Chapter 48

Xuan. How was he supposed to ask Uncle Kun for help? Could he really take a nap in the volcanic region first? But sleeping didn't necessarily mean he would see Kun.

Or should he let the people of the Misera Empire attack him, so Kun would unleash his divine might again? Two methods came to Lin Hanxuan's mind one after another, but he felt neither would work. The first method was one thing, but the second felt like deception. It definitely wouldn't get past Uncle Kun; he might even fly into a towering rage.

Seeing Lin Hanxuan shake his head, Midras asked, "What? You won't agree?" His expression shifted uncertainly. Midras had always given people the impression of being steady and composed, his joy and anger never showing on his face, but this Magic Beast conflict had done far too much harm to the Misera Empire. Not only had it dealt a heavy blow to the southern military machinery production zone, it had also cost them a seven-leaf Grand Mage. In terms of Grand Mage combat strength, the Misera Empire was already on equal footing with the Thunder Eagle Empire. After finally hoping for Lin Hanxuan, who possessed a guardian deity, to appear, the boy was shaking his head right in front of him. How could that not make a man furious?

Seeing Midras's face darken, Lin Hanxuan said, "Your Majesty, as a fellow human, of course I won't just stand by and watch the people of your country suffer. It's just... although I have the protection of a guardian deity, I still can't freely communicate with him. The last time he appeared, it was because he thought I was under attack, so he intervened to help me." Lin Hanxuan spoke frankly.

Midras glanced at Yang Rong. Yang Rong said, "Your Majesty, the Yang Family severed its connection with the guardian deity back in the time of our first-generation ancestor, so I don't understand my younger brother's situation either. However, I believe my brother would not deceive you."

"Alas, if that is truly the case, then this will be difficult. Could the Misera Empire be destroyed in my hands?" Midras raised his head to the sky and let out a long sigh.

"Your Majesty, forgive my frankness," Yi Junze asked. "Rumor has it that your country has a God-Blessed Family. Has Your Majesty asked them for help?"

Yi Junze spoke very carefully. Although he knew about the God-Blessed Family, it was still, after all, a secret of the Misera Empire.

Midras hesitated for a while, but in the end he still said, "In a God-Blessed Family, only one person can gain the favor of a god or divine beast and establish contact with them... We have already sent two inheritors, but both failed."

Midras spoke of it lightly, but Yi Junze was startled inwardly. Very few gods were willing to become the guardian deity of a God-Blessed Family, but since one could become a God-Blessed Family at all, the guardian deity had to at least be a divine beast. Two inheritors meant that two divine beasts had intervened in this matter, yet both had actually failed? No wonder Midras was worried about the fall of his nation. It was truly hard to imagine just how powerful those two Magic Beasts were.

Yang Rong glanced at her husband, then said, "There is no need to be too surprised that the inheritors failed. After all, divine beasts are not omnipotent. It just so happened that both divine beasts were still in a weakened period, and in an extremely hot environment, they could not bring out their proper strength. Many factors added together led to the failure."

After thinking for a while, Lin Hanxuan still made his decision. "Your Majesty, please give me a few days. Let me think of a way to contact my guardian deity."

"I agree," Midras said. "Once you establish contact, you must ask the guardian deity to help. I will send the most elite combat forces to protect your safety. If anything happens to you, I will have them bring me their heads!" As if to comfort Yang Rong, Midras spoke while putting an arm around her.

Yang Rong's lips trembled. In truth, she was deeply unwilling for her own younger brother, the sole heir of the Yang Family, to take such a heaven-high risk. Mediating the conflict between two high-level Magic Beasts—yet in front of her husband, the words to stop him would not come out.

"Your Majesty, rest assured," Lin Hanxuan promised. "As long as my guardian deity is willing to help, I think there should not be much of a problem." Lin Hanxuan had great confidence in Kun's strength. The ancient books clearly recorded him as the number-one divine beast, who had even swallowed a divine messenger. Even if he could not win, Little Winter should still be able to protect himself.

"Good!" Midras said happily. "But just in case, I will give you this pair of shoes."

Midras took a pair of dark-gray shoes from his magic belt and handed them to Lin Hanxuan.

"This is...?" Lin Hanxuan carefully examined the shoes. They were a pair of leather ankle boots, with smooth uppers and intricate patterns carved into the soles.

"This is a proud work of our nation's alchemy master, Wultin," Midras said. "The Flying Boots I am wearing and the Soaring Boots in your hands have almost the same function: they allow rapid movement, and make long-distance running less tiring." Midras smiled. "However, the Flying Boots can fly through the air without using flight magic, while the Soaring Boots can only glide over short distances. That is the only difference."

"Wow!" Yi Junze exclaimed in amazement, then said enviously, "A work by Master Wultin. Lin Hanxuan, you've really struck it rich this time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Lin Hanxuan said. "I will definitely do my utmost to handle this matter well. If not for anything else, then for the people in the south of your country."

"Good. Then I will wait for your news." Midras took Yang Rong's hand and said, "My beloved consort, will you return with me, or do you want to stay here for a few more days?"

Yang Rong answered, "Your Majesty, I want to stay here a few more days and keep my younger brother company."

"Good. In that case, I will return first. There are still many things to prepare." Midras stood up, and the other three also rose with him.

"We respectfully send off Your Majesty." Yang Rong bent in a curtsy.

"Farewell. I am leaving." Midras had just stepped outside when, beneath his feet...