Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1500: Making a ’Deal’ with the Howard Family

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1500: Making a ’Deal’ with the Howard Family

At this moment, Boden Mullins fully realized that the rumors were true—there was indeed an extraordinary relationship between Elder Milan and Elder Baillie.

"Elder Milan, I’ll take my leave now."

Having brought Wyatt Barnes in, Boden Mullins naturally knew to excuse himself tactfully.

"Hmm."

Facing Boden Mullins, Milan Reid merely nodded indifferently.

Immediately afterward, Boden Mullins bid farewell to Wyatt Barnes.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Boden, for leading the way."

Wyatt expressed his gratitude and watched Boden Mullins depart before turning to Milan Reid, clasping his hands lightly. "Wyatt Barnes greets Elder Milan."

"What’s this? I called you Junior Brother, and you’re not happy? Think I don’t deserve to be your Senior Brother?"

Hearing Wyatt’s greeting, Milan Reid put on a stern face and asked.

"Senior Brother Milan."

Wyatt smiled bitterly.

Though he could see Milan Reid was intentionally feigning seriousness, Wyatt nonetheless followed his lead, realizing that Milan Reid’s relationship with his Senior Brother Trevor Baillie was closer than he had imagined.

"Now that’s better."

Hearing Wyatt’s change in address, a brilliant smile lit up Milan Reid’s face.

"Who’s this?"

Shortly afterward, Milan’s gaze shifted to Leslie Howard, whom Wyatt had earlier discarded to the side.

He vaguely deduced that Wyatt’s purpose in seeking him must surely be tied to this individual.

"He’s the eldest young master of the Howard Family, Leslie Howard."

Wyatt swept a casual glance at Leslie Howard and replied.

"Howard Family? Would that be the Howard Family of East City in Thames River City?"

Milan Reid raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Yes, precisely that Howard Family."

Wyatt nodded.

"What’s this? Did he offend you, Junior Brother?"

Milan Reid queried.

"If all he did was offend me, I could overlook it... But the problem is, he conspired with a Small Perfection elder of the Howard Family who’s entered the Saint Realm to silence me permanently!" freёwebnoѵel.com

Wyatt’s eyes shone with murderous intent as he finished speaking.

"What?!"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Milan Reid’s expression changed drastically. When his eyes shifted back to Leslie Howard, rage and killing intent burst forth.

Deep in his heart, Milan Reid had long regarded Trevor Baillie as his mentor on the path of Saint Markings.

When he learned Trevor Baillie had acknowledged a young man as his Junior Brother, even though he hadn’t yet met Wyatt Barnes, Milan had instinctively extended that same sentiment toward Wyatt, treating him as his own Junior Brother.

Of all the scenarios Milan had envisioned for meeting Wyatt, he had never imagined it would be under such circumstances.

If something happened to Wyatt in Thames River City, how could he ever face Senior Brother Trevor Baillie?

Thus, Milan Reid was outraged—utterly outraged!

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Milan, Leslie Howard trembled involuntarily.

Panicked to the core, Leslie pleaded frantically with Wyatt Barnes, "Wyatt Barnes, you swore you wouldn’t kill me! You said it yourself—you wouldn’t kill me! You mustn’t go back on your word!"

"Hmm?"

Hearing Leslie’s outburst, Milan Reid furrowed his brows, puzzled, and turned his gaze toward Wyatt.

He couldn’t understand.

Why was Wyatt so lenient toward someone who had attempted to kill him?

"Once I’ve said something, it’s set in stone... What are you panicking about?"

Wyatt snorted coldly, silencing Leslie Howard immediately.

"However, when I said I wouldn’t kill you, it came with a condition—the condition that you cooperate straightforwardly without resorting to any tricks."

Wyatt spoke calmly.

"I’ll cooperate! I swear I won’t play any tricks!"

Leslie Howard quickly replied, as if terrified that any delay might lead Wyatt to change his mind.

"Speak then. Who was the old guy that came with you to kill me? Based on his strength, he’s definitely an elder of the Howard Family—that much, I’ve already confirmed."

Wyatt cast a cold glance at Leslie and demanded.

"He’s named Koen Howard—a Second Elder of our Howard Family."

Leslie Howard dared not hesitate and answered immediately.

"Did he act on orders from your father, or was it your own instigation?"

Wyatt asked again.

"It wasn’t my father’s orders."

Leslie Howard shook his head.

"Then it was you who instigated him?"

Wyatt’s gaze flashed coldly, and he questioned sharply.

"No! No!"

Catching the fleeting trace of murderous intent in Wyatt’s eyes, Leslie Howard panicked and shook his head frantically. "I didn’t instigate him—I didn’t! It was his own doing! It’s all because he heard about you and learned that you possessed a Saint Artifact engraved with three-star Saint Markings, which gave rise to his greedy desire to kill you and take your treasure."

Leslie Howard’s statement made it clear he had shifted all the blame onto the now-deceased Koen Howard.

If Koen Howard, who had departed for the Netherworld Path, overheard Leslie’s blatant reversal of facts, who could say whether he’d spit out three liters of blood in fury or silently stew in regret for agreeing to oppose Wyatt Barnes on Leslie Howard’s behalf?

Leslie Howard’s claims were, of course, impossible for Wyatt to believe.

But to him, it didn’t matter.

"The Howard Family is truly audacious!"

Standing to one side, Milan Reid erupted in fury after hearing Leslie Howard’s words. "To dare harbor thoughts of killing disciples from our Moon Radiance Sect—clearly, your Howard Family has grown far too complacent over the years! Do you truly believe that Thames River City would descend into chaos without your Howard Family?"

"Junior Brother Wyatt, you promised not to kill him, but I, as his Senior Brother, made no such promise... In my view, since he belongs to that Howard Family, and the Howard Family dared to challenge the authority of our Moon Radiance Sect, there’s absolutely no reason to let him live!"

Although Milan Reid yearned to strike Lesley Howard down with a palm, he respected Wyatt’s wishes and refrained from immediate action.

"No! You can’t kill me!"

Before Wyatt could respond, Leslie Howard had already panicked.

Indeed.

Wyatt had promised not to kill him, but he hadn’t said anything about preventing others from doing so.

"Wyatt Barnes, you swore not to kill me, and that means you can’t just let others kill me either... This matter has nothing to do with me! I swear it has nothing to do with me! It was all because of Koen Howard—yes, Koen Howard! He coveted your Saint Artifact, and he was the one who wanted to kill you to seize it."

Leslie Howard’s face went pale as he desperately argued.

With an expression of disgust, Wyatt swept a glance at Leslie and then ignored him entirely, turning to Milan Reid instead, "Senior Brother Milan, whether to leave his life intact or not means little to me... But I do have a question for Senior Brother Milan—based on this incident, would it be possible to uproot the entire Howard Family?"

Wyatt’s tone turned serious as he spoke.

Milan Reid fell silent.

After a moment, he shook his head, "With just this matter, it’d be difficult. Even if the Sect were willing to fully support you, at best, they would exact punishment on those directly involved in the incident... But erasing the Howard Family entirely would be implausible."

"After all, the Howard Family is, after all, a standout among Thames River City’s eight-tiered families, with ties to the Nine Sect Alliance... Destroying the Howard Family would undoubtedly lead to significant losses for the other eight sects within the Alliance, and they simply wouldn’t agree to it."

Milan Reid explained.

"I figured as much."

Wyatt smiled and said, "That’s why I don’t plan to take his life... I plan to use him—and this incident—to make a ’deal’ with the Howard Family!"

The emphasis Wyatt placed on the word ’deal’ was heavy.

Milan Reid was momentarily stunned but soon grasped Wyatt’s meaning—the so-called ’deal’ clearly meant extorting a hefty sum from the Howard Family.

"This matter is fairly simple."

Milan nodded. He then offered an apology: "Junior Brother Wyatt, I’m truly sorry—I couldn’t help you vent your frustrations."

To Milan Reid, failing to annihilate the Howard Family meant failing to properly fulfill his obligation to Wyatt and, by extension, failing to fulfill his obligation to Trevor Baillie.

Thus, he felt genuinely apologetic.

"Senior Brother Milan, how can you say that you haven’t helped me vent my frustrations? The upcoming negotiations with the Howard Family still rely on you!"

Wyatt said with a grin.

"Don’t worry, Junior Brother Wyatt—I guarantee I’ll handle this matter seamlessly."

Milan Reid pledged solemnly.

Early the next morning, back at the Howard Family estate, Valentin Howard was seething with rage.

"What? You couldn’t find that unfilial son?"

Valentin glared at Amias Howard with a dark expression as he interjected, "Don’t tell me you’re hiding him out of regard for the Second Elder?"

"family head, even if you gave me ten lives, I wouldn’t dare oppose you!"

Amias Howard jolted with alarm upon hearing Valentin’s accusation and replied with a wry smile.

Valentin’s expression softened slightly after hearing this.

He had been merely testing Amias Howard; after all, Amias had never once disobeyed his orders, which was why Valentin trusted him.

"Father, what should we do now? Should we still proceed?"

Beside Valentin stood Eliel Howard, who spoke inquisitively.

"Proceed! Of course, we must proceed!"

Valentin gritted his teeth and declared, "That unfilial son—if I see him later, I’ll tear him apart!"

Just as Valentin was preparing to bring Eliel Howard and a carefully-prepared ’gift’ to the inn where Wyatt Barnes was staying to offer his apologies... A panicked and frantic voice echoed from afar, growing closer.

"Family head, it’s bad news! Very bad news!"

The speaker turned out to be one of the gatekeepers of the Howard Family estate.

"Why are you in such a fluster?"

Already irritated, Valentin’s temper worsened at the commotion. His tone grew sharp, like fuel poured onto a raging fire.

"Family head, it’s the eldest young master—the eldest young master..."

The gatekeeper trembled, his words halting suddenly before Valentin interrupted him. "What did you say? That unfilial son? Do you have news of that wretch? Where is he?"

Before the gatekeeper could finish his sentence, Valentin appeared before him in a flash, his expression grim, demanding answers.

Facing the family head’s overwhelming aura, the gatekeeper felt as though he could hardly breathe...

Valentin’s oppressive presence weighed heavily on him.

"Family head, perhaps we should let him speak properly."

At this moment, Amias Howard intervened, addressing Valentin before instructing the gatekeeper to step back. "Take your time and speak clearly—no need for panic."

"Yes, yes."

The gatekeeper took a deep breath and, with head lowered, made no attempt to meet Valentin’s eyes as he quickly recounted, "Family head, someone from the Nine Sect Alliance headquarters came earlier with a message... He said you should go there to collect the eldest young master and bring him home."