A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 856 - 534: 8.95 Million (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"I want the North Sea Kingdom, all the citizens unable to adapt to the King of the North Sea’s Miracle Power, all of them."

Although this was premeditated, it’s still somewhat surprising to declare it during negotiations.

"All of them?"

Immortal Hawk Duke Micia: "That would be several millions, right?"

Being a non-Miracle Citizen is no secret; they live outside the Miracle Kingdom. With the abilities of those present, counting them would only take a minute.

"About 8,895,000."

Bailuo announced his calculated population: "The small remainder doesn’t matter; I won’t fuss over that."

"Just an extra few hundreds."

Micia was speechless; looking at Ogysail, he was burning with unexpressed anger: "Fine, but I need a guarantee from you that you won’t attack my North Sea Kingdom again in the future."

This guarantee wasn’t a big issue, it was reasonable.

After all, Bailuo couldn’t take nearly nine million people today and then attack after a few decades to take more people.

Such behavior couldn’t be justified.

Of course, Ogysail asking Bailuo for this guarantee didn’t involve the Miracle Contract, but merely a verbal promise by Bailuo.

With so many Masters of Miracles watching, Bailuo was bound to keep his word, especially as Ogysail admitted defeat and was willing to abide by the game’s rules. Thus, Bailuo should give King of the North Sea some face.

If Bailuo were to violate the rules and continue to batter North Sea, it wouldn’t be a big deal either.

The only issue would be the tarnishing of a country’s reputation if they went back on their word.

Bailuo wasn’t duplicitous; if he agreed to a deal, he’d take it seriously.

The Holy Covenant doesn’t count, as it’s merely an unspoken rule, which one can choose to follow or be forced to comply with.

Bailuo didn’t like this coercive nature akin to bandit agreements, but in the case of his agreement with Ogysail and Morgan, that was his personal affair, and Bailuo wouldn’t treat it lightly.

"Alright."

Bailuo agreed readily: "But the condition is that you do not achieve the Fifth Awakening."

Ogysail had just achieved the Fourth Awakening not long ago, and achieving the Fifth Awakening would take him at least six to seven thousand years, if not longer.

For such a long time, Bailuo giving this assurance was already showing considerable face to Ogysail.

"I hope you can keep your word."

Giving Ogysail a way out, Ogysail didn’t resist; he chose to go with the flow, but this marked the beginning of their enmity.

"I’ve lost this round."

Ogysail: "But if there’s a chance in the future, I will also take a bite from Yatun."

"You’re welcome anytime."

There was indeed a conflict between Bailuo and Ogysail, but it wasn’t substantial, at least not to the point of irreconcilable differences.

Because what Bailuo took was ultimately trivial to Ogysail.

The lives of mortals, in Ogysail’s view, were merely possessions. This battle with Bailuo was akin to a gamble, where he lost a small portion of his fortune.

"Take them."

With a wave of his hand, Ogysail immediately realized that the spirits of the Miracle Citizens of the Berserk Hunt fallen in Navia, South Sea Kingdom, and Iceland had returned to his underworld.

These were originally Bailuo’s threats towards Ogysail, but it appears they were no longer needed.

"Was it then that you intended to follow the rules," Bailuo: "or to break them?"

"You didn’t harm my people, and I won’t harm yours."

Bailuo returned the spirits first, causing a significant change in Ogysail’s perspective: "Just next time, don’t sneak around. If you want to fight, bring your army out and fight openly."

Ogysail could handle defeats, but he wanted a fair and square defeat.

Had Bailuo faced him in a major battle and then defeated Ogysail’s Miracle forces, this King of the North Sea would have immediately given Bailuo what he wanted.

Losing to the powerful isn’t shameful, nor is death.

This was the view passed down to Ogysail from his ancestors and his people’s tradition.

"This battle was really frustrating!"

Ogysail then looked at Morgan, clicking his tongue: "That’s all you are, asking others for help. If you had the capability, you’d do it yourself."

Morgan was speechless; he was always at a disadvantage, whether at home or abroad.

The South Sea King, after all, known to all the Miracle Kings, was just an incapable ruler.

Had it not been for his good fortune in gathering two Living Saints, a famous general, and a Competent Minister under his command, Morgan would have died countless times.

"So you have this temperament?"

Bailuo now had a choice; either continue the hostility with Ogysail or seek to mend their relationship.

After all, from now on, North Sea had nothing left that Bailuo would covet.

Eliminating Ogysail, personally, they had no grievances, and given that the Holy Covenant existed, Bailuo couldn’t be too aggressive but had to maintain the status quo.

"Uh?"

Ogysail: "What temperament?"

"Northern barbarian."

According to the connections between the Miracle World and the Endless Planes, Ogysail’s Miracle Huntress Queen closely resembled the Norse mythology, which likely originated from the North Sea Kingdom.

"Barbarian?"

Strange as it may sound, although it should have been a derogatory term, when spoken by Bailuo, Ogysail felt no anger.

The language of miracles allows the speaker and listener to understand each other’s true intent.

When Bailuo mentioned the Northern barbarian, what he actually expressed was admiration and praise.

"If you say so, then I certainly am a Northern barbarian."

Ogysail was a pirate, living off plunder, and among the four Sea Kings, he was true to the role of a marauder.

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Instead, the Northern barbarian could better be described as conducting national aggressions, burning and looting for race and civilization.

Well, killing’s the same in essence.

But history, using the name of the nation and race for slaughter, is revered differently from selfish desires, because everyone secretly harbors a sense of heroism.

"Let’s consider this matter settled, no objections, let it be so."

The Holy Emperor finished speaking and didn’t wait for anyone’s reaction, he rose and left, Emperor Candidate yawning; he had no interest in the conflicts among Kings and was present merely as a formality.

The Female Sword Emperor gave Bailuo a look, seemingly wanting to speak to him, but the current setting wasn’t suitable, so she left as well.