Chapter 239: Chapter 144 Immortal Hawk Archduke (Requesting Votes)_2
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“We need an explanation from those people.”
If the Deep Sea Tribe isn’t heavy enough on the scale, then let Morgan, let other Masters of Miracles negotiate with them.
“Miracle War erupted in the Southeast Sea Domain?”
“Who’s fighting whom?”
This was an exceedingly beautiful palace, with flowing springs and chirping birds, and white gauze draping in the wind.
At the high grounds of the palace, a blonde woman dressed in flimsy, nearly gossamer garments lay sprawled on a bed, surrounded by a number of beauties, akin to fairies, carefully anointing her with honey oil and massaging her.
The woman was the Immortal Hawk Duke, Micia, one of the three Masters of Miracles of Azure, and also the direct superior of both Kristin and Coral.
“It’s not clear yet.”
Beneath her, the Saint of Dawnlight, clad in a rainbow-hued long dress, knelt in service.
She bowed her head, daring not to lift it even slightly, for fear of glimpsing the spring scenery hidden beneath the fluttering snow-white gauze due to the breeze.
“You’ll handle this matter, Avril.”
“Your command, please!”
Avril was a Legendary Warrior under the command of the Immortal Hawk Duke, and such combat power was a rarity even among Micia’s ranks.
Sending her out showed just how much Micia valued Yatun.
“If it’s a new Master of Miracles, do your best to recruit her,” Micia said, “Azure needs fresh blood; under no circumstances can we allow them to side with Brilliant.”
“Yes, Your Highness, I have understood.”
Since it was about recruitment, Avril noted that the tone certainly couldn’t be too aggressive, “Also, Kristin has been captured.”
“Kristin?”
Micia’s tone carried a hint of puzzlement, “Who’s that?”
“A Sky Knight who has just broken through to Heroic Level.”
“So it’s just a Sky Knight.”
The Immortal Hawk Duke Micia had possessed Miracle power for over 400 years, and the lengthy duration had long made her lose interest in the Miracle Troop Types.
In her eyes, only Masters and Legendary Warriors were worthy to sit at her table.
As for Sky Knights of Heroic Level, Micia had hundreds under her command, and she wouldn’t be distressed even if half of them died.
It takes a good forty to fifty years to reach Master Level, talent notwithstanding.
As for becoming Legendary, it takes a hundred years before one has the chance to be nurtured. The number of Legendary Warriors under the Immortal Hawk Duke didn’t exceed five, and so she valued them highly.
But Heroic Level...
Those with slightly better aptitude can break through in ten years.
And what is ten years to an immortal Master of Miracles? It’s almost equivalent to a human year.
That Kristin didn’t die was merely her good fortune.
Her death wouldn’t be blamed on Yatun by the Immortal Hawk Duke.
After all, they weren’t familiar!
In this battle, Bailuo and his senior sister had completely overwhelmed him, yet even facing such a disadvantageous situation, Sigurian had still managed to find a chance to turn the tables.
Such a person would certainly not be weak in the future.
“I know you find him dangerous, Your Majesty,”
The elder uncle said, “But it’s precisely because of his danger that we can’t kill him.”
“Why is that?”
“Once we sign the Miracle Contract with Morgan, bound by the restrictions of Miracle Power, we won’t have any significant friction with Morgan for at least ten years.”
“So no matter how much potential Sigurian has, he cannot threaten us.”
“I see,”
Bailuo understood, “So you mean to let Sig act as a thorn in the side of others?”
“Exactly,”
The elder said, “Under Morgan’s command, there are six sworn sons and daughters, all of them quite capable. Sig is the weakest in terms of strength, but his forte is not power, it’s his wit and intelligence.”
“Among the six, Sig is the best at scheming and manipulating, and such a person is exactly what Morgan needs most.”
According to the elder, Morgan was also like the Iron Eagle King, belonging to the same category of average-capability Masters of Miracles.
But Morgan was also lucky, having encountered two exceptionally talented individuals, namely his eldest son, the Deep Sea King, and his second daughter, the Sea Dragon Princess.
With their help, Morgan rose rapidly and gained a foothold.
“However, over the years, with the overall peace in the world,” the elder said, “Morgan has become somewhat complacent.”
“For this reason, the Pirate King of the Western Sea, Ogysail, started to threaten Morgan’s territories, and this was deeply humiliating for Morgan’s six children.”
“Sigurian must have been quite arrogant after being captured by you, right?”
“I also find it odd,” Bailuo said, “That it’s not just arrogance, but too much arrogance. I even had my sword at his neck, and he still dared to gamble with his life against me.”
Sigurian was confident Bailuo wouldn’t kill him, but did he really have such confidence?
“Having heard all that you’ve said, I seem to understand a bit more.”
Bailuo said, “Sigurian wasn’t actually trying to probe me and Feiya. He was outright seeking death!”
“Correct,”
Suddenly the elder uncle recalled something and asked, “You’ve imprisoned Sig well, haven’t you, Xiao Luo?”
“Of course!”
Bailuo instinctively replied, “A large number of Sealing Skills nearly turned him into a common man.”
“An ordinary...”
Bailuo’s expression slightly changed, and he, just like the elder uncle, exclaimed, “Damn it!”
“Your Majesty, there’s been an incident!”
The one guarding the prison was Alaya, whose wisdom was not inferior to Bailuo and his senior sister, and her state of mind was even more extraordinary, highly praised by the elder uncle.
Having her guard the prison, she wouldn’t be beguiled by Sigurian, and Bailuo was very relieved.
But this time, they had indeed made a mistake.
“Your Majesty,”
Cat Lingling teleported in: “Sister Alaya sent a message, Sigurian has committed suicide by ramming into the wall in his cell!”