A rare magical miracle in the world

"Are you done?"

"Almost, almost."

When Bailuo returned, his uncle had already finished bathing with Chubby Simpleton, and the two were squatting in a corner of the courtyard, roasting something with dry branches they had found somewhere.

"Are you done?"

"Don't rush us!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Roasting chicken."

"Uh."

Bailuo was a bit dumbfounded and somewhat speechless, "Why didn't you let them cook in the kitchen, and then serve it to you once it was ready?"

Bailuo's status had also risen, and it was no longer possible for him to do as before. As the king of Yatun, even if he wanted to cook, the children would not agree.

The King of Yatun had to live in the best place, eat the best food; that was the basic requirement.

If they couldn't provide that, it would make them appear incompetent.

"The kitchen's cooking can't compare to the fragrance of Saros's cooking."

"Uncle is personally cooking, and this is what he makes, chicken like this?"

Beggar's Chicken, this was not Bailuo's invention; in fact, this delicacy exists in many places, and his uncle knew how to make it too. He had made it many times during the holy times for Chubby Simpleton, who relished it immensely.

"Is it really worth it!"

Bailuo felt that Chubby Simpleton, being the Master of Miracles, must have had better things to eat, but the old man insisted, "Saros's cooking is not about the taste, but about the sentiment."

"....."

Alright, Bailuo no longer dared to underestimate his uncle's cooking skills, because he knew Chubby Simpleton was right.

Some foods you can tell if they're tasty or not, but some can move you to tears.

Uncle's creations had that kind of charm.

"So..."

Bailuo, perfectly conforming to the True Fragrance Law, said, "I must try it."

And so, Bailuo squatted down to join the two elders.

The illustrious Master of Miracles, the two kings, along with a mature elder, were actually doing this under broad daylight.

The Yaksha, who were secretly protecting Bailuo, saw this and immediately informed Rakshasa, ordering him to disperse all Yatun's people in Netherworld Fairyland; they could not let them see their Majesty like this.

"It's really fragrant."

"Indeed fragrant."

"The old man makes it, and sis, you're eating so slowly. You've only finished a chicken wing in all this time."

"For you?"

"Sis, you really get me!"

There were only two drumsticks, which went to Bailuo and Chubby Simpleton; there were also two wings, one for the senior sister who came later, and the other for Inya, who heard the news and arrived.

Xiao Bai was vegetarian and didn't like meat, so the uncle grilled buns for her.

"Is this your girl?"

"Xiao Sa's daughter."

Chubby Simpleton seemed to know the uncle too. When he heard this, he immediately understood Inya's background, "I see, but why is she so different from the elder lady?"

By elder lady, he meant Isefia, who, in Chubby Simpleton's eyes, was extremely strong.

Although young, Chubby Simpleton's assessment of her was —— she exuded the aura of both the Eastern Empress and the Empress of the Far North.

In response, Isefia remained unfazed, handling it calmly.

In fact, in senior sister's view, being named alongside the two ladies was not pleasing: 'If I'm not stronger than them, there's no joy in it.'

"Are you very strong?"

On hearing Chubby Simpleton's comments about her senior sister, Inya immediately asked, "But what do you mean by very different? Am I worse than my sister?"

Bailuo: Is there even a need to compare?

Bailuo: Please remove the last '吗'."

"What do you think, little lady?"

"Of course, I'm super awesome!"

Inya shamelessly bragged, "Apart from my sister, I am the strongest woman in Yatun!"

"Then I'm the oldest old man in our place!"

"Hiss~~~"

Inya always thought she was the most shameless one, but this time, she unexpectedly met her match!

"Ahahaha, you chubby old man are really funny."

Soon, Inya hit it off with the Chubby Simpleton, and patted his round belly: "Brother, who is he? He's so amusing!"

"Forget it, I better not tell you his identity," Bailuo was afraid to scare Inya: "He's my old uncle's sworn brother. According to our custom, you should call him uncle."

Bailuo naturally ignored this relationship, as he was a king. How could a king bow to another king?

"Oh oh, hello Uncle, do you have anything to eat?"

Asking for food right away, Bailuo covered his face in embarrassment, but Chubby Simpleton actually liked Inya very much: "Yes, yes, there's candy, want some?"

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So, taking the cheap candy offered by Chubby Simpleton, Inya didn't disdain it at all, and stuffed it straight into her mouth: "Hmm, the taste is quite alright."

"Did you make this by hand, Grandpa?"

"Little girl, can you taste it?"

Chubby Simpleton squinted his eyes, his face full of smiles; he had given many people his candy, but not many could taste its true flavor.

Many guessed it, but they used logic to figure it out.

Don't underestimate this candy, though. It might be made from the most common ingredients and of low quality, without any Miracle Power, but only those who have truly suffered a lot can appreciate its underlying complexity.

"Do you understand my candy?"

"It's for children."

Inya smiled: "It suits my taste."

"Hahahaha."

Chubby Simpleton patted Inya's head and laughed: "Good, I have a lot more, do you want more?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Bailuo always felt a bit embarrassed, because Inya, being so grown up, was still asking people for candy.

However, Bailuo saw his senior sister unwrapping a piece and putting it in her mouth too, and he was a bit surprised, quietly asking: "You're eating it too?"

"Just trying."

"Hmm?"

Since his senior sister suggested Bailuo try it, he naturally wouldn't refuse. And then...

"This candy," Bailuo tasted it: "feels kind of lonely."

"What I taste is sorrow."

The senior sister and Bailuo perceived different tastes. Looking at Inya, it was clear that she too experienced a different flavor.

"Bitterness and hardships..."

Bailuo didn't know what Chubby Simpleton had been through, how a passionate, ambitious King, looking down upon the world, had turned into such a simple and honest old man.

"We need to hurry."

On the ocean to the east, a merchant ship was sailing at an astonishing speed, not using much Miracle Power, but simply accelerating under the will of the Eastern Empress Ying Muyao.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by slave traders?"

Gongsun Wu had never heard of such a thing and was very curious, wanting to know: "Are they also Masters of Miracles?"

"No, they are not."

The impression Ying Muyao had of the slave traders was extremely negative. When mentioning them, her face also darkened, and she even showed a very clear intent to kill: "They are the evil of this world, taking pleasure in bringing suffering to all living beings, a bunch of lunatics."

"What exactly is the relationship between you and King Yatun...?"

"He is the antidote that can cure my illness, the only one in this world."

Gongsun Wu, always at Ying Muyao's side, didn't understand her situation, but she didn't expect that Bailuo, a newly risen Master of Miracles, would also have such an ability.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Gongsun Wu looked in a certain direction, quickly moved forward, and then shielded Ying Muyao behind her: "Your Majesty!"

"I know," Ying Muyao slowly folded her fan: "They have arrived."