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“Then you might as well regard me as a god.”

Bailuo didn’t consider himself a god, but he didn’t mind if others worshipped him as such.

“I’m giving you an opportunity now.”

Bailuo found a chair and sat down casually, “An opportunity to rise above the common lot.”

“I’m willing!”

“Don’t agree so hastily.”

Bailuo was aware of these merchants’ small tricks, but he didn’t dislike them.

On the contrary, Bailuo needed such people: “First, let me ask you, is there anything in particular you want?”

“Speak candidly.”

Bailuo said, “I can tell you in advance, whatever you think, I know it, so don’t ever lie to me.”

The very important reason why Bailuo didn’t eradicate Handlebar Mustache was that his heart was not dirty; what he said matched what he thought in his heart.

If he was the kind of person who had one face in public and another in private.

Even if they were a pawn, he would still choose a better one, right?

“I… ”

Handlebar Mustache feared Bailuo, whose torment he would remember for the rest of his life.

But faced with a divine being, an exalted existence that neither his father nor his grandfather had ever seen, how could Handlebar Mustache let such an opportunity slip by?

Money could never be earned in its entirety, it’s just a number.

But what’s the use of having all the money in the world if you have no life to spend it?

“I, I want…”

Handlebar Mustache hesitated for a moment, then said with a tremble in his voice, “I desire eternal life. May I ask, great deity, can you grant me immortality?”

“I’ll do anything, just give me a chance!!”

Handlebar Mustache bowed down before Bailuo, driven by his pure desire.

But that didn’t constitute loyalty, for Handlebar Mustache felt no gratitude towards Bailuo and had no heartfelt desire to follow him.

“Eternal life, is it…”

Truth be told, Bailuo didn’t have the miracle of eternal life in his possession.

Sherri, Lilith, Bai Yino, the sisters, Lyon, because they had become the Miracle Entity, they, like Bailuo the Master of Miracles, had obtained endless life.

However, except for them, even the Tree Elves, once awakened, could only live for a little over six hundred years.

As for the children of the Bai Luo Family, after they obtained the Miracle Power, they would indeed experience an extension of their lifespan.

But, this was not immortality.

While life was certainly longer and more enduring, and their physical condition was much stronger, death was inevitable.

In fact, only those Children of Miracle capable of continually breaking boundaries can shatter their shackles time and again, and with constant breakthroughs, possess a vitality that makes it nearly impossible for them to die of old age.

Simply put, if you can break through to the Legendary Realm, you might never encounter the word ‘aging’ in your life.

After all, in history, there have been no Legendary Warriors known to decline due to aging.

They’ve mostly been killed off.

“Thought it would be some sort of extraordinary item.”

“Don’t talk about mere eternal life, even immortality is no big deal.”

Bluffing, whether he had it or not, he would bluff first.

Handlebar Mustache, a worldly, unsophisticated merchant, how could he possibly know whether Bailuo had it or not?

“Really?!”

Handlebar Mustache’s face showed unimaginable excitement, but Bailuo changed the subject, “But why should I give it to you?”

“This…”

Indeed, why would a noble god grant him immortal life?

What for?

Does he have any value, and what can he do for god?

Merchants believe in quid pro quo, you can leverage, you can be shrewd, but essentially, it’s still a transaction.

To trade with a god?

This is a god!

Noble, powerful, intolerant of defiance and deception!

“Serve me, and if you do well, I will reward you.”

“Otherwise,” Bailuo said, “if you dare betray me…”

“I wouldn’t dare!”

Handlebar Mustache trembled, “I am willing to follow Your footsteps forever, to be Your foot soldier!”

These words were not a lie, they were consistent inside and out.

It wasn’t just fear, but also desire, the pursuit of eternal life and everlasting pleasure.

Handlebar Mustache was a hedonist; he didn’t have great ambitions.

As long as he could continue to play and indulge, that was enough for him.

“Then let’s have a try.”

Bailuo said, “You’re from the Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild, right?”

“Yes, err…”

“Just call me Your Majesty.”

“Your Majesty, forgive my boldness,” Handlebar Mustache said, “but does the Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild really have anything that could catch Your attention?”

“I need its network, its market, and the large number of traveling merchants under its flag.”

“You…”

“I have a crop that needs to be distributed across the world.”

Indeed, only our Yadun possessing these crops is a good thing.

But Bailuo wanted to coerce the king to command his nobles; thus, he had to be willing to throw the child to catch the wolf.

Of course, Bailuo wouldn’t hand everything out; he was actually only planning to distribute potatoes.

Potatoes are a divine artifact during famine years.

In Miracle Mainland, though Kings are powerful, every miracle has its own domain.

Many Masters of Miracles don’t have the means to improve the wellbeing of their people.

Miracle Power can produce powerful derivatives, but their yield is limited, barely enough for favored vassals—how would it suffice to nourish the worthless?

However, as the population grows, the probability of birthing highly talented individuals increases proportionally.

Therefore, if the Masters of Miracles had the means, they would certainly hope to have thousands of vassals, and then select the Children of Miracle from them, nurturing them into strong heroes, masters, kings, and legendary warriors.

“About that, my status within the Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild is not particularly high.”