My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 68 - 67 Touching the Corpse Third Update

68: Chapter 67: Touching the Corpse (Third Update)

68: Chapter 67: Touching the Corpse (Third Update)

The saber swept in again, bringing an intense, hot gust.

The Young Master was knocked onto his butt, crying out in alarm: “Mercy!”

“I am the Young Master of Sword Mountain, as long as you don’t kill me, you can ask for any amount of money and my father can provide it!”

The saber halted right in front of his nose.

The Young Master thought he was already dead, and it was only after a moment that he realized he was still alive, followed by the unpleasant warmth spreading through his groin and the stench that came after.

There, Owen Bertram was stroking his chin and thinking: it’s a shame really, the guy’s father sounds both powerful and influential.

Sure as hell won’t just quietly pay the ransom.

I’m just not strong enough yet.

Otherwise, I could have demanded more than just money, taken all their magical treasures and spiritual pills, and handed them all to my younger brother!

The Young Master thought he could avoid death with a handsome sum, but he never expected the saber, after a moment’s pause before his nose, to come down like a guillotine.

“Ahhhhh——”

The Young Master’s screams were terrible to hear, especially given the haughty way he’d carried himself up until his death.

He’d always thought himself a dashing, calculating man – assumed all the praise he received was because people genuinely admired him, not that they were simply sucking up.

However, once this façade was broken, the result was anything but pretty.

Owen Bertram set the Mechanical Dao Soldiers, which he was controlling, to sweep the battlefield.

Mainly, though, he was checkin’ the corpses for loot.

Beyond a small amount of silver, the Sword Servant’s body yielded nothing of value.

The Young Master’s body, on the hand, proved more useful, entrusting him with a brocade pouch and a flying sword.

The Young Master’s sword box was also within their possession, a magical artifact that was presumably his own property once…

After the Mechanical Dao soldier brought these back, Owen Bertram immediately inspected the Young Master’s flying sword, before breaking out into a satisfied smile.

Just as he’d expected – a Tier-3 magical artifact.

Now he had both of the Tier-3 artifacts he needed for his little brother.

He could finally achieve his dream of becoming a swordsman!

And it turned out the three sword boxes were all Tier-2 magical artifacts.

Little Loach was waiting off to the side; it perked up like a snake, solemnly explaining that if he handed over these three sword boxes, he could further improve the quality of his flying sword!

It wasn’t that he was greedy, he was only thinking of his elder brother’s dream of becoming a Swordsman.

Owen Bertram scoffed.

He had no use for the sword boxes anyway, so he tossed them all to Little Loach.

Little Loach gobbled up the bell, the flying sword, and the sword boxes in quick succession, growing so full that it lay on the ground, rolling its eyes!.

But good luck trying to convince it to give up any spot, let alone convince it to save some for its next meal.

Not happening in this life!

Owen Bertram kept watch over his little brother while he turned his attention to opening the Young Master’s brocade pouch.

Inside were several secret manuals from Sword Mountain, including the secret divine skill known as “Sword Manifesting All Things.” Yet Owen Bertram cast it aside, looking utterly disgusted.

He flipped through the other books and found one called “Sword Preserving Skill”.

As long as the young master condensed a spirit seed of sword intent and stored it in the specifically crafted sword box, then gave it to the Sword Servant for nourishment day and night, he could ultimately obtain a very powerful Sword Intent!

A Sword Servant would dedicate more than 70% of their daily cultivation to nourishing this sword intent.

If one has enough wealth and power, the “Sword preserving skill” is practically unbeatable.

However, once the sword intent is removed, the Sword Servant becomes useless.

Besides these secret manuals, the brocade pouch also contained a hundred pieces of Spirit Jade.

Owen Bertram was envious: who wouldn’t want to be the golden son?

Then there was a large cabinet with a multitude of compartments, a lot like a Chinese medicine chest.

Owen Bertram opened it and began to curse loudly!

Every compartment contained some random objects: handkerchiefs, belly bands, letters, and so on.

There would be an accompanying note with details about the person’s name, character, liking, how they met, and more!

“This bastard is such a scumbag!”

“And he sure put in a lot of hard work trying to be a lothario!”

“Damn it, why doesn’t this big brocade pouch have anything actually useful in it?”

Owen Bertram continued rummaging around the cabinet until he finally revealed a satisfied smile: hidden at the back was a small box containing sixteen bottles of Spiritual Pills!

Additionally, the box also contained three spiritual grass plants sealed within a jade box.

Owen Bertram didn’t recognize them, but judging by how carefully the Young Master had stored them, they must be exceptional in some way.

What Owen Bertram liked the most was feeding Little Loach with Spiritual Pills.

This way, Little Loach could eat until full, without being so bloated to the point of immobility.

And then it could effectively get to work.

But Spiritual Pills were too rare.

Owen secured the useful items from the brocade pouch and tossed the rest into the river.

Little Loach squinted its eyes, striving to lift its head.

It knew that its elder brother was checking the brocade pouch, which must contain many tasty things.

Nonetheless, it was so full that it could hardly lift its head that day.

Still, it tried hard several times, refusing to give up.

Upon realizing that this was beyond its capabilities, it began to whimper and act coquettish in front of its older brother, asking him to save some goodies for it!

Ever since last time in the Ghost Zone, when Owen Bertram made Little Loach spoke in human language, it found itself able to make some noise.

Nevertheless, the sound that such a massive creature more than twenty feet long and as thick as a water tank could make was just a whimper rather than a thunderous roar, which Little Loach felt embarrassed about.

That’s why it rarely spoke.

Owen Bertram comforted his brother: Don’t worry, you won’t miss out on the benefits.

Until the Flying Sword was not in his hand, Owen’s position as the best elder brother in the Eight Desolates was indisputable!

…

Outside the village, when the rain of swords flew across the sky, the people of the Horizon Bureau gasped in surprise, shivering.

The one from Sword Mountain is not a small player!

Fighting against the armored sabre-wielder, who knows who will fall!

The difference between the Burning Sect and Sword Mountain is as between a hyena and an elephant.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow slowly said, “Let’s hope that Owen Bertram doesn’t get caught up in such a major battle.”

Abigail Turner thought to herself: Owen, you better not get into trouble; otherwise, all my previous tactics of recognizing and yielding to the wise would be wasted.

And the 500 Meritorious Copper Coins!

Abigail Turner felt heartache: if it wasn’t for the need to win you over, I would certainly keep all those coins to myself and not give you a single one.

Thinking of this, Abigail Turner became annoyed: why hasn’t this fellow come to report the situation?

Don’t tell me he really got involved in the disaster?

The military officers were not optimistic.

Under such battle conditions, Owen Bertram is bound to shatter into pieces if caught up.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was the only calm person.

He absent at this moment means he’s dead?

Ha ha, you all must have forgotten what kind of person he is.”

Everyone exchanged glances: Indeed, he left the Chief Flag and Prescott hanging for two days when he arrived at Extinct Village!

If one were to mention which Horizon captain was the most lacking in organizational discipline, it would have to be Owen Bertram!

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow took out his token, sending in a voice transmission, “Owen Bertram!

If you’re still alive, you’d better respond to me!”

Owen, who was idling, instantly replied: “Sir, I’m here.”

Abigail Turner and her soldiers were shocked: His voice sounded full of vitality and was clear, showing he was unharmed.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was actually quite afraid that Owen would do the same as last time, not replying for several days.

Now everything is fine, she can hold her head high in front of Abigail.

“Did you see the battle just now?” Abigail queried.

Owen had already thought of how to respond: “I didn’t dare go too close.

I only got a rough idea.”

“A few guys wanted to force their way on to the Burning Hillock, but they were taken down by the person from yesterday.”

“However, the ones today appear to be a bit tougher than yesterday’s.

One of them seems to be some Young Master – that’s what I heard people calling him.”