A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 671 - 349: Holy City of Arland (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 671 -349: Holy City of Arland (Seeking Monthly Pass)

“The Conference of Kings has been brought forward again?”

The Conference of Kings, originally convened once every ten years, had been moved up to three months later due to Chubby Simpleton’s decision, and the matters concerning Yatun, as well as the advent of Twilight, had expedited this international dialogue even further.

From the Southern Continent, New Continent, Northern Continent, to the Brilliant, Azure, and the seas where the Pirate Kings resided—

The masters of miracles from the oceans alone numbered nearly eleven. Counting Bailuo as well, the maritime forces could likewise claim to be an empire.

However, now the Three Dukes of Azure clearly could no longer interact with Bailuo with the attitude of a senior.

A single instance of Twilight had created a massive generational divide, completely severing the relationship between them.

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The ocean’s strength was definitely lacking compared to that of the continents.

There were no Superior Miracles here, nor were there any emperors among the masters of miracles; the strongest were merely Middle Tier.

“Where is the location?”

Bailuo began a telepathic conversation with those who would attend the conference.

“The origin of the Holy Empire, the Holy Capital ‘Arland’.”

Chubby Simpleton had long since retired; he now had no army, nor much territory. This Arland was once the capital of the Holy Empire, but now its symbolic significance outweighed its practical importance.

Nevertheless, as the strongest in the Miracle World, Chubby Simpleton truly had the authority and qualifications to command the heroes.

“And the time?”

“In three days.”

Indeed, it was very urgent; it seemed the Kings could hardly wait to understand Twilight, as well as Bailuo’s stance.

“Prepare and set off.”

This time, a total of seven people from Yatun’s side would participate in the action.

Lyon had taken control of the Ancient City, representing a new master of miracles; Bailuo and his senior sister each counted for a spot, as the leaders from Yatun.

Ali represented Zhuxia, the Marchioness represented Clearspring Kingdom, and Ying Muyao was naturally the leader of the Eastern Empire—these three women were legitimate members of the Conference of Kings by right.

“Plus the old uncle.”

The old uncle was now Clearspring’s husband, the King of the Dust World, without a doubt qualified.

“With me around, Xiao Bai won’t be necessary.”

Ali had a job like Bai Yino’s, both serving as Bailuo’s personal protectors.

In terms of individual combat power, neither was weaker than any Dimensional Creature embodiment of a Superior Miracle, and such strong characters were not suitable for exposure.

“Xiao Bai is the Master of the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch.”

“Urgh.”

Ali: “Can we really play it like this?”

Sherri and Lilith didn’t need to be brought along.

The Lu Wei Family from the Ancient Chronicles needed to guard the interior of Yatun while Bailuo attended the conference.

“Marchioness.”

In Clearspring Kingdom, a woman with myth-like black hair and black clothing stood beside the Marchioness: “The carriage is ready.”

Her name was Saimir Ramis, and she was now the only epic-grade warrior in Clearspring Kingdom, with the profession of ‘Empress of Assyria’.

However, she greatly disliked this title. After all, her own master was merely a Marchioness, yet she was called ‘Empress’, which was seriously disrespectful.

Therefore, Bella seldom used her epic professional title and preferred the nickname from her younger days—Little Dove.

This was the name given to her by her teacher, Saros, who rescued her from the slave market and brought her back to Clearspring Kingdom back in the day.

“Has teacher really returned?”

The space inside the carriage was quite vast, essentially a sizable room.

As an epic-grade warrior, Saimir was entitled and obligated to sit beside Clearspring, providing close personal protection.

“Yes, he has returned.”

Saros had previously visited Clearspring Kingdom when Saimir was not present, as she had gone to another dimension with Sword Saint Strylus, Eye of the Divine Realm, and the Golden Emperor.

The dimensional creatures there were particularly arrogant, which provoked the wrath of the Master of Miracles, so epic-grade warriors were dispatched to suppress them.

For the most powerful dimensional creatures, which are merely of legend, an epic is an unconquerable monster.

“Congratulations to you.”

Saimir held Clearspring in high esteem.

The Marchioness and Saros were like Saimir’s parents, and the two, having been through trials and tribulations, had finally come together—it couldn’t be more perfect.

Hence, when Saimir heard that the Marchioness had been claimed by her old uncle, becoming his Miracle Creature, she wasn’t the least bit upset. Instead, she found it natural.

Without her old uncle, Clearspring Kingdom would have perished decades ago.

And now, each of the several legends in Clearspring Kingdom, including her, were personally trained by Saros.

To speak unpleasantly, everyone from the top down in Clearspring Kingdom belonged to Saros. With just a word from her old uncle, Clearspring could be stripped bare, cleansed, and then thrown onto the bed to await his grace.

Of course, this is also something everyone clearly understands about Clearspring’s intentions.

“What’s there to congratulate.”

Clearspring claimed such, yet her hand gently caressed her abdomen, causing Saimir’s eyes to widen: “That, no, it can’t be?”

“Just as you’re thinking, little dove.”

“This!!”

No matter what her old uncle would do in the future, Clearspring would never be alone again, for that man had given her new hope.

This child would take his place, accompanying Clearspring by her side until his return, or until she went to find him.

“I have also chosen a name.”

Clearspring said with a smile, “Asaleth.”

Saimir was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how low the IQ of a woman in love could be, yet this was happening too fast.

“So are we to integrate with Yatun afterward?”

Clearspring Kingdom and Zhu Xia Country were both very easy to resolve.

The latter had nothing, no power, not much culture, poor living standards, practically living in a primitive society.

To join Yatun, not a single one of the 200,000 Zhuxia People would refuse.

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Clearspring Kingdom was straightforward, it was reshaped from scratch by her old uncle, all its powerhouses, the upper echelons, and its backbone, almost all originated from her old uncle’s nurturing decades ago.

In decades, they transformed a group of ordinary people, who had no idea what Miracle Power was, into their current heights.

Others need at least a hundred years to break into legend, and a millennium to have a chance to aspire for the epic.

But her old uncle enabled Saimir, within 40 years, to complete the entire journey from mortal to epic.

Saimir’s talent was one thing, but more so were her old uncle’s guidance.

Clearspring’s incorporation into Yatun, was it an invasion?

Nonsense!

The whole of Clearspring Kingdom was now almost entirely using Yatun culture, and the Marchioness had been preparing for her old uncle’s ascendance for decades.

Thus, Clearspring’s integration into Yatun was like a child working abroad coming home.

With her old uncle there, they would only feel more at home.

“Integration, but not going over.”

Clearspring said, “We will still develop on this piece of land. The Marquis Territory of Clearspring is the Land of Wonders, a place where miracles descend, and we must not abandon it.”

In Miracle World, the Land of Wonders is a rare resource among rare resources, no one would bear to destroy it, let alone forsake it.

In the past, two Masters of Miracles could even fight over a square kilometer of the Land of Wonders until their faces flushed and ears turned red.

Although it has subsided somewhat now, aside from the Iron Eagle Country, the sense of territorial consciousness among the other Kings still remains very strong.