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Chapter 199: Chapter 131 Strategic Layout (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

The next morning, Bailuo woke up from a deep sleep.

He looked down and discovered that the woman beside him had vanished without a trace.

“Feiya?”

Last night, his senior sister had given herself to Bailuo for the first time, and the two had officially become husband and wife.

“Xiao Luo.”

His senior sister’s voice came from outside the door, and Bailuo turned his head.

At this moment, his senior sister, forgoing her usual extravagant dress and heroic uniform, was clad in a very simple home outfit, complete with a cute pink apron.

In her hand was a tray with a delicious meal, and as she entered, the massive door closed silently again.

“Breakfast.”

His senior sister elegantly sat on the edge of the bed and placed the items on the exquisite bedding.

She raised her hand and created a holy light platform in front of them, only then placing the items from the tray on it.

“Do you need me to feed you, my lord husband?”

“Cough cough.”

Bailuo was somewhat unused to this address, “Privately, just call me Xiao Luo.”

“Then in public, call me Your Majesty.”

His senior sister said, “When should I call you husband?”

Last night, Feiya had been utterly teased by Bailuo.

After all, it was her first time, and with the power of the Miracle Contract, the suppression of the Master of Miracles over a Miracle Person was truly astounding.

But his senior sister had always been very gentle in front of Bailuo, albeit with a cooler tone and a more indifferent demeanor.

And with the final barrier between them broken, his senior sister’s indulgence and love for Bailuo burst forth completely.

“Ah~~”

“Really, no need.”

“Ah~~~”

“Okay okay okay, I’ll eat.”

Bailuo verbally declined, but in reality, he was thrilled inwardly.

“Your Majesty?”

“Queen Your Highness?”

As the two were eating, Alaya’s voice came from outside the door.

“Xiao Luo?”

“It’s time to leave, Feiya.”

Bailuo couldn’t afford to be a king who neglected his morning court, so he quickly got up and summoned Lilith.

“Lilith, help me change into my clothes.”

“Certainly, master.”

With a casual flick, Lilith transformed Bailuo’s pajamas into the official uniform he usually wore in the office.

“And Feiya also…”

Bailuo turned around, only to find that his senior sister had already changed.

Gone were any apron and home outfit, replaced with a magnificent military uniform that was so dashing Bailuo thought it was explosive.

“Feiya, when did you change clothes?”

“I didn’t change clothes,” his senior sister calmly stated, “Haven’t I always been like this?”

“Is that so? But just now, that apron…”

“Shush!”

Bailuo noticed his senior sister’s gaze had darkened slightly, so he quickly corrected himself, “Maybe I remembered incorrectly.”

“Stare~~”

“Definitely, I remembered wrong!”

“…”

Bailuo looked towards Lilith, who didn’t understand what the two were doing, “When I arrived, Miss Feiya was already like this.”

“!!!”

By now, Bailuo couldn’t fail to understand.

Sister’s gentleness belonged solely to Bailuo; outside, she was the Queen of Avalon.

But thinking about it, that was just Sister’s character.

“Your Majesty.”

Upon exiting the door, Alaya bowed to Bailuo, “Good morning.”

“Oh, morning, and good morning to you too.”

Bailuo walked ahead, and behind him was Isefia.

Alaya saw her and smiled, which made Sister inexplicably blush a little.

“Cough.”

Bailuo, “Is it time?”

“Yes, Grandfather asked me to find you, saying it’s time to start discussing the strategic layout against Sigurian.”

This was a major concern, almost affecting Yatun’s next move.

If all went as expected, by the end of the war with Sigurian, Yatun would appear before the eyes of the Miracle Nations for the first time.

Yatun would ascend to the stage of history, beginning to vie for the position of a great nation alongside the Miracle Nations.

“Have you arrived?”

Uncle was waiting for them in the tactics room.

Before Bailuo and his sister arrived, quite a few people were already seated there.

Nors, Gonnia, Jiera, John, Fiona, Beya, and Abadun had all come, nearly everyone from the Yatun Clan interested in strategy and tactics.

From the Tree Elves, there were Lu Anya and Anderson.

The Fairies had no representative for the time being, after all, Yatun wasn’t yet bold enough to let these little ones become generals.

“Is everyone here?”

Elder Shan and Grandfather Andrew weren’t there; they were old and unlikely to lead troops, focusing more on academics instead.

The task of making one’s mark must be left to the younger generation.

“Everyone, look at the sea chart.”

Here, the only one with experience leading troops in battle was Uncle.

Back when he joined the army, he was under the command of the Marquis of Clearspring; although not a Miracle Citizen, he had reached heights unimaginable to many in their lifetimes.

These matters, Bailuo had heard Elder Mountain Grandpa talk about before.

But at that time, Bailuo considered the Marquis of Clearspring just another Lord and didn’t pay too much attention.

After all, in terms of fame, Clearspring was less known than Thorns.

Because Thorns was closer, after all.

“Before deciding on tactics and a strategic layout, we need to clarify one thing first.”

Uncle stood on a raised platform, where there was a pale blue platform, constructed from Avalon Law Qi.

“What is it that we are fighting for?”

Uncle’s tone was calm, as if he were making idle small talk.

Yet his question caused everyone present, including Bailuo and his sister, to frown and ponder deeply.

If one thought carefully, Uncle’s question was indeed key—why were they going to battle with Sigurian?

Was it because they were worried Sigurian would discover them and wanted to strike first?

No, no, no.

The purpose of war was always singular.

“I’ve taught you before that whenever you take action, there must be a purpose.”

Listening to Uncle’s words, Bailuo recalled his past days of relentless hunting, without rest or sleep, “For gains.”

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