A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 90
Chapter 90: 63 Chapter Sacrifices, Could it be Steamed Buns? (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)
Bai Yino’s arrival delighted everyone, but soon enough, people’s expressions grew increasingly strange.
“Xiao Bai is still eating.”
“Three hours, and hasn’t stopped at all.”
“Although she eats slowly, as if savoring the food, she indeed eats too much.” Everyone had basically confirmed Bai Yino’s identity as a Miracle Creature. Because her appetite was enormous; she hadn’t stopped eating since the food was served!
What was scarier was that Bai Yino hardly touched fish, shrimp, or crab, but instead zeroed in on filling foods like noodles and steamed buns.
“Xiao Bai, are you full yet?”
Bailuo didn’t know what kind of miracle Bai Yino was; the Black Leather Book referred to her as a “Shi Long Survivor.”
But as to what a Shi Long Survivor was, even Bailuo couldn’t find related information in the memories of his past life.
Bailuo wasn’t concerned about the girl’s frightening appetite; once the farmland on Yatun Island yielded a few harvests, let alone one, he could afford to support ten Bai Yinos.
“Xiao Bai is not hungry anymore.”
“Not hungry?”
Bailuo said, “If you’re not hungry, then this is…?”
“Delicious.”
Bai Yino, ever sparing with her words, communicated her thoughts, which Bailuo, who shared a bond with her, understood.
She didn’t eat because she was hungry, but because she found the food delicious.
“You like… eating?”
“This one!”
Bai Yino held up a plate of dumplings: “Xiao Bai likes eating this!”
Pastries!
Bailuo also noticed that Bai Yino seemed to rarely touch fish, shrimp, or crab, and even pure egg and meat dishes were less common; instead, she had a special love for flour-based foods.
“Because they’re delicious?”
“Mhmm!”
Bai Yino adorably nodded and then added, “It has a nostalgic flavor, like home.”
“Hmm?”
Considering the homeland Bai Yino spoke of, Bailuo naturally didn’t think it was from his past life. Wilderness people were notoriously impoverished; how could they have rice and wheat: “Could it be that these buns, steamed bread, noodles, dumplings are the food of the Lost Realm?!”
‘The fifth page’s miracle! Could it be that the offering it seeks is these prepared pastries!’
Bailuo didn’t know if his idea was accurate, but trying it out was still worth a shot.
At that moment, he wanted to return immediately and conduct another shamanic offering to see if it aligned with his guess.
Unfortunately, Bailuo had other matters to tend to; he couldn’t leave just like that: ‘Anyway, it’s not going anywhere, and even if I go back now, I’d still have to wait at least half a month, pointless.’
“Anderson, you and Yimoteer keep an eye on the ship, the rest of you come with me.”
After speaking, Bailuo, accompanied by Xiao Bai, Gonnia, Fiona, and Little John, disembarked and started observing around the port.
Bailuo was a very disciplined man.
He could restrain his own curiosity, prioritize the tasks at hand, and then deal with other matters: “Gonnia, tell me, which one seems more appropriate.” “Alright.”
Gonnia had actually spent half an hour observing during Bailuo’s absence.
Thus, she already had a clear idea at this moment.
“Captain, take a lookat this slave trader.”
After taking the documents Gonnia passed to him, Bailuo glanced through them briefly. The girl had written the key points and pros and cons clearly, making it easy for Bailuo to consider, “Well summarized, let’s go with this one.”
“Let’s take a look.”
Bailuo glanced at Bai Yino and noticed the girl was obediently following behind him.
However, she clearly disliked the slave ships. Bailuo indicated he wouldn’t force her, but the girl clutched at Bailuo’s clothing, refusing to let go.
Considering Bai Yino was a Miracle Creature and had come from a slave background, lacking a sense of security, she only felt unafraid when staying by his side.
“Stay close tome.”
Bailuo patted Bai Yino’s little head, and the latter hastened to keep up.
With that, Bailuo took the lead toward the merchant ship flying the Three- Headed Dog Flag, but before he could board, two burly men stopped him.
“What are you doing? Don’t you know this is a private ship? Scram!”
Bailuo simply glanced at the two of them, then, with his hands behind his back, walked straight up the gangplank.
“You…”
One of the brawny men furrowed his brow, about to grab Bailuo.
“Bang!”
A figure leapt up, and the brawny man instinctively put up his hands to defend himself but was kicked backward several steps: ‘What kind of monstrous strength is this?!1
“There’s another one here.”
Little John kicked one away and, turning to the other, threw a punch that sent him splashing into the sea: “Haha, all set, Captain.”
“There are still more.”
Bailuo walked onto the deck and saw many shirtless sailors eating. Hearing the commotion beneath the gangplank, they immediately put down their belongings and moved toward Little John.
“Roar, there sure are a lot of them, interesting.”
Little John rubbed his fists, loosened his muscles, then stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Bailuo: “Boss, find a place to sit. I’ll play with them first.”
No sooner had he spoken than Little John, like a hungry wolf, plunged into the crowd.
Though he was only 13, his skills were exceedingly impressive.
While he couldn’t compare to Nors and Bailuo, ranking beyond 30 in the Yatun Clan, he was more than a match for these ordinary men.
“Captain?”
On the other side, outside the second-level cabin, a man with a handlebar mustache raised his hand to stop them: “Wait and watch, and tell them not to draw their weapons.”
“But he’s already knocked down more than ten of our men!”
“I said,”
The handlebar mustache glanced at his subordinate: “No weapons!”
“John!”
Bailuo also heard the other side’s words; he was here to do business, but showing strength was important: “That’s about enough.”
“Haha, that was refreshing. You guys aren’t bad, quite resilient!”
Faced with Little John’s taunting words, a group of sailors felt extremely frustrated.
They were the guards of the slave ship, specially trained to suppress rebellious slaves, so their skills were formidable.
But there’s always someone stronger.
Today they had learned there was a monster like Little John in this world.
“Clap, clap, clap.”
The handlebar mustache descended the stairs, clapping as he walked: “The young man really has good skills.”
“May I know what business you have with me, sir?”
The speech of the man with the handlebar mustache carried the customs of the upper echelon of the Azure Kingdom; clearly, he mistook Bailuo for court nobility.
“I’m a merchant, just like you.”
“A slaver?”
Coming to see him, the handlebar mustache thought Bailuo’s identity wasn’t hard to guess; either to buy or to sell. But he didn’t buy slaves, so Bailuo was here to purchase.
“I’m not a slaver, but I do want to buy slaves.”
“Haha, sure, sure, come on in and take a seat.” The handlebar mustache immediately forgot the previous unpleasantness, laughing as he said, “Any guest is a friend of mine.”
With business to be done and money to be made, you make friends out of strangers.
“Now, shall we discuss your business?”
The handlebar mustache sat in the reception room, facing Bailuo, while John, Xiao Bai, and Fiona stood behind Bailuo.
Gonnia sat with Bailuo, because discussing matters required showing she had
some status.
