A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 285: Chapter 157: 30 Years of Piling, Never Defeated (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

But how could Glarus and Yue Xi, who are not related by blood, be a team?

This, actually, there’s nothing special about their story.

It just so happened that when Yue Xi was caught stealing, she was arrested, and the scruffy uncle was also there as a slave, so the two were locked up in the same cell.

Just then, Handlebar Mustache came to buy slaves.

Glarus overheard his requirements and immediately discussed it with Yue Xi, they lied about being father and daughter to get out of their predicament sooner.

Escape was impossible since they both had the slave branding, and it seemed unlikely they’d ever have another chance in this lifetime.

Moreover, as the girl had no real skills, going out would mean continuing to steal and then waiting to be caught and beaten to death.

Being a slave was certainly miserable, but at least there would be food to eat.

Perhaps with some luck, given the girl’s looks, if they encountered a rich family, she could become a concubine or a warming maid, which seemed not too bad either.

At least then, she would have a full stomach and a warm bed to sleep in. What a delightful thought.

“You, I reckon, wouldn’t be warming any bed.”

“How could I not warm a bed, I, I’m a beautiful girl!”

Looking at the girl’s filthy appearance, Glarus shook his head; they had spent several months together in the cell.

Without Glarus, Yue Xi would have died long ago.

Yue Xi knew that Glarus was protecting her and even taught her to read and told her interesting stories from other places.

However, most of them seemed like myths to Yue Xi, and not the particularly reliable kind.

Things like a fountain that grants eternal youth, a flying city, or a one-eyed giant who could walk across the ocean.

He even said that when people died, their bodies could bounce right out of their coffins.

Heh, is this what they call ‘dancing on graves’?

In any case, aside from these wild fantasies, Glarus was quite a good person – reliable and especially with his premonitory skills, which almost made Yue Xi think he was some deity.

Having spent these days with Glarus, Yue Xi genuinely grew fond of the old man.

“But, old man, you’re really amazing, bonding with the slave trader in just a few words, and even the guards occasionally brought you food and drink.”

Thinking of their interactions, Yue Xi almost burst out laughing: “Have they been taken in by your blarney?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Glarus: “What we have is mutual appreciation.”

Glarus is a storyteller, and as long as his stories continue, they won’t lay a hand on him.

Glarus: My stories are endless.

“Pff!”

Yue Xi grew even more curious about the scruffy uncle: “By the way, how did you know we were going to be caught before it happened?”

“It was the Dawnlight.”

“What’s that? You could tell there was a problem from the Dawnlight?”

“That was no ordinary Dawnlight.”

Glarus said: “You grew up on the Star Night side, so you haven’t heard, it only appears when the Saint of Dawnlight shows up.”

“Dawnlight, the Saint? What’s that?”

Yue Xi: “Is that another one of your fantasies? But it does sound interesting. Tell me more about it, will you?”

“…”

Glarus chose to be silent, offering no further explanation. He sat there like an old man who had seen much of the world, leaning against the cabin wall, eyes closed and meditating.

“Well, I was wrong last time, I shouldn’t have interrupted your storytelling, I admit my mistake.”

“Don’t be so petty, old man~~~”

“When you come to know what a miracle is,” Glarus said, “then come ask me about the Saint of Dawnlight.”

“A miracle?”

Yue Xi didn’t understand and pursed her lips disdainfully: “Hmph, acting all high and mighty, with all your dark and mysterious talk. Little lady here doesn’t want to know about your Saint of Dawnlight.”

“Little lady has something to eat.”

After saying that, Yue Xi happily pulled out a cake from her bosom and started munching: “Jealous, aren’t you? I’m not giving, definitely not giving it to you!”

Bailuo: Ah, there were actually things stuffed in there!

“Ignorance is bliss.”

Glarus liked Yue Xi’s innocence.

The girl had lost her parents from a young age, and every day, she struggled to survive. Alone and helpless, despite giving it her all, she still couldn’t fill her stomach.

“Poor child, if the war hadn’t occurred ten years ago, perhaps her parents wouldn’t have died.”

“At least, she wouldn’t end up like she is now, a slave.”

“Will there ever be a day… when I can atone for my sins…”

Glarus missed the days of his youth; he closed his eyes, and a tear unknowingly slid down his cheek: ‘I wish I could hear that child call me brother again, and Teacher Luwei, Big Brother Shan, Little Yezi…’

If only you were still alive, how wonderful that would be.

“Kaka kaka.”

Inside Avalon Castle, Bailuo watched as the old uncle fiddled with a turtle shell, his eyebrows slightly furrowed: “That thing, you’re still playing with it?”

“Didn’t you tell me about it before? It’s called divination, right?”

“Just remembered it suddenly, and I was bored, seemed kind of interesting.”

The old uncle started to sort out the copper coins, silver coins, and Gold Coins he had dumped from the turtle shell, checking their meanings.

“This thing, it’s not reliable.”

“Just trying it out.”

The old uncle: “It’s just for fun.”

“Heh.”

Bailuo never believed in such things, and neither did the old uncle.

But that didn’t stop him from having a broad range of interests. When bored, he liked to explore new fields he had never played with before.

Like this divination and fortune-telling, using the quite ancient method of turtle shell divination.

“I just mentioned it in passing, right?”

Bailuo remembered telling the old uncle a few things about fortune-telling when he was a child: ‘Can you tell fortunes, like reading stars, making hexagrams, and Tarot Cards and stuff?’

“Uncle, why did you suddenly take an interest in it today?”