A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 796 - 274: Not to Be a Deserter (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 796: Chapter 274: Not to Be a Deserter (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
Saros left the village, not saying much to his elder brother. Even as a youth, he felt that actions carried more weight than words.
At the same time, a group of people from the village also set off with Saros. They were all citizens of the Mortal Realm under the Marchioness of Clearspring.
Sometimes, the wars between the kingdoms in the Miracle Kingdom didn’t truly erupt into battles of Miracle Power.
To preserve important Miracle Citizens and reduce casualties, both sides would tacitly agree to use mortals for combat.
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If both sides were on equal footing, then the outcome would depend on each other’s command and management skills.
Of course, for the Master of Miracles, mortals were almost worthless.
Fortunately, this was the Miracle Mainland, where the mortals, especially the People of Yatun, were favored by the powers of various countries, who always felt that the Yatun Clan had more potential and were worth cultivating.
Saros was one of the People of Yatun, but the other villagers were not.
Perhaps it was because of his status as a person of Yatun that Saros had an easy time in Clearspring Kingdom. At an early age, he was selected by an officer to begin perceiving and adapting to Miracle Power.
Clearspring never skimped on its rewards for mortals with talent.
Initially, Saros fantasized about obtaining Miracle Power, but soon, he dismissed the idea.
Because to acquire Miracle Power, one must worship the Master of Miracles from the bottom of their heart.
Moreover, once someone became a Miracle Citizen of another, the miracles they discovered would also belong to the other party.
Exploitation, oppression!
Saros could never accept such things.
Forget others, Saros knew of the whereabouts of the Supreme Tier Miracle Electronic Frontier, the place his father had left them to seek.
‘Just because Father didn’t find it doesn’t mean I won’t!’
If he were to find the Electronic Frontier in the future, only to hand it over, what would that mean?
‘I can definitely find the miracle, I will never bow down to anyone!’
The young Saros had lofty ambitions; he had a great deal of ambition and, like an atheist towards the Master of Miracles, he didn’t worship anyone.
However, this was soon known by those Miracle Citizens.
The uncle did not harbor gratitude towards the Marchioness of Clearspring; he had a chip on his shoulder and could not acquire Miracle Power.
In contrast, others from his era outpaced him by obtaining Miracle Power and shot to fame in one fell swoop.
They not only possessed power the uncle could never achieve in his lifetime but also received long lives, immense authority, and wealth and honor.
Laughed at and humiliated, yet they still stuck to their original intentions.
Saros had encountered treachery on the battlefield before, but no matter how vicious the hidden knives were, he always came through unscathed.
Many were dissatisfied with the existence of someone like Saros, but the fact was, they were helpless!
“How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
In the dead of night, Saros met the woman in the black cloak again. He had never seen her face, but it had to be said, they got along very well.
“That was supposed to be a death trap.”
“What surefire trap?” I see, it’s full of holes.”
At 15, Saros had grown into a handsome young man, his confident smile so arresting that even the woman concealed beneath her cloak couldn’t help but be moved by it.
The woman was none other than Clearspring, the ruler of the Miracle Kingdom, an ancient Master of Miracles who had lived for more than 4,000 years.
However, even Clearspring herself couldn’t understand why a boy, not even a fraction of her age, could attract her attention time and again, leaving her thinking about him day and night.
Their acquaintance wasn’t a matter of a day or two; in fact, they had their first encounter on the very first day Saros joined the army.
It wasn’t planned, just a pure coincidence.
Feeling down, Clearspring went out for a walk, only to come across Saros on the ground, making all kinds of hidden weapons and tools with local materials.
A mortal, yet he had created so many curious and peculiar things, which indeed piqued Clearspring’s curiosity.
Through their initial exchange, Clearspring got to know Saros, and the young man also understood the inner world of the woman—she was anxious and scared, desperately in need of guidance and support.
Saros didn’t know her, but as a man, he had always been extremely gentlemanly toward ladies.
How could Saros not offer his help to a lady in distress?
Thus, Clearspring found that as she spent time with Saros, one insurmountable problem after another that seemed unsolvable to her was being resolved by the young boy before her eyes.
He was like a savior sent from heaven, leading her out of the dark world at her most oppressive moments.
Clearspring didn’t care that Saros had not an ounce of respect for a Master of Miracles, because this precisely reflected his extraordinary nature.
A man with kingly qualities, he would never be bound by others.
Only mortals rely on others, while great kings lead ahead, with the rest following behind.
Although Saros was just a mortal, devoid of any power, his aura made her fall for him, even to the extent of thinking, ‘If I weren’t a Master of Miracles, I would follow him,’ such a thought.
‘If only I weren’t a Master of Miracles, how good that would be.’
Just like always, these words crossed her mind again when they parted tonight.
She was well aware of the difficulties Saros faced and had been observing and protecting him from the shadows: ‘Is this what a man born to be a king looks like?’
He needed no protection, nor did he need help, for what were called schemes and conspiracies were, in Saros’ eyes, nothing but trifles, easily crushed!
‘Unlike me, who has become a toothless female beast.’
The Marchioness of Clearspring was once like a queen, spirited and stunningly brilliant. Unfortunately, she ended up losing to the Emperor Candidate of the Holy Empire, with all her loved ones, her family, and friends, perishing in that war.
The great blow changed Clearspring, making her no longer assertive and instead yields to acquiescence.
Because of this, the recent battles of the Clearspring Kingdom were almost a one-sided rout. Throughout the entire battlefield, there was only one place, one person, who successfully created ‘victory’.
Yes, it was Saros, just this inconsequential fellow, who became the last shred of dignity on Clearspring’s face.
“Why don’t you leave?”
“With your skills, you could go anywhere,” Clearspring asked, puzzled, “why stay here, facing such great risks?”
“Does this need a reason?”
Saros shrugged nonchalantly and said as if it were obvious, “Because I’m a soldier of this country, a soldier who doesn’t protect his country and leaves during wartime, that’s a deserter.”
“I, Saros, can die,” the determination and conviction in the young man’s eyes once again moved Clearspring, “but I’ll never be a deserter!”
