Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 222 Brock Patel

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Brock Patel

"Yes."

The Third Prince and Fifth Prince quickly lowered their heads in agreement.

But as they bowed, a cold murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

Of course, this murderous intent was directed at Wyatt Barnes.

"Father, subject will leave first."

The Third Prince looked at the emperor and respectfully said.

"I would take leave as well."

The Fifth Prince then also left.

The emperor’s gaze occasionally fell on Wyatt Barnes, and then on Princess Irene...

Wyatt Barnes was calm, standing there immovably, with a carefree expression on his face.

Princess Irene, however, had her face blushed, "Father, what are you looking at?"

"Hahahaha..."

The emperor laughed heartily. After a while, the laughter subsided, "Do you two know each other?"

Princess Irene nodded shyly.

The Emperor looked at Wyatt Barnes and smiled slightly, "Commander Barnes, it’s rare that you visit the palace. Since you know Irene, why don’t you accompany her for a stroll?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Wyatt Barnes replied, and left the Golden Throne Room with Princess Irene.

The Palace Maid following Princess Irene also tagged along.

Standing beside the emperor, the ever-silent Prime Minister ’Quentin Drake’, now had his face slightly sullen, his eyes glimmering with a stern light.

Resembling a ferocious poisonous snake, lying in wait for its prey!

Compared to before, Princess Irene was obviously a bit reserved now.

Ever since hearing about Wyatt Barnes commanding a hundred thousand strong army, and conquering the South Barbarian City of the South Kingdom, her mind was filled with his image...

She didn’t expect that her ’beloved’ had such great capabilities.

Now, walking alongside the man who had been occupying her thoughts, she was so shy that she didn’t know what to say.

Wyatt Barnes also felt the atmosphere was a bit peculiar.

After walking with Princess Irene for a while, he took initiative to speak, "Princess, I have some matters to attend to, I will take leave now."

"Oh."

Princess Irene nodded slightly, watching Wyatt Barnes depart. She sighed after a long while.

After leaving the Imperial City, Wyatt Barnes shook his head and sighed. Even he himself didn’t know what he felt for Princess Irene.

However, one thing was for sure.

Princess Irene’s intervention in the Golden Throne Room today, pleading for him, kindled a touch of emotion within him.

Although she was unable to help, her intentions were incredibly valuable.

"Hu!"

Exhaling deeply, Wyatt Barnes returned to the lodgings of the Brocade Clothes Guards, in the spacious courtyard.

"Commander, the Embroidered Spring Knives you gave us... are all ’Eighth Grade Spiritual Artifacts’?"

As soon as Wyatt Barnes walked in, he found Frank Graham coming up to him with a shocked expression.

The gaze of the other eleven people also fell upon Wyatt Barnes.

They didn’t expect Wyatt Barnes to be so generous!

"You only just found out?"

Wyatt Barnes gave a faint smile.

"Commander, why go through such trouble? Hiring an Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner to refine these spiritual artifacts must have cost a lot, right?"

Gideon Dunn also spoke.

"They are just some minor artifacts I casually refined myself. It only cost me some materials."

Wyatt Barnes said casually.

In an instant, including the two ’half-step Void Realm’ elders, a dozen people were dumbstruck.

Was their commander an Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner?

Based on their knowledge, this commander seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, right?

What does it mean to be an ’Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner’ at the age of eighteen?

"Commander, if I am not mistaken, these Eight Grade Spiritual Artifacts can amplify up to twenty percent of our power... which is much better than those refined by a common Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner."

The elder who had killed the Commander of the City Guard, Lester Bell, yesterday could not help but speak up.

"Elder Hayden, you have sharp eyes."

Wyatt Barnes nodded with a smile.

This elder was one of the ’half-step Void Realm’ strongmen that Lord Crawford had sent him.

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes and Elder Hayden’s conversation, the remaining people were even more astonished.

They took out their ’Embroidered Spring Knives’, and after careful exploration, they found it to be just as Elder Hayden had said, it could boost their power by twenty percent...

They were unable to hold back their emotions.

Because, usually, an Eighth Grade Spiritual Artifact could at most only increase one’s power by nearly twenty percent. An artifact that could increase the power by nineteen percent was considered ’premium’.

The Embroidered Spring Knives in their hands were absolutely considered ’the best among the best’ among Eighth Grade Spiritual Artifacts.

Immediately, they viewed Wyatt Barnes with a degree of awe.

An eighteenth-year-old Original Pill Realm cultivator and Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner!

One would only wonder, what would be their reaction if they knew Wyatt Barnes was also an ’Eighth Grade Alchemist’.

Soon, Wyatt Barnes looked at Frank Graham.

"Frank, Gideon, go and check the major pharmacies in the Imperial City for these medicinal herbs."

Wyatt Barnes took out pen and paper, wrote down several medicinal herbs, and handed them to Frank, "Mainly check the accounts from three years ago and see if they can remember who they sold the medicinal herbs to..."

These medicinal herbs were the main ingredients of the poison the emperor was subjected to, and were rarely used by others.

Wyatt Barnes’s goal was to find out who poisoned the emperor.

"Yes."

Frank and Gideon accepted the order and left.

Imperial Palace, outside of a secluded royal palace.

"Mr. Prime Minister?"

An empty voice, seemingly coming from all directions, echoed. Its tone was cold, devoid of any emotion.

An old man dressed in black suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Elder Bell."

Quentin Drake looked at the old man, slightly nodding.

"Chancellor Drake, do you have business with me?"

The old man in black had dim eyes, with a somewhat gloomy demeanor being cast all over him. His skinny body made him look as if he could fall over with the slightest gust of wind.

However, Quentin Drake was well aware that this old man was quite formidable.

At least as strong as himself!

"Elder Bell, may you find peace in your loss."

Quentin Drake sighed and slowly said.

"Chancellor Drake, what do you mean by this?"

Upon hearing these words, the menacing aura of the old man in black seemed to deepen even further.

"Elder Bell, you might not know... your grandson ’Lewis Bell’ was crippled, losing all his cultivation."

Quentin Drake’s eyes flashed, saying.

"What?!"

The old man’s dim eyes suddenly filled with a chilling light, a fearful murderous intent enveloped Quentin Drake. "Chancellor Drake, are you telling the truth?"

"Yes."

Quentin Drake nodded.

"Who did this? Has my son avenged Lewis?"

The old man in black became a bit emotional.

"Elder Bell...your son, he’s dead."

Quentin Drake bitterly smirked.

This time the old man in black didn’t make any exclamations, but his skinny body slightly trembled, his voice was cold as ice, like it came from the netherworld, "Chancellor Drake, do you know who did this?"

"Elder Bell, your son indeed tried to avenge your grandson, but in the end, not only did he fail, but he was killed... The man who ruined your grandson and killed your son, is one and the same."

Quentin Drake slowly said.

"Who is it?"

The old man in black glared fiercely, his anger reaching its apex.

"Head of the Brocade Clothes Guards, Wyatt Barnes!"

Quentin Drake slowly spoke, "Elder Bell, you’d better go back and see your grandson... I’m genuinely worried that with your son’s death, Wyatt Barnes might show no mercy to your grandson."

"How dare he?!"

The old man in black growled, his tone mixed with intimidating frostiness.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the old man’s figure quivered and disappeared without a trace.

"Wyatt Barnes...I’m looking forward to seeing how you withstand this madman Bell’s wrath."

Quentin Drake’s mouth curled up into a satisfied and scheming grin.

On the main street of Imperial City’s inner city, Wyatt Barnes rode his horse in the lead, and the ten Brocade Clothes Guards followed closely.

Two elders, like two guardian deities, vigorously watched over Wyatt Barnes on each side.

Wherever these eleven people passed by, the pedestrians busily stepped out of the way.

"It’s the Brocade Clothes Guards!"

"Is that the Brocade Clothes Guards’ Commander, ’Wyatt Barnes’?"

"My god! I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but it turns out that Wyatt Barnes is indeed just a teenager."

...

Onlookers on the road whispered among themselves.

Wyatt Barnes naturally heard these discussions but only shook his head and laughed, not taking it to heart.

Along the way, he had heard many similar remarks, and he had grown accustomed to it.

"Giddy up!"

At this time, a luxury carriage came head-on at a terrifying speed.

Wyatt Barnes frowned.

"Make way!"

The coachman, who was driving the carriage, was obviously arrogant. Waving the horsewhip in his hand, he shouted in a panic.

Seeing the pedestrians fleeing to both sides ahead, a touch of mockery slipped into the coachman’s eyes ...

Soon, he saw Wyatt Barnes and his party.

"Hmm?"

The coachman’s eyebrows creased. He glanced at the uniform worn by Wyatt Barnes and his party, had a vague idea that these people might be more than they appear, felt a vague fear, and quickly reined in his horse. "Whoa!!"

The carriage came to a halt, not more than three meters away from Wyatt Barnes’ horse.

"Fortune, why did we stop?"

Just then, a man’s voice came from inside the carriage.

"Third Young Master, there are a few officers ahead, let’s wait for them to pass."

The coachman, looking at the young man in the uniform in front of him, was somewhat uncertain.

"What officers?"

The voice from inside the carriage was somewhat impatient.

Soon, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young man poked his head out.

Just one glance, and the young man’s pupils couldn’t help but contract. Looking at the young man opposite him, his face revealed some ferocity and anger, "It’s you!"

At the sudden exclamation of the young man, Wyatt Barnes was somewhat surprised.

Do I know him?

Wyatt Barnes carefully looked at the young man poking his head out from the carriage, his mind racing with memories.

Finally, a vague shadow seemed to appear before his eyes, merging with the young man in front of him completely.

The scene outside Victory City from more than two years ago once again passed through Wyatt Barnes’s mind.

At that time, while on his way to Victory City, he encountered two youngsters, a boy and a girl, who had no regard for human life...

The boy and girl were traveling on a sweat-blood treasure horse.

At the time, he deliberately moved aside.

But who would have thought the girl would whip him!

He taught the girl a lesson, the boy stepped in, and tried to fight him but had his arm severed by Wyatt...

Latter on, Wyatt Barnes came to know that the boy was the third son of the prefect of Swallow Mountain County, ’Brock Patel’.

"It’s you."

Wyatt Barnes remembered, the young man in front of him was indeed ’Brock Patel’, who had his arm severed by him more than two years ago.