and not showing respect, isn’t that audacity?"

The young man retorted harshly.

"Young Marquis, this is a misunderstanding, respect is in the heart. Even if I don’t show outward respect, that doesn’t mean I’m disrespectful. Or is it that Young Marquis prefers hypocrisy?"

Wyatt chuckled, shaking his head.