A rare magical miracle in the world

"You once killed my family members, and I have killed yours,"

"Now this vendetta has returned to you," Bailuo asked, "Do you intend to continue being my enemy, or can we let bygones be bygones?"

Bailuo actually hoped Count Thorn would choose to let go, for only then could Bailuo shift his focus to the Emperor Candidate.

It was he who persecuted the Yatun Clan, leading to the dire fate of both Yatun Village and the parents of this body Bailuo inhabited.

Furthermore, with Count Thorn’s issue at arm’s length, Bailuo was also worried about what he might do.

After all, Bailuo’s state was not stable at the moment, and he feared he might go to extremes, bringing back Twilight again.

If it really came to that, he feared Miya’s tragic prophecy would come true.

"If I surrender, can you spare my people?"

Count Thorn inquired Bailuo’s stance, wondering whether he aimed to eradicate them completely or if there was room for negotiation.

The death of Lixue Shanxianzhai made Count Thorn feel both sad and angry, but Bailuo was well-known for seeking revenge on behalf of his clansmen.

General Winter sacrificed himself, hoping to break the chain of hatred then and there.

It would end with this, with him.

Both Count Thorn and Bailuo sensed the old man’s attitude, which is why they chose to sit down and have a proper talk.

However, Count Thorn was ultimately weak, and he was in no position to negotiate terms with Bailuo, so his stance was very clear, which was that Bailuo could have his entire territory of Thistle Province if he wished.

Others cared about the Land of Wonders, but Count Thorn did not.

Because in his eyes, the lives of his subjects were far more important than any land or honor.

"Can you truly, let go?"

After listening to their conversation, Bailuo felt that the Iron Eagle King and the Yizai Marquis were right. How could he not be influenced by the ethos of Yatun?

"I…"

Count Thorn hesitated, "Is that so, is it?"

From the perspective of the Master of Miracles, Bailuo had already forgiven Count Thorn.

But his forgiveness did not mean the Yatun Clan would forgive.

Therefore, perpetual peace between Yatun Duchy and Thorns Kingdom was doomed. Sooner or later, they would still have to wage war and people would die.

As for when it will end, that remains unknown.

It could be hundreds of years, or even a thousand.

Fortunately, Bailuo gave a clear answer, which was that he would no longer attack the People of Thorn, nor would he send the Miracle Entity to bully the fewer.

If the Yatun Clan wanted revenge, that was their own affair.

"You are quite a decent person."

Bailuo believed it, for in this man, Bailuo saw warmth of sunshine without a hint of shadow.

Such a Count Thorn would not be capable of massacring a village.

"Every grievance has its culprit, every debt its debtor."

Bailuo: "Our feud may rest for now, but the People of Yatun gained autonomy from Thistle Province. You once oppressed us, and that is an undeniable fact."

"So, to expect us to live together in harmony," Bailuo shook his head, "is utterly impossible."

"I understand."

This was already good enough for Count Thorn who sighed in relief that Bailuo would no longer invade his lands, "Then this meeting is over, and Thistles may rest."

Count Thorn just wanted to ask Bailuo what he actually wanted at the Thousand Kings Meeting.

He didn’t expect that they would meet ahead of time.

Not only did Count Thorn find peace, but Bailuo also felt much more at ease.

Family matters are best known within the family. Twilight was the major issue at the Thousand Kings Meeting, and if Count Thorn fanned the flames, Yatun might really be in danger.

"Can Iron Eagle and Yatun mend fences?"

Iron Eagle King: "Name your terms."

"I claim no parts of Yatun, only the Ancient City," said Bailuo, "so there’s nothing troublesome for you."

This was a veiled rejection. Bailuo could become related to any Master of Miracles.

But concerning the Iron Eagle Kingdom, Bailuo personally didn’t mind, to be friends was to be friends, but the Yatun Clan would definitely not agree to the two countries forming an easy alliance.

"That is truly, very regrettable…"

Bailuo stayed in the rest room of the Iron Eagle Kingdom. Among the kings, they had actually already reconciled.

For now, they temporarily set aside their identities, simply appreciating each other’s hobbies as like-minded peers.

"Big bro."

In a courtyard within the Holy City Arland, Uncle walked in, and in the garden, Chubby Simpleton was leisurely playing with Spring Water Sprites no bigger than the size of a thumb.

"Saros!"

Chubby Simpleton turned around, saw it was Uncle, and immediately got up excitedly, wanting to give him a hug, "What brings you here? Coming to see me first thing, I’m so touched."

"Hold on a second."

Uncle stopped Chubby Simpleton’s enthusiasm; this man was always so serious, but as soon as he encountered Saros, he’d immediately turn into a silly, cute, chubby fool.

"What’s the matter?"

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Chubby Simpleton was puzzled, and Uncle asked, "Was it you who split us up?"

"Split us up? What do you mean?"

The Chubby Simpleton said, "There are so many miracles in Yatun, I’ve assigned you all to a place."

Just like Ying Baizhou from those years past, Bailuo too was a child of destiny who could obtain a great number of miracles. The Chubby Simpleton had long guessed this, so to avoid any suspicion, he purposely arranged them to be together.

But according to Uncle’s meaning, it seemed they hadn’t been put together after all. What was going on?

"Did someone interfere and separate you?"

The Chubby Simpleton: "Why? What’s the point in doing that?"

While Holy City Arland was naturally under the control of the Chubby Simpleton, in reality, there was another who possessed the same level of authority—that was the organizer of this time’s Holy Empire event, the Emperor Candidate.

"It’s definitely not him."

The Chubby Simpleton said, "If it were that kid interfering, it wouldn’t be possible for me to have no reaction at all."

But if it wasn’t the Emperor Candidate, then someone had actually bypassed the Chubby Simpleton’s control and perception, and managed to teleport Bailuo and the others separately. This person’s strength was undoubtedly no less than the Chubby Simpleton’s.

"Have you guessed?"

Seeing that Uncle remained silent, the Chubby Simpleton immediately knew that Uncle had a conjecture: "Who is it?"

"So fast, there is already movement."

Uncle didn’t reveal the person’s identity, but who she was, goes without saying.

Apart from the Queen of Avalon, who else could engineer such a scheme?

"You’re finally back, Big Sister."

Within the majestic space akin to a temple, the Emperor Candidate, who should be sitting on the divine throne, was kneeling on the ground. His gaze carried a bit of excitement, even a hint of tears: "If you hadn’t come, I truly would have lost the confidence to suppress those guys."

"You’ve worked hard, Little Du Mu’an."

Isefia passed by the Emperor Candidate’s side, patted his head, and then very naturally took the place on the treasure seat that had originally belonged to him.

This familiar action reassured the Emperor Candidate.

The Queen was truly back.

She was still her, the same as before.

"It’s what I should do."

The Emperor Candidate stood up: "But, can you not call that name, I’m now the holy Emperor Candidate."

The Du Mu’an hidden in the shadows, and the debonair and free-spirited Emperor Candidate—who was the real him, perhaps only he himself knew.

"But why have you only come back now?"

The Emperor Candidate didn’t understand. After all, could there really be something that could move and trouble a great existence like the Queen of Avalon?

"Although I understand you have your own personal life," the Emperor Candidate held his forehead and spoke frankly, without any reservation: "But we still have things to do, right?"

"It’s already good that I could come back."

Isefia casually propped her head with her hand, as if discussing a trivial matter: "Although Sagangduo is dead, Artian still exists. Honestly, even against Artian, even I only have a sixty percent confidence."

The Emperor Candidate naturally knew who these two individuals referred to, but he didn’t care, because in his eyes, Isefia was the strongest.

What Artian, what Sagangduo, neither were a match for her.

"Your coming to see me, does it mean the plan is starting?"

"No."

Isefia said casually, "I just wanted to see you and set your mind at ease, and also to tell you not to interfere with Yatun’s affairs for now."

"You’ve even drawn Twilight here, is it really appropriate to say this?"

The Emperor Candidate: "With Twilight in his hands, he’ll burn himself sooner or later. It’s inevitable he’s headed for a dead end; I don’t need to do anything."

With that said, the Emperor Candidate commented with emotion, "Sometimes, I really think you’re quite ruthless. He was a King, wasn’t he?"

"If the King were still around," Isefia said, "how could the Queen take charge?"

"Hiss~~~"

The Emperor Candidate drew in a breath sharply: "That’s women for you, truly frightening." One second they’re all lovey-dovey with you in bed, the next second they stab you right through the heart.

"Alright, I’ll come find you again when there’s a matter."

Having said that, Isefia prepared to leave. The Emperor Candidate frowned slightly, "So soon? What about the plan? What’s the next step in the plan?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

The Emperor Candidate: "Is that it? Is that all?"

"The time is not right," Isefia said, "When the time comes, you will naturally know."

"Ah..."

Although the Emperor Candidate felt it was odd, after all, this was the Queen of Avalon, he dared not speculate on her wisdom and thoughts lightly.

"Have a safe journey."

The Emperor Candidate did not see her off, because it was too strange for the Queen of Yatun and him to be seen walking together.

Meeting in private was one thing, but in an official setting, they were strangers who did not acknowledge one another.

However, the Emperor Candidate did not know that as Isefia walked away with her back to him, the corners of her mouth were slightly turning up.

’That’s right...’

Her senior sister sneered inwardly, her heart full of scorn for the so-called Queen of Avalon: ’You can stab me in the back, I, can do the same!’