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Silly Tiger chuckled foolishly, and without a care, he turned and left.

“Goodbye, Your Majesty.”

“Goodbye, Little Ina.”

Hearing Bailuo greet her, Ina’s cheeks flushed slightly as she hurriedly bowed her head.

‘I wish I could have been kept behind too…’

Ina watched Hailbo with a touch of envy.

However, this person was Hailbo, and Ina truly admired and respected his talent and character.

Ina: ‘I need to work hard too. Sooner or later, I will be like Brother Hailbo and be someone the Master of Miracles decides to keep.’

“Your Majesty.”

The boy still knelt down below; his movements were impeccably standard, a clear sign he had trained hard in proper etiquette.

Bailuo noticed this: “Did you know I would come looking for you?”

“I…”

“No need to be restrained, just speak the truth,” Bailuo said. “Don’t forget, you’re my Child of Miracle, there are no hard feelings between us.”

“Yes!”

Hailbo thought back to the previous illusion, how at his most perplexed moment, it was Bailuo’s figure that rescued him.

And now, facing him in person, Hailbo’s admiration reached its peak: “I did guess some of it, and that’s why I especially studied proper etiquette.”

“When?”

“On the day You and Her Majesty the Queen got married.”

That was half a month ago; this child had guessed half a month ago that Yatun was lacking certain specific talents.

Linguistically gifted people—Hailbo encountered two during his travels: one was Gonnia, whom he realized early on was very capable.

And the other was Beya.

But neither of these two were suitable as Envoys, for Bailuo cared about them too much.

“Only I, having both the gift of the gab and quick-wittedness, am not that familiar with Your Majesty,” Hailbo said, somewhat embarrassed, but he still communicated his thought: “not that familiar with Your Majesty.”

“I’m sorry.”

“!!!”

Hailbo looked at Bailuo in shock: “Your, Your Majesty need not do this, how can you apologize to someone as lowly as me?”

Hailbo was flabbergasted, but his feelings were dominated by self-blame and guilt.

As a subject, his duty was to bravely charge, to sacrifice; how could he say such things?

“I’m serious, and what is this ‘lowly’ word?”

Bailuo really did not like Hailbo calling himself that: “Don’t belittle yourself in the future. You are my subject.”

“What is ignoble about a life lived with gusto?”

Bailuo considered Hailbo one of his own, but he did not want to be overly serious.

Facing this child, Bailuo was like considering a younger brother who was still in the fourth or fifth grade: “But as you said, Yatun lacks a suitable diplomat, and you are the most fitting one.”

“But you know that’s not what I want to hear.”

“What I want to hear,” Bailuo said, “is your true feelings.”

“I know you want to be a general, a Naval Admiral who charges across the seas.”

“Yatun may not be what you call the Immortal Realm, but she is not unlike it.”

Hailbo understood this well, and he never regarded Yatun as the Immortal Realm.

But ‘Immortal Realm’ indeed was the best way to describe Yatun—it was also the Immortal Realm, a new Immortal Realm, belonging to Hailbo’s Immortal Realm.

“I apologize to you because our thoughts are stripping a child, no, a man of his dream.”

An Envoy position is certainly important, but how could it be compared with that of a general?

“I am willing to go!”

“Go back and think it over first…”

“No need to think it over!”

Hailbo declared firmly: “I want to go! I really do want to go!”

“…”

Bailuo felt Hailbo was being impulsive and wanted to refuse, but Hailbo then said: “But, Your Majesty, I boldly ask for a promise.”

“Hmm?”

Honestly, ever since becoming the Master of Miracles, it had been a long time since Bailuo heard anyone ask him for a favor.

Bailuo cared deeply for his subjects and generally, as long as their requests were reasonable and not excessive, he would do his best to fulfill them.

“I would like to make an agreement with Your Majesty.”

“If one day I successfully undertake a hundred missions for Yatun!” Hailbo said, “I earnestly request Your Majesty to let me join the Sea Soldiers, to enter the Navy and fulfill my dream.”

Hearing Hailbo’s words, Bailuo felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart.

This was a good kid.

Yet Bailuo was forcing him to do something he disliked.

Hailbo guessed Bailuo’s thoughts, knowing he was a benevolent ruler who considered his people.

But precisely because of this, Hailbo dared not overstep.

And the reason he spoke of a ‘promise’ was actually to divert Bailuo’s attention.

“My mother used to tell me stories of great heroes when I was very small.”

“There were powerful swordsmen, mighty Knights, all sorts of people, even thieves could become Kings,” Hailbo said with a smile: “Yet, there were no Envoys.”

Why?

Are Envoys not worthy of being called heroes?

“If I become a general, then I’m merely becoming, imitating another person.”

“That person already existed, and even if I exhausted my lifetime, I could not surpass him.”

“But Your Majesty, you have offered me a new choice.”

Hailbo said: “I want to become an Envoy, to serve as an Envoy to various countries, not just to repay Your Majesty’s kindness, but also to protect this nation, to guard the subjects of Yatun!”

“If you ask me why.”

Hailbo said: “Because I love her, I love this place, I love everything about Yatun!”

“Thud!”

Hailbo prostrated on the ground, heavily kowtowing: “The matter today, I’ve given wholehearted consideration for a full half month, so it’s not a whim, nor is it impulsive! I was indecisive, but now, I’ve come to understand!”

“Please allow me to become an Envoy!”

“Thud!”

Hailbo kowtowed again: “Hailbo can do it, Hailbo will never let You down, never bring shame to Yatun!”