Chapter 831: Chapter 509: Preparation for War (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Miracle Warriors do not fear death; for honor, the Deep Sea King and Serafier are entirely willing to fight to the death for Morgan.

Morgan is also not someone who fears death.

Fortunately, the South Sea Kingdom doesn’t have such foolhardy youngsters, especially Sigurian, who is sufficiently cunning and intelligent.

Bailuo is not afraid of him returning because a wise man knows how to place his bets.

As long as Yatun continues to be strong, any slight dissent in the South Sea Kingdom would be preemptively suppressed by Sigurian, whose abilities Morgan and his other adopted children and daughters deeply trust.

A tactician with judgment, his intelligence is precisely what Bailuo needs now.

Likewise, as the first among the Miracle Kings to fully pledge allegiance to him, Bailuo will surely reward him to show others that following him brings fortune and abundance.

“You may return now, Hailbo.”

Bailuo departed, and the role of the Envoy is precisely this, to converse directly from afar with others, avoiding threats.

The only issue is that the value of the Envoy itself is very high – after all, not many can claim a visit from the Master of Miracles; each is immensely precious.

“My lord has summoned me back,” Hailbo bowed to Morgan: “I take my leave.”

“Lulu, let’s go.”

“Huh?”

“That quick?”

Cat Lulu, fluttering in the air, hastily followed after seeing Hailbo turn around.

Once the two had left, Morgan then looked towards Sigurian, his eyes filled with doubt and fear: “I never expected that King Yatun would possess such power.”

“Having him as a neighbor, we too must live in constant anxiety if we cannot keep him appeased.”

“My child.”

Morgan: “Although it’s late to say this now, are you confident?”

The contract was made, and swiftly so, but Morgan still hoped Sigurian could clear his doubts.

“Yes.”

Sigurian said: “In leading troops, I am not as good as my elder brother, and in duels, not as good as my second sister; but in reading people, using scheming tactics – even combined, my brother and sister do not match up to me.”

This was a frank admission; Sigurian had grown up beside Morgan, the family knew each other’s capabilities and potential well.

“I see King Yatun as a good ally.”

“He is a typical person from Yatun,” Sigurian said: “and what characterizes the People of Yatun? They do not submit to the powerful, they don’t follow the rules, yet they have a bottom line.”

“I am certain, as long as we fight this battle well, the side of King Yatun will become a real pillar for us.”

Morgan lacks power, hence he needs his children to share his worries. Sigurian’s planned route for Morgan is to conquer alongside Yatun, seizing a reign over the seas, which is not at all a difficult task.

Regarding eternity, however,

That is utter nonsense.

“In this world, where is there anything eternal,” Sigurian said: “How glorious was the former Yatun Empire, how formidable the Holy Emperor at his peak, and now?”

Even such powerful individuals have fallen, dynastic changes as frequent as meals, with only one Lower Miracle, can Morgan be eternal?

“I do not seek eternity, only that you may live in peace.”

As a father, Morgan truly earned the genuine love of his children, but he also understood clearly that eternity is impossible; he already lived 200 years, not at a loss.

What Sigurian wanted, is for the South Sea Kingdom to prosper for another thousand, ten thousand years, but everything comes to an end eventually.

“I can guarantee, as long as Yatun exists, so will the South Sea Kingdom; if Yatun falls…”

Sigurgian shrugged, saying: “Not even Saros can ensure it lasts, how could we possibly survive?”

So better to accept it, try to prolong the survival of the South Sea Kingdom as much as possible, without dreaming of an eternal reign–it’s impossible.

If one day, Bailuo collapses, even Saros’ wisdom can’t support Yatun Nation, that would only mean one thing: in this world of drastic changes, destiny demands the death of these Masters of Miracles, and no one can stop it.

“That’s true.”

This amounts to hitching one’s wagon to a star, also called gaining a position; the South Sea Kingdom must follow Yatun.

“As for why I’m in such a hurry,” Sigurian sighed and said: “If I let Ogysail get ahead, then it will be them fighting us.”

“Hiss~~”

Upon these words, everyone present took a sharp breath; they understood the urgency – others too wanted a spot on Yatun’s ship.

“How many troops should we send, and how should we fight?”

Morgan made a decision on the spot; he could not let Ogysail form an alliance with Bailuo.

Thinking it over now, Sigurian wasn’t really setting him up; rushing to form an alliance was to seize the initiative.

“Although Ogysail is formidable, he’s not as lucky as my father.”

What Sigurian referred to were the capable individuals under Morgan, who had gathered Competent Ministers, Living Saints, and famed generals.

Among the Competent Ministers, Sigurian stood out; he excelled in analyzing motivations, understanding, and managing people, and he was skilled in both seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

When Bailuo first contended against him, he realized Sigurian was a formidable character.

The Deep Sea King excelled in military command, especially naval forces; there weren’t many who could confront him at sea.

Unless the military force was overwhelmingly superior, facing such a person, Bailuo would have to ask his elder sister and others to lead the troops personally, otherwise risking a catastrophic loss at any moment.

Serafier was a Living Saint, strong in combat, facing anyone who isn’t a Living Saint, her legends could be counted as epics.

The remaining two, one male and two females, the male seemed foolish, like a big starfish, while he led one of Morgan’s bravest yet least strategic troops.

They were mostly composed of weird creatures evolved from jellyfish, starfish, etc., Miracle Troop Type, led by the big foolish starfish.

This adopted son was essentially Morgan’s vanguard commander, always charging at the forefront in battles, his power too was legendary.

The remaining two females, one woman wore a scar on her face, her eyes radiating malicious intent, known as Red Scorpion, who attended the Kings meeting with Morgan.

Hailbo’s mission, Red Scorpion did not utter a single word throughout.

Though her temperament was poor, on such a significant matter, Red Scorpion understood her own limitations and dared not speak recklessly.

Despite disliking it, the admiration was genuine.

“So that’s how it is, Sigurian is truly impressive,” the final person was a very beautiful woman, draped in a gown reminiscent of feather robes, her lower body not human legs but a snake tail, resplendent in gemstone blue: “To be able to deduce so much, just from a few words with the Envoy, how can he see so much?”

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