A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 673 - 351: You Should Be the Master of Miracles from the Same Place (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 673 -351: You Should Be the Master of Miracles from the Same Place (Seeking Monthly Pass)

“So I can give you a guarantee,”

the Emperor Candidate said, “As long as Saros exists for one day, I will never become enemies with Yatun.”

The Emperor Candidate did not address unforeseen circumstances, such as what would happen if Yatun were to attack him first.

This was an impossibility.

Saros would never make a mistake; it was impossible for him to let Bailuo initiate an attack against himself, even if there was some animosity between them.

If Bailuo wanted to avenge his teacher’s brother, Sagangdu, that old uncle would surely devise a plan, forcing the Emperor Candidate to strike first at Bailuo. Only then could there be a result where Bailuo defeated the Emperor Candidate, or even eliminated him.

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Therefore, as long as the Emperor Candidate insisted on not acting first, Bailuo would have no reason to fight him under such circumstances.

“I, on the other hand, would quite like for him to become my enemy first,”

Though the Emperor Candidate wasn’t very fond of conspiracies and tricks, his dislike did not mean ignorance: “Twilight, that is…”

— the weapon of mass destruction. Merely the title itself was sufficient to place all Masters of Miracles on the opposing side of Bailuo.

“You would better spend your time teaching him how to present himself as a Saint before the Kings,”

“Twilight is very dangerous,”

the Emperor Candidate said. “If not handled carefully, he could be the real catastrophe.”

With that, the Emperor Candidate did not speak further and walked out with Minerva.

It must be said that Minerva was quite surprised by the Emperor Candidate’s dialogue with Chubby Simpleton: “You actually possess such foresight; how come I never noticed?”

“Heh.”

The Emperor Candidate smiled faintly, not taking it seriously: “There are many things you haven’t noticed, Minerva.”

“Hmph.”

Minerva responded discontentedly: “Instead of saying these things, you’d better hurry up and change your clothes.”

“No, this robe will do.”

“What?!”

Was the Emperor Candidate out of his mind, planning to attend a conference in a bathrobe?

“Is this Arland?”

On the plaza, Bailuo and the others arrived early. The conference was set for the day after tomorrow, and their early presence was a sign of Yatun’s respect for the international meeting.

Coming late, or even tardy, would make Yatun seem very rude.

However, it was known that Empress of the Far North always behaved this way; her disregard for others was infamous, and the Kings had become accustomed to it.

“Hm?”

“We’ve been separated?”

Old Uncle was not beside Bailuo because all Masters of Miracles were independent. Arland had corresponding transportation mechanisms in place, not grouping people together simply because they arrived together.

“Your Highness, may I ask which nation’s sovereign you are?”

Just then, a black-haired, black-dressed woman appeared before Bailuo: “I am from the Western Holy Empire, the organizer of this meeting, a citizen under the Emperor’s command, my name is Leto.”

“Oh, hello, hello.”

Bailuo was not concerned about being separated; Arland was quite a safe place.

Moreover, Bailuo’s strength was not weak.

He could also wield the power of Emperor Eternal, Ying Muyao, so if a confrontation really occurred, aside from Chubby Simpleton, there were hardly any contemporaries who could match him.

A person with such strength naturally possessed remarkable courage.

“I am the Master of Miracles from Yatun Duchy.”

“Yatun Duchy?”

Leto had not heard of this country, perhaps due to its insignificance.

It was generally impossible for someone to impersonate a Master of Miracles as it was a capital offense; Leto dared not neglect this and immediately inquired: “I shall guide you. Please tell me where Yatun Duchy is located.”

“It’s located on the southeastern coast of Miracle Mainland, near Azure Duchy.”

“I see.”

With that information, Leto immediately knew where to take Bailuo: “Please follow me, several Highnesses have already arrived there.”

So, led by Leto, Bailuo admired the streets of the city while taking in the local customs.

“It has a Greek feel to it.”

Arland is the capital of the Holy Empire where, without exception, only Miracle Citizens reside.

Just like the central islands of the Yatun Duchy, mortals, unrelated outsiders, could not possibly live and work here.

“Did you just say the organizers, the Western Holy Empire?”

The citizens of Chubby Simpleton had long since perished, and since then, he had never cultivated a Child of Miracle or bestowed Miracle Power upon others.

So Leto must be a Miracle Citizen under the command of another Master of Miracles, specially here to oversee things during the meeting.

“You don’t know my master?”

Leto asked, puzzled: “My master, Heveriod Kronos.”

“Hmm?”

Bailuo had never heard of the Western Holy Empire, but he was all too familiar with this name: “Emperor Candidate?”

“Indeed.”

Leto said with a smile, “That is indeed what the Highnesses call my master.”

Masters of Miracles held equal status and liked to address each other by their nicknames, which was an unspoken rule.

After all, names are so hard to remember; who bothers with them?

Do respectable people memorize names?

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“This is really…”

Should it be called a small world?

Bailuo didn’t know how to feel at the moment, but he did have a bone to pick with the Emperor Candidate.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

The one he had an issue with was the Emperor Candidate, not Leto who was present, so Bailuo continued to follow the woman forward.

“Here we are.”

Looking up, Bailuo observed the building before him, which resembled the Parthenon Temple, and once again confirmed the category of the Emperor Candidate’s miracle: “Definitely some form of power from Greek mythology.”

“I do not have the privilege to enter, so from here on, Your Highness must go in alone.”

“Thank you.”

Bailuo voiced his thanks, leaving Leto flustered with honor as she repeatedly insisted it was her duty, before she watched Bailuo depart.

“Come to think of it, Leto, that seems to be the name of a deity, isn’t it?”

As Bailuo walked inside the temple, to his left and right were reliefs depicting ancient mythological stories.

Before long, Bailuo noticed the space before him had become more open.

“This room has gotten smaller again, huh.”

At the moment, Bailuo was in a room resembling a living room, with tables and chairs laid out and covered with various precious foods, most of which Bailuo could not name.

As for the Kings present, there were two of them.

Both were male, one appearing to be around 30 years old, the other in his twenties, the latter sprawled in his chair, sound asleep.

In front of this man lay an open notebook, and Bailuo spotted a butterfly that had been made into a specimen.

As for the other man, Bailuo noticed him frowning as he played with building blocks.

“Umm…”

Bailuo was somewhat speechless; was this man so bored that he, a Master of Miracles, was playing with blocks in here, with no other amusement?

“Hello there.”

Bailuo did not recognize these two, but according to Leto, they should be Masters of Miracles living near Yatun.

‘Yang Bo and Shen Niang?’

‘Or perhaps two of The Four Brilliant Dukes?’

Bailuo approached, ready to get to know these two, but one way or another, he might as well make some friends.