My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 120 - 119: The gentleman’s status is immeasurable

Chapter 120: Chapter 119: The gentleman’s status is immeasurable

York Gordon and the other six rushed back to the village, where several trusted Prescotts were waiting anxiously at the village entrance. Gordon knew what they were worried about, so he immediately waved his hand: "It’s all taken care of!"

The people of the Horizon Bureau roared with cheers!

Gordon didn’t have time to indulge them. He led the Old Fisher and others directly to the "Gold Soil".

Together, the two of them dismantled the spiritual array. When they got in, they saw that the spiritual grain growing on the Gold Soil was somewhat wilted!

This stalk of spiritual grain had not yet fully matured, so they had not harvested it.

"Just as I thought!" The seven of them marveled.

After coming out, Gordon gestured the trusted Prescott to scurry over: "Sir."

"This house—go find out who in the village lives here."

After a while, the Prescott returned: "Sir, I asked around, this is where General Bertram and his sister live."

So it’s Mr. Bertram! Gordon didn’t let his surprise show, he quietly ordered: "The traces you left earlier, go and erase them immediately!"

"Huh?" Prescott was bewildered, Gordon glared at him: "Hurry up!"

"Yes, sir!"

Gordon thought for a moment, then called over another subordinate: "Take a trip to the County Government Office, find the official responsible for Extinct Village, ask about the character of Bertram... and the siblings, as well as their preferences."

"Yes, sir."

York Gordon was proud deep down. Who the hell was Jim? He’s just someone who decided to pledge his allegiance to Mr. Bertram ahead of time. With regards to gaining favor, can you Internal Canon compete with your lord, me?

The truth is, all seven of them, up to now, are definitely not sincerely loyal to Mr. Bertram. Accepting the spirit seed was, for the most part, due to being forced by the circumstances and recognizing that they had no capability of taking back the Dandelion Killers from Bertram.

Bertram was also very clear on this matter, that’s why he was continuously creating various details to strengthen his profound image in their minds like a "Divine Dragon of the Clouds".

Up to now, it’s been successful. Gordon has decided to "fight for favor", even though he hasn’t completely submitted yet, it’s off to a good start at least.

By noon, the Spiritual Talisman Light Curtain of Mr. Bertram’s "old house" in Extinct Village was removed.

The so-called Gold Soil had completely turned into ordinary soil, and the not yet fully matured grain of spirit, had been divided among the seven of them.

Though it wasn’t fully mature, it was still an extremely rare delicacy. Its beneficial effect was on par with some low-tier spiritual pills.

The seven men regretted in their hearts and further reflected: if we were to always be around Mr. Bertram...maybe I could leap forth like that soil!

Gordon and the other two repected lords regretted: "It’s such a pity, we all have official duties and can’t frequently accompany Mr. Bertram."

Those who said had no intention, those who heard had intentions. The Old Fisher’s four: if you can’t, we can! The officiant, though it sounds honorable, was just a high-ranking thug, with no real duties. Once Jaafar County establishes an office for the Horizon Bureau, as long as it’s of higher significance, they could figure out a way to "settle" here, and stay beside Mr. Bertram.

Although...man is not the same as soil, but, in case it works, who knows it could even increase longevity.

It makes no difference to them where they settle anyway.

Gordon’s subordinates were very good at what they do. In the afternoon, they returned with clear information: Bertram once had conflicts with the low-ranking officials in the County Government Office.

But the two government officials involved in the conflict died soon after.

The case remains unsolved till now.

Gordon had already made up his mind. When leaving Jaafar County, find an excuse to dismiss a string of officials from the top to the bottom of the county’s office, to vent his anger for Mr. Bertram.

See, your lord, I too am very dutiful.

York Gordon also had another thought: It was rumored that His Majesty had long been dissatisfied with the Horizon Bureau and intended to establish a new institution to replace it. If that day truly comes, having Mr. Bertram here would also be a fallback plan.

...

That day, Little Loach was fussing around, shouting, "I’m hungry! I want food! You see, Alexia has put on more weight lately, while I’ve become weak from hunger!"

Owen Bertram selected a few pieces of Dandelion Killer, feeding it to Little Loach with some low-grade Spiritual Pills. Of course, Little Loach was not satisfied, complaining that his elder brother used the "save for a rainy day" mindset of a peasant to fool him!

So even though it had eaten today, there wasn’t a hint of warmth coming back to it.

Owen Bertram, with a large number of Dandelion Killer in his hands, couldn’t help but feel an itch. When he first obtained the "God-slaying Breaker Refining Diagram Record", he was young and stubborn, thinking that the role of an artificer was equivalent to a blacksmith, which lacked the free-spirited charm of a sword fairy. His dream was to be a sword fairy, not an artificer.

Now what? He hadn’t touched his personal hammer in several days, and his hands were itching! He always wanted to upgrade his Bobo Sand Plate God-slaying Breaker to a Gatling Version; upgrade the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper to Poison Sting, and turn the Mechanical Dao Soldiers into...Mechanical Battle Maidens.

So tempting.

So, for the rest of the day, Owen Bertram spent his time modifying these refining diagrams. Once he returned to the village and collected the Mechanical Dao Soldiers, he would start refining upgrades.

After nightfall, Owen Bertram let the Commander’s Token out, which flew far off towards the Ghost Zone.

The strand of black energy on the Commander’s Token had been temporarily suppressed. Owen Bertram urged the power of the Commander’s Token to wrap around the black energy, hiding it. This was, after all, a hidden danger. Fortunately, as long as the Ghost Zone continues to strengthen, it can help suppress the dark energy.

Tonight is the first Small Gathering of the Ghost Market!

The Commander’s Token arrived in the Ghost Zone and blinked into it.

At the same time, his soul, attached to Little Loach, also arrived outside the Ghost Zone. Normally, from a dozen miles away, the Drowned Ghost Princess would laugh and roll her attractive body in the water, to cheer him on as she escorted him into the Ghost Zone.

Today, however, she had not appeared.

It’s funny to realize how true it is that... you miss things when they’re gone.

Little Loach and the Commander’s Token entered the Ghost Zone, and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea hurriedly greeted them, kneeling with a flapping sound, " Little Bone welcomes the Respected Master."

But there was only the Lord of the Skeleton Sea, and Owen Bertram sensed that he seemed different from before, his strength had noticeably improved.

"Only you?"

"The old man and the other three are in retreat, contemplating your pointers from last night."

Then he started laughing in a giddy manner: "Respected Master, I have the best talent and comprehension. See, I am the first one to comprehend your profound intent. I am about to break through."

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea took advantage of their absence to highlight himself.

Little Loach nodded, and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea was as happy as a child, feeling that this was the Respected Master’s approval of him.

"But for tonight’s first Small Gathering, can you manage it by yourself?"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea slapped his chest with a loud thump: "Please rest assured, Respected Master, I’m fully prepared. Everything is under my control tonight!"

He clenched his bone claw hard!

Then he saw Mr. Bertram looking at him with doubtful eyes, scanning up and down. The Lord of the Skeleton Sea instantly backed down, worrying that his boast might be too much, "Ahem, actually, the old man and the other three, before their retreat, did some minor jobs, made a few arrangements for tonight’s Small Gathering..."

Owen Bertram was relieved. Among the four Ghost Kings, the most reliable one was definitely the King of Souls.

The King of Souls had drawn up the charter, and the Lord of the Skeleton Sea was doing some minor remedial work. There should be no problems... right?

Owen Bertram then asked, "How many people are expected tonight?"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea scratched his head secretly, as he really didn’t know: "To be honest, I think since it’s our Ghost Market’s inaugural event, there probably won’t be many..."