Chapter 4 It's a miracle

"There really is!"

Bai Luo: "What kind of power?"

"Miracles. ”

"Uh... ”

Bai Luo looked at the old man in surprise, and he asked, "Miracle, what is it?"

"A sword that can unleash flames, a pot that pours out gold, and a beautiful maiden who grows out of fruit. ”

Uncle: "Manipulate the fog, bring the storm, dominate the thunder." ”

"Magic!"

Bai Luo raised his hand and pointed: "This is magic!"

"It's truly a miracle. ”

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Bai Luo didn't know how to describe it to his uncle, because in his concept, there was no word for 'magic'.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Miracle or magic, just change the name.

Do as the locals do!

"Have you ever seen a miracle?"

"Yes. ”

Uncle said, "The Earl of the Thorn Realm is a miracle lord with miracles. ”

"That's what you say!"

Bai Luo hurriedly said, "But isn't that a legend?"

Legend has it that his castle is surrounded by thorns because he is guarded by the elves of thorns.

This story was told by the old people in the village from a very young age.

But Bai Luo always thought it was just a fairy tale.

"It's true. ”

The uncle said, "I've seen it with my own eyes." ”

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Uncle has never been untargeted, since he said that he had seen it, Bai Luo naturally no longer doubted it.

It is impossible to deceive the old man in front of him by pretending to be a ghost.

The village of Arden is part of the Earls of Thorns, a territory of hundreds of thousands of powerful nobles with a population of hundreds of thousands.

Bai Luo also left the village and went out to wander.

Although he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, Bai Luo in this life can really be called a warrior.

He's strong, he's good.

However, Bai Luo can't stay outside forever, and his mission is to protect the legacy of the Arden family.

Therefore, Bai Luo only goes out on adventures with his senior sister for about four months every year, and at the same time collects useful materials for the Ardenians.

But even Bai Luo, who has been away for many years, has never heard of miracles.

No, I should say I did.

But Bai Luo felt that it was a fairy tale, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, he secretly said that it was dark, and he only realized it today.

"Is this true? Why haven't you told me about miracles before?"

"There are so few miracles that it doesn't make much sense to say it. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "We can't meet it." ”

"There are few miracles?"

"Very little. ”

Uncle said, "But it's terrible. ”

The uncle's voice was very calm, but Bai Luo, who knew him, knew that the uncle must have recalled the unpleasant old things.

"That's not a power that ordinary people can understand, it's beyond imagination," the old man said, "Only miracles can defeat miracles, and ordinary people can only wait for death when they encounter miracles with miracle powers." ”

"Is it so powerful?!"

"It's very powerful," the old man, "at least until the power of the miracle is exhausted, it will be extremely difficult for us to defeat each other." ”

"You can't do it either?"

Bai Luo knew how powerful his uncle was, and he imagined that there were still people that his uncle couldn't defeat.

"Me?"

The uncle didn't say it explicitly, he just laughed at himself: "I'm just a mortal after all." ”

Saying this, the old uncle stood up, he didn't ask Bai Luo why he suddenly asked this.

Just like in the past ten years, whenever Bai Luo has any novel ideas, the uncle has also silently supported and never explored too much.

Perhaps in his mind, this child of his own family is a geniusβ€”β€”β€”β€” and he is also proud.

"So how can you have a miracle?"

Bai Luo stood up and came to this world, if he could master the mysterious power, then he should try it.

Inya on the side didn't know why, she didn't quite understand what they were talking about.

Forget it, let's continue to gnaw on the pig's trotters. ’

Life can only be lived up to by pretending to be forced and pig's trotters, it is really fragrant.

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The uncle looked at Bai Luo and stopped talking, but finally decided to tell Bai Luo.

He motioned for Bai Luo to go out with him.

Later, the two came to the courtyard, and the uncle looked around left and right, and finally settled on a stone on the ground.

The old man picked up the stone and said, "A miracle can be anything, it disguises itself, and sometimes even the miracle itself does not know that it is a miracle." ”

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Bai Luo listened, then thought carefully and said, "Uncle, you mean that miracles are all around us, and anything can be miracles?"

"Exactly. ”

As the old man spoke, he threw the stone away, and then he turned around to find the stone under Bai Luo's gaze.

"Let's see if it's it. ”

After searching for about a few minutes, the old man picked up the stone again and put it in Bai Luo's palm again.

Bai Luo took a closer look, yes, it should still be the original one.

"What do you think I just did?"

"Throw the stone away, and then, find it again?"

"yes, I did do this kind of boring thing. ”

The old man nodded, and then threw the stone away.

And it was thrown in a place that he didn't even know, and it was thrown far, far away.

"And what do you think is the probability that we will find that stone again?"

After the uncle finished speaking, Bai Luo immediately looked at the direction where the stone was thrown, and it seemed to have fallen into the forest more than a hundred meters away.

When you think back to the appearance of that stone, it is not characteristic at all.

"That's almost impossible. ”

Bai Luo said to the old uncle: "Such a big forest, find such a small stone, and I haven't memorized its specific characteristics。。。。。。 ”

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack ...

In other words, why are they doing such a thing, and what is the point?

"Hard, isn't it?"

"Hmm. ”

"Do you know the history of our Ardenians?"

Bai Luo didn't know anything about the history of the Ardenians, he was trained by his uncle since he was a child, learning how to become a powerful warrior.

Reading and writing, this must also be learned.

But history or something, because it is not practical, so young people rarely come into contact with it.

"This land once belonged to us Ardenians. ”

The old uncle said something that surprised Bai Luo extremely much: "More than 800 years ago, the ancestors of Arden came here from another land. ”

Over the next 600 years, they worked hard and spent dozens of generations to build a mighty kingdom on this land. ”

However, 200 years ago, the current Iron Eagle King usurped the throne, overthrew the rule of the Arden clan, and established the current Iron Eagle Kingdom. ”

"You may think that the Iron Eagle King is a man of extraordinary talent, he started from scratch and defeated our ancestors by himself, which is very powerful. ”

"But I'll tell you," said the old man, "the Iron Eagle King himself doesn't really have much talent. ”

Bai Luo wanted to say that there was something wrong with what the uncle said.

After all, fools know that the winner is the strongest.

Losers, even if they are talented, will not be praised.

Since the Iron Eagle King won, why didn't the uncle recognize him?

If you become a king or lose a villain, the uncle will not fail to understand this truth.

Bai Luo knows his uncle's character, he is by no means the kind of conceited person, even if he is facing a crippled enemy, the uncle will never despise him.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

This is what Uncle has taught Bai Luo since he was a child.

"Because of a miracle?"

"Yes, because of a miracle. ”

Uncle said, "The Iron Eagle King 200 years ago was the same as you and me. ”

"No, he's not even as good as you and me, far less than. The old man said: "He is just an ordinary person in a mountain village, a bastard who does not learn or know, is neither literate nor enterprising." ”

Speaking of which, the uncle didn't show a look of resentment or anything like that.

He smoked a cigarette very calmly, as if telling the story of a person who had nothing to do with him.