Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 27 Hard to Argue

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Hard to Argue

Glaring at the little fat boy, Wyatt Barnes snapped, "Fatso, do you think inscriptions are like cabbages that are available anytime you want? I haven’t asked you for money yet. You should know that just this single ’Fire Thunder Inscription’ requires materials that cost over thirty silver pieces!"

Inscriptions indeed require a large amount of money.

The Fire Thunder Inscription is just a low-level inscription.

The top-level inscriptions would cost thousands or even tens of thousands of silver pieces, possibly even more...

Wyatt assumed that after hearing this, the little fat boy would back off.

After all, even if it were the little fat boy’s father, Fifth Elder Moshe Lee, his monthly salary was barely over a dozen silver pieces; he wouldn’t let him squander money this way.

Unexpectedly, hearing Wyatt’s words, the little fat boy suddenly started to laugh.

He reached into his pocket, directly pulled out a bundle of bank checks, each with a face value of one hundred silver pieces, and handed them to Wyatt, "Boss, is it just money? If money can solve the problem, then it’s not even a problem! Here should be seven to eight hundred silver pieces, you take it all, let that master inscriber make a few more inscriptions for me."

Wyatt was stunned.

He was certain, the money in the little fat boy’s hand definitely wasn’t given by Fifth Elder Moshe Lee.

While it was true that Moshe Lee did earn five hundred pieces of silver through him last time...

Even so, Moshe Lee had a fortune of no more than one thousand five hundred silver pieces at most.

Otherwise, before Wyatt’s duel with Hamza Lee, Moshe wouldn’t have failed to put forth a second five hundred to bet with Mark Lee.

Taking the bank checks from the boy, Wyatt weighed them in his hand and asked, "Darren, where did you get this money?"

The little fat boy smiled broadly, his eyes squinting, "It’s what my grandfather gave me before I returned to the Lee Family last time. Boss, please don’t tell my father. Otherwise, I won’t be able to keep the rest of my money."

"Beyond these checks, you have more?"

Wyatt was surprised, a glint in his eyes. He had never expected that the little fat boy was a goldmine.

"Hehe, I have some more."

The little fat boy casually said, "My grandfather told me to send him a letter when I ran out of money, and he would have people deliver more to me."

Wyatt’s mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that the little fat boy’s grandfather was not simple; he hadn’t heard of him before.

In Wyatt’s previous memories, he only knew that the little fat boy’s mother died of an illness seven or eight years ago, and then the little fat boy went outside with his grandfather.

"As long as there’s money, everything’s negotiable..."

Wyatt squinted at the boy and gave him a slap on the shoulder, "Here’s a list of materials required for the Fire Thunder Inscription. You can go and buy them yourself. As for the money, you can consider it as my fee. In the future, as long as you have materials, I will inscribe as many Fire Thunder Inscriptions for you, okay?"

"Boss, you just said you will inscribe...are you saying that you inscribed the Fire Thunder Inscription?"

The little fat boy was dumbfounded, hearing the meaning in Wyatt’s words.

"Don’t talk nonsense. As long as the inscription is useful, it doesn’t matter who inscribes it!"

Wyatt casually stuffed the bank checks into his pocket and returned to his room in the big courtyard to take out pen and paper and record the materials needed for the Fire Thunder Inscription.

"According to the quantities on this list, one set of materials can create one Fire Thunder Inscription... Oh and prepare some more personal accessories. Each accessory can only accommodate one inscription at a time."

Handing the note to the little fat boy, Wyatt added.

"Okay."

The little fat boy looked elated as he took the note, then stared at Wyatt with a hesitant expression.

"Whatever you want to say, say it and then get lost!"

Wyatt snapped.

He had been annoyed enough by the little fat boy recently.

"Boss, can...can I learn the art of inscriptions from you?"

The little fat boy asked, his chubby face trembling, full of expectation.

Seeing Wyatt frowning, the little fat boy quickly added, "Boss, I can pay tuition. I won’t learn for free."

Pay tuition?

Wyatt’s frown eased, lights glinted in his eyes.

The thing he needed most now was money. Even though he currently had more than thirty thousand silver pieces in his hand, he knew that once he stepped into the Condensed Pill Realm, it wouldn’t be long before he used up all the silver pieces in his hand.

No one would ever complain about having too much money, especially when he bore so many ’life professions’.

Alchemy, weapon refining, and inscriptions all consume wealth.

"Fine, seeing your sincerity, I’ll reluctantly give you half an hour each day for your studies. How much you can learn depends on you."

There is no reason to turn down money.

Wyatt gave the little fat boy another slap on the shoulder and said, "In consideration of the Fifth Elder, I’ll charge you one thousand silver pieces per month. Any problem with that?"

Upon hearing these words, the little fat boy was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Wyatt thought that the boy considered it too expensive. He coughed awkwardly and began to say, "If you think it’s too expensive, we can negotiate and maybe..."

"So cheap! Boss, thank you."

The boy interrupted Wyatt excitedly.

Wyatt decided to remain silent, but he also felt a bit regretful, wondering if he had set the price too low?

Seeing the little fat boy getting ready to leave with the note in his hand, Wyatt called out to him and said seriously, "Don’t ever let anyone know that I know how to inscribe. Otherwise, you can forget about learning to inscribe from me."

"Boss, don’t worry. I won’t say a word even if it kills me!"

After making a solemn vow, the little fat boy happily trotted out.

The thought of Louis Lee suffering under his hand in the future filled him with joy.

He had decided to make at least a dozen or twenty more Thunderfire Inscriptions as a backup...

"My judgment is actually pretty good, the boss I recognized is so awesome. Not only does he have incredible strength, but he also knows Inscription Technique. I hit the jackpot, hit it big!"

The chubby boy muttered to himself all the way, excitedly walking home to get money.

The bank checks he had with him had all been given to Wyatt Barnes earlier.

After the chubby boy left, Wyatt returned to the courtyard and continued to stand behind Keer, close to her, teaching her the ’Sword Drawing Technique’ hand by hand.

After more than two months of practice, Keer had almost mastered the essence of the Sword Drawing Technique, all she lacked was experience.

Smelling the fragrance of the girl’s hair and feeling her body temperature, Wyatt’s gaze became somewhat bewildered, and he took a deep breath of enjoyment.

"What are you guys doing?"

A playful voice, accompanied by scattered footsteps, suddenly came from behind.

Upon hearing the voice, Wyatt took a step back in slight embarrassment, separating from the girl.

The girl’s face was flushed, looking like blood might drip out, "Ma’am!"

Christina Lee had just gotten back from getting groceries.

"Keer, stop practicing for now and come help me out. I bought lots of groceries today, just for you and Wyatt so you can replenish your strength."

Christina Lee swung the basket in her hand, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Yes."

The girl hurriedly put away her sword.

"Mom, do you need my help?"

Wyatt asked with a smile.

"Out! You should focus on your practice. Even though you’ve broken through the Seventh Order of Body Tempering Realm, Strength Garcia is still a Ninth Order martial artist. If he luckily dodges your Sword Drawing Technique, then you’re through."

Christina Lee gave Wyatt a glance, completely disregarding him.

"Young Master, have you broken through to the Seventh Order of the Body Tempering Realm?"

The girl looked at Wyatt with a surprised expression.

Wyatt laughed, "My Keer is already at the Sixth Order of the Body Tempering Realm, if I don’t break through, it would be a bit embarrassing."

The girl’s gaze dimmed a bit, slowly said: "Young Master, I will try to practice slower in the future."

Christina Lee chuckled, "Keer, don’t listen to him, you just keep practicing hard. We women can only keep men in check if our strength surpasses theirs... If you don’t want to be bullied by him in the future, you have to catch up soon."

Hearing Christina Lee’s words, the girl’s face turned red and she ran into the kitchen with the basket of vegetables, leaving only a shy figure for the mother and son.

"You lazy boy, don’t slack off!"

Christina Lee gave Wyatt another glance before going into the kitchen.

Wyatt shook his head with a smile, then continued his movements.

His flexible body seemed to turn into a nimble snake, swiftly moving through the courtyard.

Quick as the wind, swift as lightning, his speed getting faster and faster...

During the past two months, the talent Keer displayed made Wyatt shake his head in disbelief.

Although Keer, like him, had far superior practice conditions than the other children of the Lee Family.

However, she was after all a girl, possessing this kind of talent was extremely rare.

According to his mother, Christina Lee, Keer’s talent was far superior to hers when she was young.

But, Wyatt was happy that Keer had good talent and was rapidly improving her abilities.

At least when he left Clearwind Town for adventures in the future, he could take Keer with him.

Without Keer by his side, he really wouldn’t be accustomed to it.

Soon, the two beauties finished cooking. The table was filled with a delicious aroma of food.

The family sat together for a meal, helping each other with the dishes. The atmosphere was full of happiness and warmth.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard where Second Elder ’Moshe Lee’ resided.

Moshe Lee stood at the door of the room, looking at his young son, ’Louis Lee’, who was lying on the bed. He looked very distressed, "You said, if Wyatt Barnes beat you up like this, I would have accepted it. But you actually got beaten like this by Darren Lee, that chubby boy. You may not feel ashamed, but I am ashamed!"

"Dad, I’ve said it hundreds of times, it was the aftermath of the Thunderfire Pill that suddenly hit me. Otherwise, Darren would definitely have been beaten to a pulp by me!"

Louis Lee lay half-reclined on his bed with a helpless expression, unable to defend himself.

"Look at you, still making excuses, your brother also took the Thunderfire Pill, how come he didn’t have any aftermath?"

Moshe Lee shook his head, clearly not believing Louis’s words, "You can’t beat him now, just practice hard and beat him back later. Don’t always think about finding an excuse, that’s the behavior of a coward!"

After saying that, Moshe Lee turned around and left.

Louis lay on the bed. Just moving his body a little made him feel pain. He clenched his teeth and said fiercely: "Damn fatty, when I recover, I’ll definitely teach you a lesson! I just don’t believe your luck can always be this good."

In Louis’s view, Darren beating him like this was all because of Darren’s good luck.

If it weren’t for the sudden onset of the Thunderfire Pill’s aftermath, there’s no way Darren would have been able to beat him.

Thinking of how his father and brother didn’t believe his words, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly, "Why don’t they believe me? They should think about it, how can Darren, that damn fatty, possibly be my match!"

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