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"No," Grandpa Luwei overruled Yellow Spring’s decision.

"Why?"

"You’ll die," Grandpa Luwei said. "If it were just any ordinary family, with your skillset, combined with our clan’s unique partial awakening, and risking your life, you might stand a chance even against a Miracle Troop Type. But you can’t win against this family."

After hearing Yellow Spring’s explanation, Grandpa Luwei got to know a bit about the family.

"I, can’t win?"

Yellow Spring had encountered some utterly evil pirates overseas, and she could kill them all by herself.

"When you tell me this family has killed many girls, I pretty much know who is behind it," said Grandpa Luwei, whose vast experience from years of adventure was not to be underestimated. "Beautiful eyes, lovely hair, soft skin—as soon as I hear that, I know who is manipulating behind the scenes." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Who?"

"There’s no one else I can think of who would do such a thing but the Lord of the White Birch Trees."

Old Luwei said, "They are making living dolls."

"What are living dolls?"

It sounded like something out of folktales, or horror ballads.

Almost every legend in Miracle Mainland was a derivative of the Master of Miracles, but the land was too vast and the legends too numerous.

Only someone like Grandpa Luwei, who had traveled the world, would know them like the back of his hand.

"Living dolls are a type of Miracle Troop Type made from human bodies," Old Luwei explained. "Very eerie, they’re disturbing even among the monstrous deeds of the notorious Fool’s Old Feast."

Experimenting on humans, and children at that!

Morgan and Bailuo both belonged to the class that had conquered the Fool’s Old Feast, shaping it to their image as Masters of Miracles.

But the Lord of the White Birch Trees was different; he had utterly fallen.

No longer controlling miracles as a human, but being controlled by them.

No, that’s not the right way to put it.

The nature of the Lord of the White Birch Trees was such through and through.

A crazy, evil, twisted person, who would still be a lunatic without miracles.

"His madness is precisely what attracted that kind of Miracle Power," said Old Luwei. "This Skelot family must be devoted followers developed by the Lord of the White Birch Trees."

The Miracle Citizens under the Lord of the White Birch Trees were all deranged without exception.

Because only such people could understand the Lord of the White Birch Trees and were qualified to join his ranks, to gain his Miracle Power.

"Grandpa, what you mean is," the Ghost Princess said, "if Yellow Spring messes with this family, the Lord of the White Birch Trees will make a move?"

"Not necessarily."

Old Luwei said, "But we cannot take this risk."

"Just saving a person is not a big problem," Old Luwei continued. "As arrogant as the Lord of the White Birch Trees is, he would not cross borders to meddle with matters in Thistle Province."

The Lu Wei Family were special guests in the eyes of General Winter.

General Winter expected them to behave, but saving someone or killing a few people would be overlooked; he certainly wouldn’t let others kill them.

If there really was a need to kill, General Winter could easily send a few Transcendent Miracle Troop Types, and The Lu Wei Family wouldn’t be able to withstand them.

"Then, Grandpa, why didn’t you stop me?"

Yellow Spring wasn’t mindless; she dared to go because she had a strategy to handle the situation.

Even if she misjudged, Old Luwei would have had someone stop her.

But he didn’t. Old Luwei said nothing.

"Grandpa, you feel the same as me, don’t you?"

Yellow Spring understood Grandpa Luwei’s character; he too detested evil.

"Heh."

Asura said mockingly, "Can you not make a joke? The old man is different from you; you’re just foolish."

"Shing!"

"Bang!"

As knives clashed and sparked, Yellow Spring and Asura had already exchanged multiple blows in an instant.

"Stop this nonsense!"

The Ghost Princess, stronger than her brothers and sisters, stepped forward and easily separated the two, stopping their infighting.

Then, with a chop of her hand, she knocked each of them down.

"If Grandpa didn’t stop it, he must have his reasons."

"Actually, there isn’t much reason."

Old Luwei said, "Putting us here was the decision of the youngster Li Xue."

"Do you think he hasn’t stepped into this city for decades for no reason? Isn’t it because he can’t manage it?"

Was General Winter truly ineffectual, allowing the Ancient City to drift, eventually becoming what it is now?

No, of course not.

In fact, soon after General Winter took charge of the city, he employed the harshest methods to purge the corrupt nobles.

He killed people, a lot of them.

But the outcome was not ideal because General Winter did not offer a reasonable plan to educate the land.

The Iron Eagle Kingdom as a whole adopted a policy of keeping the populace ignorant, not allowing the power of miracles to be revealed among the mortals.

But this doesn’t really matter, as one can see Coral City has been developing well.

"Yet this city is not only under the watch of Count Thorn," Old Luwei said. "Mountains, Star Night, even the Extreme North, all have their spies here."

"The youngster Li Xue wanted to act, but encountered unimaginable obstacles."

"What about Count Thorn?" the Ghost Princess asked. "The Ancient City is his territory, why doesn’t he take action?"

"Count Thorn, I had the fortune to meet him once," Old Luwei shook his head. "He’s like a poor child, lacking any kingly demeanor."

Such a person, Old Luwei did not take seriously.

Just like decades ago, when General Winter most needed support, Count Thorn failed to be a backbone, to shield him from the pressure of other Masters of Miracles.

"The miracles of the Iron Eagle Kingdom are mostly unsuited for development."

"The other countries need benefits, and Thorn has none to offer."

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