Chapter 240: Chapter 145: Uncle’s Past (Please Vote for Recommendation)
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“Damn!!”
Bailuo truly hadn’t expected the Sigurians to be so fiercely defiant.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty.”
Uncle hurriedly pulled Bailuo back, saying, “Don’t worry, rest assured, I had anticipated this.”
“Anticipated? You anticipated this too?”
“Not anticipated, but indeed, I had someone make preparations in advance.”
Uncle said, “That prison cell, after you left, I specially requested Lady Lilith to reinforce it, making it so that no one could die from impact, at most they would end up with a bloody head.”
“You gave me a scare.”
Bailuo had thought Sigurians were the type to fear death and cling to life, but he couldn’t have imagined they would be so bold.
“Let’s go.”
The senior sister opened the Gate of Avalon and directly led them to the bottom floor of the prison.
There, the Tree Elves immediately sensed it, they were using the force of life to treat the unconscious Sigurian.
“Playing for real.”
Looking at the blood all over the floor and the bloodstains on the walls, Bailuo could imagine the force with which the impact had been made.
The Sigurian’s limbs were shackled, but his neck could still move.
Unable to surge forward for impact, he could still move his head backward, letting the back of his skull collide with the iron wall.
But due to the limited range, the force was weak.
“It would take at least a dozen or more strikes to inflict such injuries.”
Uncle immediately recognized the method of suicide employed by the Sigurian at a glance, while Bailuo listened in astonishment.
“To hit the same spot over ten times, enduring the pain?”
Bailuo shook his head repeatedly, “Why would he do this, to turn me and Morgan into enemies, is it necessary?”
The Sigurian was Morgan’s Child of Miracle.
Logically, he shouldn’t do anything that would defy or disadvantage Morgan.
If the Sigurian died by Bailuo’s hand, Morgan would inevitably become a mortal enemy of Bailuo.
“Exactly.”
Uncle nodded and said, “The Miracle Citizens will fight for you, but if the Master of Miracles withdraws their power, casting them into the mortal realm, not all will betray, but it surely chills the heart.”
Just as if Bailuo were to take back Abadun’s power, Abadun wouldn’t hate Bailuo.
He’d await Bailuo’s next summons, to be granted power once more.
But the issue is, this creates opportunities for enemies to strike at weaknesses.
Therefore, Uncle advised Bailuo that no matter what happens in the future, he should not take away their Miracle Power but use other means of punishment.
After all, they are loyally devoted to Bailuo, sincerely hoping for his strength to grow.
This could be seen by looking at Sigurian.
If he died, Morgan would hate Bailuo.
But constrained by the Holy Covenant, Morgan would not attack Bailuo, so Morgan would suffer no loss.
On the contrary, Morgan would then strive to improve and rise.
In ten years, or a hundred, Morgan would grow stronger and stronger.
To exchange one’s life for the vigilance of a king, isn’t that loyalty enough?
“We cannot directly win over these talents,” Uncle said, “but through diplomatic strategies, as well as the coercion of war, we can compel those Masters of Miracles to release them.”
Once released, upon reaching Yatun territory, as long as Bailuo exerts his methods.
One year might not be enough, maybe two years, if not two, then three years.
Sooner or later, they would be moved by Bailuo and sincerely align with him.
As for whether it’s genuine, the acceptance of Bailuo’s Miracle Power would be the best evidence.
“Then in the future, if I take a liking to someone...”
“Don’t worry,” Uncle said, “Uncle will find a way for you.”
The uncle and nephew exchanged glances, both displaying an understanding expression.
“Your Majesty.”
Alaya stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, “I apologize profusely, it was my fault for failing in my guard duty.”
“It’s not your fault, no one could have expected...”
Bailuo didn’t finish his sentence as he saw Uncle, then quickly corrected himself: “Ordinary people wouldn’t have expected such a thing.”
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