Chapter 242: Chapter 145: Uncle’s Past (Please Vote for Recommendation)_3

Bailuo and his uncle entered the jail cell where Sigurian was being held, and here, Sigurian was bound unharmed to a chair.

He couldn’t move at all, not even his head.

As for suicide, with the Tree Elves arranged to be on standby, they would come over immediately at the first sign of trouble.

No matter if Sig was trying to bite his own tongue or suffocate himself, it would be in vain.

In the face of the power of Life Magic, you couldn’t even die if you wanted to.

“Care to chat?”

After Bailuo finished speaking, the Tree Elves immediately used Life Magic to conjure up two chairs for Bailuo and his uncle to sit down.

“Hmm?”

Sigurian’s sight and hearing weren’t blocked at that moment, and he could speak as well.

Bailuo, Sigurian had seen him before.

But the white-haired old man who came in with him, Sigurian was somewhat puzzled.

“You…”

Sigurian felt the uncle looked familiar. After scrutinizing him for quite a while, his expression shifted from confusion to surprise, “Saros? Are you, are you Saros?”

Bailuo knew his uncle had met Sigurian, but the fact that they actually knew each other was rather unbelievable.

You have to understand, the uncle had never possessed Miracle Power; he was just a mortal, always had been.

And for a mortal, a Heroic Level Child of Miracle was indeed a very influential figure.

“Hahaha, I thought it was someone else.”

Sigurian’s gaze moved past Bailuo, focusing on the uncle, “So it was you, Saros!”

“I was just wondering, who in the world could have anticipated my drunken outing.”

“It turns out to be you!”

Sigurian was truly baffled; he had left on a whim to get some air while drunk, yet Bailuo managed to lure him out in one go, as if he had the foresight.

He truly suspected that Bailuo had the Miracle Power to predict the future.

But now, seeing Saros the uncle, Sigurian’s confusion instantly vanished, “If it’s you, then it’s not surprising at all, not surprising at all!!”

If it was the uncle, Sigurian felt it made sense and was able to accept that he could’ve anticipated this.

“You know each other?”

“We’ve met once.”

“Was that just a ‘once met’ sort of matter?!”

Sigurian, “In my life, I’ve been captured twice, the first time by you! The second time, also by you!”

“Do you have a grudge against me?!”

“…”

Bailuo looked at his uncle, surprised, while the latter raised his hand, “Keep it low key, low key.”

“In the past, I never received Miracle Power, but I did lead troops in battle,” said the uncle, “just commanded some Miracle Troop Types on occasion.””

“But that’s not much of a big deal.”

“The War God of Miracle Mainland! Saying it’s no big deal!”

Sigurian retorted, “If you call that ‘just commanding some troops,’ then what am I?”

Uncle: Don’t exaggerate, it really was no big deal.

“Wow.”

Bailuo, “So all the stories you told me when I was a kid were true?”

Bailuo had been listening to his uncle’s heroic tales since childhood, told with such emotion and vividness as if he had witnessed them firsthand.

Therefore, Bailuo had always suspected that his uncle’s adventures weren’t simple, that they must have a basis in reality, that such things truly happened.

Never would he have guessed, the War God of Miracle Mainland, his uncle had such a title?

“I’d heard from Elder Mountain Grandpa about your romantic history and thought that was exciting enough.”

Bailuo, “But I had no idea there was even more to it!”

Uncle: That damn Elder Shan, daring to tarnish my brilliant and valiant image in Xiao Luo’s eyes, how infuriating!!!

“Oh well, it’s no big deal,” said the uncle, “just fought casually, just casually.”

“Heh.”

Sigurian didn’t even feel like commenting, a man who even predicted his casual stroll outside.

War God!

Truly worthy of the title War God!

Uncle: I really didn’t anticipate this, it’s just your own doing.

“Losing to you, no injustice at all.”

Originally, Sigurian had wanted to die, but upon seeing the uncle, he changed his mind.

Morgan must not fight against Yatun, no, he must not.

Others might not know of Saros’s prowess, but how could Sigurian possibly be unaware.

The military strategies written by the uncle back in the day were still regarded as sacred texts by Sigurian, who would read them almost every night to deepen his impressions.

Not just him, any general who had the idea of leading troops, almost every one of them would have a copy.

And particularly, those mighty individuals who had been defeated by the uncle, each one of them held a mix of admiration and resentment.

They admired the uncle’s talent and resented having been defeated by him back then.

“But weren’t you at Marquis of Clearspring’s place,” Sigurian said, “I heard you went home to visit your family and then vanished, now the entire Iron Eagle Kingdom is looking for you.”

“There are rumors that you are dead.”

Sigurian laughed, “I just knew it, a man like you couldn’t possibly die at the hands of some minor Miracle Troop Types.”

That would be an utter disgrace!

It not only insulted the uncle but also those who had once admirably accepted defeat at his hands.

That naturally included Sigurian as well.

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about the past anymore, it’s all gone.”

The uncle had a history with the Marquis of Clearspring.

Bailuo had inquired about it before, but when the uncle spoke of her, he always was somewhat evasive.

So, Bailuo asked Elder Mountain Grandpa.

Had he not made that inquiry, it would have been just fine, but with some prying, it turned out to be like a legendary saga.

In his youth, the uncle was just like Bailuo nowadays, young and talented, handsome and dashing, gallant and brilliant, overflowing with talent.

In short, very much like Bailuo indeed.

Decades ago, in his younger days, the uncle and a group of friends set out on adventures across Miracle Mainland.

They visited many places, traveled everywhere, and saw various Miracle Kingdoms.

Anyone with an eye could see the uncle’s talent.