A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 294

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.

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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 Bailuo tolerated even them, wouldn’t that be too weak?

“Perhaps this is retribution.”

Glarus had come to terms with it after so long; he had lost his drive and didn’t want to strive for anything anymore, only wishing to live out his years in peace.

“But now, with Your Majesty’s strength, I’m afraid you’re not yet a match for Iron Eagle,” Glarus advised, “So, I hope Your Majesty can be a little more patient.”

Naturally, Bailuo understood that his intolerance was based on Yatun having sufficient military strength.

“However…”

Glarus said, “During my time with Iron Eagle, I left behind many rather interesting designs, deliberately.”

“What are they?”

“Some, flights of fancy, the kind that are impossible to realize.”

As he spoke, Glarus asked Bailuo for a pen, and then quickly sketched out a city on a piece of paper, “Your Majesty, please have a look at this.”

“This is…”

“This is the strategic weapon I designed for Iron Eagle,” Glarus said, “It is just a pastime of mine, and its feasibility is very low; even if it were truly successful, it would consume a vast amount of Iron Eagle Country’s manpower, resources, and time, and a failure would just mean wasted efforts.”

“What is it called?”

“It has no name,” Glarus said, “Your Majesty, if you like it, feel free to name it.”

“Uh…”

Bailuo closely examined the design in his hand and realized that although Glarus no longer had the Omnihand, his drawing skills were extraordinary.

Moreover, he was incredibly fast; in just ten or so minutes, this large design had been produced.

“This thing, it looks a bit like,” Bailuo said, “City of the Sky.”

City of the Sky, also known as Floating City, is what Bailuo from his previous life occasionally saw in fantasy novels as the pinnacle of magical technology, a formidable concept.

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“Iron Eagle, they’re not really making this thing, are they?”

“Perhaps.”

Glarus said, “But this thing is just my fantasy. In reality, Iron Eagle’s magical energy level could never support its construction.”

So, this was a deception strategy to trick the Iron Eagle King into wasting time and slowing down the development of the Iron Eagle Kingdom.

“Is there anything else, Elder? Have you designed similar things for other nations?”

“Occasionally, I indeed get some inspiration.”

Thus, Glarus gave Bailuo many design schematics, including traps he had designed while in the Eastern Empire and the massive tombs of the Golden Ancient Nation.

In a nutshell, his imagination ran wild, it was almost boundless.

Whether they were feasible or not, he had already come up with the design schematics.

“Elder, maybe you should continue to research miracles for me.”

Bailuo was tempted; he had Pegasus, Fairy, Avalon, and Greedy Wolf of the World, but Glarus’s designs involved Miracle Troop Types and war machines that didn’t rely on individual talent.

They were enormously expensive, and their energy consumption was frightening.

However, the most significant feature of the miracles from the Electronic Frontier Series was mass production.

More was better, and bigger was beautiful.

The Electronic Frontier, the ultimate threshold of all information and thought, could even stop the truth!

“I really can’t, Your Majesty.”

Glarus said, “Without Omnihand, my talent falls far short of Brother Saros’s.”

“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!