Chapter 294: Chapter 159 Electronic Frontier (Requesting Monthly Pass)_3
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“This...”
Bailuo, “Why?”
“I do not wish to know too much of Yatun’s secrets,” Glarus said, “My identity is too special, even if you trust me, I must be cautious about this.”
Glarus’s identity, to put it simply, is that he is actually an undercover agent sent by the Yatun Clan to the other Princely Kings.
Yes, an undercover agent, just like in the movies about moles.
In the entire Yatun Clan, the only ones who knew Glarus’s identity were the old uncle and Elder Mountain Grandpa.
Others, even his own sister Motis, believed he had run away from home.
“You are a hero of the Yatun Clan, and you should be treated like a hero.”
Bailuo was well aware of what Glarus had done, and the contribution he had made to the Yatun Duchy, now governed by Bailuo, was enough to earn the respect of the entire nation.
One might use people until they have no further value, as the saying goes “rabbits will be cooked once dead, and birds will be hidden once the bows are drawn.”
Bailuo was not that kind of person; he would only give the best to a hero.
Of course, provided that he was truly loyal to himself.
Glarus had passed the test, and the Fairy Power was very fond of him; if the old man hadn’t been so old and been male, he might have tried his hand at a magical girl transformation.
“If my Omnihand were still around, perhaps it could have helped Your Majesty.”
“But then, I guess I wouldn’t have gained your trust.”
How to subdue the Master of Miracles – not even Bailuo’s uncle had heard of such a thing.
Would a king ever bow to another king?
If defeated, it would be nothing but death; what is there to fear?
“Even without the Omnihand, you are still one of us, our Yatun.”
He was Gonnia’s uncle and Motis aunt’s own brother; with such relations, and considering Glarus’s undercover career, Bailuo could not mistreat him.
After a brief observation period, he would be sent to the Avalon World to practice the Fighting Saint Method.
If he could succeed, what was there to hesitate about?
He was one of our own, after all!
“Sorry, Your Majesty.”
Glarus said, “If I had met you a few years earlier, perhaps I could have helped you create a great legacy, but now, I really am old.”
Not just in body, but also in spirit.
Over a decade ago, Glarus met a very talented woman with whom he paired up and had two children, a son named Bolos and a daughter named Minerva.
However, Glarus had performed too well in the service of the Iron Eagle King.
Glarus, who should have left to find the Yatun Clan, was forced to stay by Karn, a subordinate of the Iron Eagle King, using his wife and daughter as leverage.
In the end, due to an accident, Glarus’s family died under the weapons he designed for the Iron Eagle.
“Tsk, Iron Eagle again!”
Bailuo was really annoyed, “Has Iron Eagle become our nemesis, always so bothersome!”
Bailuo could forge alliances with any other kingdom, seeking common ground and coexistence.
But Iron Eagle and Thorns were exceptions.
“If he could do it, there’d be no need for me; if he can’t, neither can I.”
“These years have truly tired me out, too.”
“If Your Majesty is willing to show compassion,” Glarus said, “then give me a place to retire, and I’ll be completely content.”
Eternal youth and immortality—Glarus had given up on those.
His life, though brief, had been spectacular, and there was nothing he regretted leaving behind.
At the end of his life, to be buried in the Yatun homeland, lying next to his sister Motis’s tomb, that was Glarus’s only wish now.
“This...”
“Your Majesty,” Uncle said, “let’s grant his wish.”
Glarus’s more than two decades of espionage had done all that could be done for the rise of our Yatun.
“All right then.”
Bailuo chose to respect Glarus.
He wouldn’t pry into the Miracle Power of our Yatun, not even sneak a peek.
And what Bailuo was to offer him was nothing more than the same treatment given to other slaves.
“The same, definitely not possible, Elder, no matter what, you are still one of my clansmen.”
Bailuo said, “How about this, Harbor Town is looking to develop and needs a shopping district, so Elder, how about you open a shop? What do you think?”
Open a shop...
Seeing Glarus hesitate, Bailuo asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Ah, no, it’s fine, no problem.”
Glarus said, “I’m just thinking about what kind of shop I should open?”
“What are you good at, Elder? Do you have any hobbies or interests?”
Bailuo: “How about painting?”
“Painting, I only have a superficial understanding.”
“Superficial?”
Bailuo looked down at the design schematics in his hand, then at the stack of schematics beside him.
Goodness, you call this superficial?!
“My hobbies are quite extensive, and the things I know... ”
After some thought, Glarus finally said, “I know a little about everything, I suppose.”
Bailuo: “...”
Another ‘know a little about everything’?
“How about this, I’ll give you the shop, and you tell Gonnia whatever you want to open.”
Although he was a civilian, Glarus was more like a GM, a hidden powerhouse mingling among sheep.
“Also, if possible, Elder, could you help guide the civilians,” Bailuo said, “so they can feel a sense of belonging to Yatun as soon as possible?”
“You can rest assured.”
Glarus said, “If anyone becomes discontented, I will discover it and inform you at once.”
Glarus’s struggle for the Yatun Clan was the sole reason for his lifetime of effort.
Anyone who dared to harm Yatun was an enemy of Glarus, and he would show no mercy!