My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 494 - 362: Try Again with a Different Position _3

Chapter 494: Chapter 362: Try Again with a Different Position _3

Before Owen Bertram could answer, Andrew Oamond waved his hand: "You’re not from the Capital City, so you might not understand this. The Fifth Prince is the biggest insect battle landlord in the whole Capital City!"

"Insect Battle?"

With a brief explanation from Andrew Oamond, Owen Bertram quickly understood. It was similar to cricket fighting in his previous life, except here they used Spirit Insects, and the battles were divided into different levels, like the weight classes in his previous life’s combat sports.

But every year-end, there would be the "Ultimate Insect Battle" which was a grand carnival. At that time, all levels were abandoned, and Spirit Insects fought without discrimination!

"Don’t underestimate the earnings of these insect battles. The Fifth Prince isn’t favored among the six princes and eleven princesses. He doesn’t have many Imperial Manor industries under his name. But thanks to this Insect Battle Competition, he ranks top three in wealth among the princes and princesses!"

Andrew Oamond said this and looked at Owen Bertram. Owen was also incredulous: "Evans Graham not only sold test questions, but he also planned to have thirty thousand Cultivators help the Fifth Prince catch Spirit Insects!"

"Profit from both sides, a good deal!"

"I think these days, the Fifth Prince’s retainers have been talking with Evans Graham’s family, and they’ve been discussing the price of selling those Spirit Insects to the Fifth Prince!"

"What a freaking genius!" Owen Bertram almost let it slip. Selling test questions to please the father, and catching Spirit Insects to please the son. Evans Graham had truly seized the opportunity for a bright career!

Bend with the wind like a dragon?

It felt like his talents were wasted as a mere Merton Academy lecturer in previous years.

Andrew Oamond finally said: "In any case, the Second Stage Assessment should be about Spirit Insects. Thirty miles southeast of Capital City, there’s a place called ’Zombie Cave’ that produces various Spirit Insects and demon insects. The exam site is probably there.

Get prepared in advance, sir."

He yelled to the outside: "Bart, I brought you to see Owen Bertram. I have other official duties, so I’ll leave first. Let me know if you need anything."

Owen thanked him and personally escorted him out, just in time to meet Bart who was entering.

Short-browed, small-eyed and round-faced, Bart was initially apprehensive but was relieved to see Owen: "Oh, it’s Brother Owen who’s been looking for me."

He rushed up to shake Owen Bertram’s hand warmly, but was blocked by a Horizon Captain’s scabbard nearby: "This is the Commander Lord of the Summit Office. Pay your respects!"

Bart, seemingly boneless, almost knelt down in respect, but Owen Bertram stopped him: "No need for formalities." Still, Bart smiled and bowed: "I really regret not staying with you during the First Stage Assessment. I wasn’t determined enough and ran off halfway. In the end, it was you who saved me."

You probably didn’t notice me back then, with so many people together. You used a vine to drag me out."

He sighed with regret: "I clearly saw your extraordinary abilities, but I didn’t trust my judgment. Regret, such regret."

First, Owen thanked Andrew Oamond for helping find people. Then, he told Bart: "I have a favor to ask."

"Sir, don’t be so polite. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it." He patted his chest confidently and solemnly, but then he smiled slyly: "With your status, sir, you won’t make me work for nothing."

Owen Bertram couldn’t help but smile and said, "I knew I didn’t judge you wrong. Rest assured; you’ll be well-compensated."

"Heh, that’s enough for me. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to contact the impoverished Cultivators. I need those with real talents."

...

The Emperor temporarily assigned a courtyard in the barracks with heavily armed guards surrounding it, providing daily necessities and sealing Evans Graham, the principal examiner of the Dragon and Snake List, inside.

However, this blockade seemed to be in vain after the First Stage Assessment.

Before the First Stage Assessment, due to the mutual isolation between Merton Academy and the barracks, Evans Graham was unable to make connections in time, so the communication between the inside and outside was not smooth. As a result, there was an issue with the First Stage Assessment, and it caught the attention of the Military Department’s Lawrence Charlton. Now, because of this misfortune, with the intermediary, the supervision from the barracks was greatly relaxed. The questions for the Second Stage Assessment were not only successfully sent out, but they could also keep in touch with Evans Graham’s family and the Fifth Prince for negotiation!

Even tonight, his younger brother-in-law spent money to send beautiful women, wine, and food, bringing joy to Evans Graham’s mundane life and injecting life into his sister’s withered hair.

Logically speaking, even though there were three assessments in Dragon and Snake List, the entire time span should not exceed one month. However, there were accidents in the First Stage assessment. The Cultivators’ vitality was almost exhausted, so Evans Graham generously let everyone rest for a full twenty days!

Mainly worried that they wouldn’t be able to perform well in the Second Stage Assessment, and thus not catch enough strong Spirit Insects for the Fifth Prince.

Evans Graham had been living a dazed life in the barracks for over ten days when his brother-in-law sent him good news: all the one thousand test questions they prepared were sold!

"Hahaha, it truly is a case of poor scholars and rich warriors! These Cultivators who traveled a long way indeed have prosperous families! Tomorrow, I’ll head to Zombie Cave and begin the Second Stage Assessment!"

"Come, let’s have a toast together with the beautiful women and wish the generous Cultivators great success and a fruitful return!"

...

Wayne Malvin spent these twenty days sharpening his sword, refining the treasures his father had prepared for him.