Chapter 241: Chapter 145: Uncle’s Past (Please Vote for Recommendation)_2

Bailuo helped Alaya to her feet and then urged her to continue guarding Sigurian.

As for Kristin, that was just a dumbass—It would be enough to have the Adun Rat Tribe keep an eye on her.

Of course, there would still need to be guards in place.

But a dumbass wasn’t like Sigurian; her value was too small.

Uncle could almost be sure that the Immortal Hawk Duke wouldn’t waver in his relationship with our Yatun because of her.

“Speaking of which, I’ve pretty much seen the extent of Morgan’s Miracle Power.”

Bailuo: “Then what’s the situation with The Three Dukes of Azure?”

The Abyss Gu Flute, Sea Monsters, Sea Demon.

One has to admit, Morgan developed this Lower-tier Miracle Object quite well.

In 200 years, having nurtured so many Miracle Citizens, even Bailuo, as a Master of Miracles, found Morgan impressive.

“The Three Dukes of Azure comprise Duke Yangbo, Divine Furnace Duke, and Immortal Hawk Duke.”

In the Miracle World, titles themselves held no real significance—they purely reflected military strength and combat power.

If your combat power reached a certain level, then you would be an earl, Duke, or King.

Of course, not all places operated this way.

Take, for example, Count Thorn—he was the more low-profile type, not even caring when others called him a mud-legger.

It was as if all of it were floating clouds to him; that’s Count Thorn for you.

“What do these three signify?”

Bailuo: “Divine Furnace and Immortal Hawk sound like they’re names of Miracle Objects and Miracle Creatures. Could it be that they refer to the Miracle Entity itself?”

But that was impossible.

Any Master of Miracles would hide their Miracle Entity very carefully.

Even though Bailuo had exposed a lot before, he forcefully claimed it was a miracle—who could prove he was lying?

No one could disprove it!

Morgan asked Sig: ‘What Miracle Powers does he have?’

What could Sig reply?

He could only answer: ‘Frost, lightning, storms, and some exquisitely equipped warriors, treasures that can summon monsters, girls who ride brooms to fly around, and strange abilities that can turn people into animals…’

A huge mishmash of things.

Yet the result was that Morgan listened with a confused face: ‘So what is the miracle on the other side?’

A miracle is a deterrent; you expose some parts of it, hide some parts of it, partial concealment—that’s the correct way to use a miracle.

“But what about Yangbo? What does that word mean?”

Yangbo?

Let’s row the oars, and push the little boat through the waves.

Bailuo felt he could sing it out.

“Duke Yangbo is the strongest of The Three Dukes of Azure.”

Uncle said, “He obtained a miracle over 800 years ago. Long before our Yatun ancestors arrived on the Miracle Mainland, he had already carved out his own territory across the sea.”

“But we don’t have to worry about them.”

Uncle said, “The Three Dukes of Azure have their own behavioral habits from many years at sea; if a person has behaved the same for hundreds of years, it’s impossible to suddenly change sides.”

That is credibility, as well as the posture of a nation.

Yatun needed these things. They were fundamental to building diplomatic relations and trade with other nations.

“But right now, we don’t seem to have much credibility, do we?”

“I have gathered some by forcing my way, but real credibility needs to be cultivated gradually and established over time.”

Uncle: “If my predictions are not wrong, Azure will soon send someone to contact us, perhaps even faster than Morgan.”

“They can find our location?”

“Don’t underestimate them,” Uncle said: “We’ve been hiding out here, so no one has noticed us.”

“But now, there’s only so much area in the ocean; checking one by one is only a matter of time, especially since we’ve left an opening.”

“Handlebar Mustache?”

Transporting slaves to Yatun repeatedly created obvious traces, something The Three Dukes of Azure could hardly fail to notice.

Previously, without a target in mind, no one would notice a small-time slave trader.

But with a targeted investigation, it would be all too simple.

“Don’t worry, with the Avalon World, Yatun can also retreat completely unscathed.”

“Go big or go home!”

Uncle gave Bailuo a lot of confidence; since they had an escape route, Bailuo could do his utmost, and that was the only thing Uncle could do.

He was not Bailuo, nor was he the King of Yatun.

Uncle had a precise understanding of his role; he was there to clear the way for Bailuo, but he wouldn’t walk those paths for him.

Bailuo would have to choose his own future paths.

“Whichever path you choose.”

Uncle lit a cigarette, held it in his hand, and began to puff away: “We will support you.”

“Yeah.”

Bailuo: “Oh, by the way, how’s the cigarette?”

“Hey! I’ll tell you, this stuff really hits the spot!”

Uncle: “As an old smoker, I guarantee it’ll totally replace the tobacco market on Miracle Mainland.”

What Masters of Miracles coveted most was pleasure.

The Miracle Pocket could provide a plethora of foods, even tobacco used for making cigarettes.

As for the production of cigarettes, with Lilith and the witches around, it was not an issue at all.

“That’s good to hear.”

Yatun’s first step towards international presence was to establish a market that could meet the demands of numerous Masters of Miracles.

Once there was demand, Yatun would not be taken lightly.

There might be threats, such as demands for Yatun to supply quality food seeds or tobacco.

But Yatun could offer these readily, no problem at all.

“These resources, we have an endless supply.”

“And to exchange the infinite for what we do not have,” Uncle said: “Why not?”

“Right.”

Bailuo asked, “So what should we exchange for?”

“That we can discuss over time.”

“Your Majesty.”

At that moment, Cat Yiyi ran over: “Sig has awakened.”

“Let’s have a look.”