A rare magical miracle in the world

"But, at least bring a guard,"

Lyon knew Bailuo was powerful, and this was just an incarnation of the Blood Moon Hunter, even if it died, it wouldn’t hurt Bailuo.

After all, the Master of Miracles could only attack directly; any curses, mental harm, or psychic shackles were ineffective against him.

But the problem was, this was Bailuo, his brother, his Majesty!

If Bailuo’s Blood Moon Hunter was killed, especially within his own area of responsibility,

what immense shame would that be?

Let alone being killed, even if Bailuo were to lose a single hair, Lyon worried he might go berserk.

"Hmm, you make sense."

Bailuo wasn’t here to fight; he was here to search for an old companion.

’Such a clear hint; surely someone would see it.’

The old uncle said: "I’m afraid Lyon’s purge might inadvertently hurt our own people."

The old uncle would surely not suggest Bailuo go personally, but Bailuo wasn’t that busy.

To Bailuo, children waging war was like a school sports meet; as a parent, he surely needed to watch over it.

Conveniently, he was heading the same way to find his old companion.

"After several months apart, I wonder if the Venomous Snake Gang has recovered." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Bailuo looked around, stepped forward, and his figure instantly shifted from the port to the rooftop of a house.

"Your Majesty, please wait."

Sheila, donning a woman’s trench coat, looked much more mature in her Blood Moon Hunter guise than her real self, like a 14-year-old girl suddenly turning into a 20-year-old lady.

This was also an effect of the Greedy World Dream, showcasing the future appearance of its citizens.

"Sheila will be quite beautiful when she’s grown up."

"..."

With such a statement coming first, Sheila couldn’t stand it: "Your Majesty..."

"Call me master."

"Mas, master."

Indeed, the future Sheila was very beautiful, just with a much colder demeanor than when she was younger.

But even the coldest of girls blushed when complimented by the person she admired, and Sheila nearly bowed her head in embarrassment.

"Master, big brother hasn’t expanded the Miracle Domain, I cannot draw strength," Sheila said, "At the moment, I can only exert Extraordinary Power, not enough to protect you."

"To say something heartbreaking, don’t mind it,"

Bailuo: "Even in your prime, you probably couldn’t protect me."

Sheila: That hit home!!

"Let’s go."

Bailuo led the way: "In a few hours, it will be dusk, and we need to find them before that."

Without clues, and unaware of these people’s situations, it was going to be a difficult search.

Soon, the two crossed the old city district and arrived above the inner city.

"Hehehe."

Silvery laughter reverberated along the walls of the Ancient City, where aristocratic women and wealthy young ladies strolled, leading leashes in their hands, to which were tied robust, burly men.

These were men from the west, known as Heifu, with strong builds and particularly exceptional in that respect.

Many aristocratic ladies considered it a privilege to keep Heifu in servitude.

"Master,"

Sheila noticed Bailuo had stopped walking and was instead leaning on the city wall, gazing into the distance.

Approaching him, she saw the plain in front of the city’s outer district, where a flood-like stream of refugees poured towards the outer city area.

They had seen such a sight before setting out to sea.

But what Sheila hadn’t expected was that this would become a common sight in Hiruen: "Master, all these people, just what..."

"They are refugees about to be turned into slaves."

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Bailuo said, "From the entire Iron Eagle Country, as well as other countries, they sell themselves into the Ancient City, and then from here, they are transported everywhere."

"Look over there."

"Today’s slaves seem even more numerous than yesterday’s."

"That one, that one, looks so strong. It appears that tomorrow we can buy some interesting fellows in the market again."

Many people were looking out over this scene from the city walls, including a large number of noble ladies, who were slave enthusiasts.

"In their hands, are those telescopes?"

"No surprise."

Bailuo: "Telescopes can be made in the King of the Mountains’ domain."

If the Master of Miracles wants to create something, it is not difficult, but such a thing as a telescope is useless to the Miracle Citizens.

The eyesight of Bailuo and Sheila, that is no longer eyesight, but rather a ’skill’."

This is also the fundamental reason why the world of mortals is so backwards: the Masters of Miracles will not improve the quality of life for a bunch of useless rubbish.

"Master, can the slaves bought by those ladies survive?"

"They won’t survive."

Bailuo held not the slightest bit of fondness for this group of noblewomen and ladies: "Slaves are consumables for the authority figures in this city."

Having said this, Bailuo then saw a noblewoman whipping Heifu with a whip, and then making him lie on the ground like a chair, at her disposal for easing her fatigue.

"This!"

Sheila looked at the women before her, who were indeed not bad-looking, and dressed exquisitely, gorgeously.

But through fairy spells, Sheila saw their pasts.

Hell, it was simply mortal hell!

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."

Bailuo remarked, "It’s time for a downpour to wash away the sins of this city."

"Sir, is this your first time in Hiruen?"

Bailuo’s clothing was not outstanding, but his demeanor, the charm brought by being a Master of Miracles, how could mortals resist it.

The surrounding noblewomen and gorgeously dressed young ladies noticed him and their eyes immediately lit up.

"Hm?"

Bailuo turned around, his originally gentle face immediately dropped to freezing temperatures, without a trace of a smile.

"Stop right there!"

Seeing that the other party wanted to approach, Sheila immediately blocked them, her gaze cold, like a beast choosing its prey, causing the noblewomen and young ladies who were drawing near to hesitate in their steps.

Sheila held not the slightest bit of fondness for them; not to mention letting them touch Bailuo, even speaking a word to him felt to Sheila like a desecration of Bailuo.

"Get lost, you skinbags."

Sheila’s voice carried Miracle Power, the terrifying aura of the Greedy World, instantly enveloping these women.

"Help, save me~"

"Ahh!!!"

Amidst the screams, the women stricken with fear scrambled away, pale-faced and in panic.

"Let’s go."

Bailuo paid them no heed: "Add a spell to shield the mortals."

"Swish."

Suddenly, Bailuo paused in his step, stunned for a moment, because the long-absent sound of pages turning emerged in his mind from the Black Leather Book.

Miracle.

A new miracle has arrived!

"Hm?"

Bailuo immediately looked towards the Black Leather Book, and what surprised him was that this time the pages that had opened were not the past ones, but two pages.

The ninth and the tenth pages...

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