Chapter 274: Chapter 154 The Wolf King of Greedy World (Seeking Recommendation Tickets) _4

“”This…”

“Please, you must promise me,” Lyon said, “I can control myself and refrain from harming the people of Yatun, but that is my limit.”

The power of the Greedy World easily drives Lyon into a bloodthirsty frenzy.

At that time, he could revel in the slaughter without distinction, making prey out of young and old, weak and strong alike.

If Bailuo were by his side, then with a single command, he could subdue Lyon and suppress him.

But what if Bailuo weren’t there?

Facing his companions, Lyon would subconsciously distance himself, but to outsiders, to people from other countries, he might completely lose control.

“Foolish old banquet, in the end, it’s just a foolish old banquet.”

This was still Lyon, with a compatibility rating of 500%.

If someone else were in his position, they might have already lost control by now.

Even Lyon couldn’t fully suppress the savage blood within him, which showed just how dangerous and eerie the faction of the foolish old banquet really was.

“What about the person who obtains your Miracle Power? What will happen to them?”

“I don’t know.”

Lyon shook his head; he had only just awakened, and he had yet to discover how to transform into a Miracle Citizen.

But this wasn’t a problem.

Lyon had received the grace of the Mysterious Dragon, and the power within him would awaken very soon.

This also meant that Lyon would enter the second phase before long.

By then, Bailuo would clearly see the nature of Lyon’s power, what the Miracle Power of the Greedy World Wolf was, and how it could be used to transform his citizens—it would all be clear.

“In that case…”

Bailuo said, “For the time being, then, you’ll stay by my side.”

“Yes!”

Lyon knew his own situation. The danger posed by the Greedy World Wolf made it better to stay by Bailuo’s side, where he could be subdued at any moment.

A Miracle could never harm its master; not only the present Lyon, but even the once-vicious dog had always been very docile and gentle to its master.

“As for your duties,” Bailuo said, “act as a bodyguard then, and protect my safety.”

Protecting Bailuo seemed the least necessary of tasks.

After all, who could defeat him?

Yet, to everyone in Yatun, it seemed perfectly natural that Bailuo’s safety was of utmost importance.

“Yes!”

Lyon was exhilarated; being Bailuo’s bodyguard meant he could openly stick by Bailuo’s side.

Although the Greedy World Wolf was a wolf, it still retained some canine traits.

Just like the other Miracles, Lyon yearned for Bailuo’s affection and appreciation: “With me by your side, I will not let anyone so much as touch a hair on you!”

“I leave it in your hands.”

Bailuo nodded, “By the way, can you change back? You’re too conspicuous at this size.”

“I’ll need Lady Lilith’s help for that.”

Lyon mentioned that he had torn his clothes earlier, and changing back now would be too impolite.

The young man valued rank and etiquette highly—if he even thought of committing a breach of manners, he would feel grievously at fault.

Wolves are proud; dogs are loyal.

Lyon combined the wolf’s pride with the dog’s loyalty. He was willing to become Bailuo’s hungry wolf, devouring everything for him for all eternity.

“No need for formalities,” Lilith said, “We are all His Majesty’s Miracles now.”

With that, Lilith effortlessly conjured clothing for Lyon with a light touch—a black suit, impeccable in every detail. Perhaps it was the Miracle, but Lyon seemed to have grown taller.

His silver-frosted hair and eyes, a mix of black and red, looked particularly enchanting.

Lyon was inherently handsome, and after merging with the Heart of the Greedy World and becoming the Greedy Wolf of the World, his charm had increased manyfold.

He was like a demon lord from Hell; in terms of appearance alone, not even Tree Elves could compare with him.

“Your Majesty.”

Lyon clenched his right fist and then placed it behind his waist as he bowed to Bailuo, “Thank you for your grace, I will not let you down.”

It was difficult to imagine that such a noble young man could come from a village like Yatun.

But Grandpa Andrew’s education was tailored to individual talents.

Just like the aloofness of the Elder Sister, the innocence of Iron Simpleton, both Lyon and Sheila received an education fit for the elite since childhood, with etiquette being a compulsory subject.

“Let’s test your combat abilities.”

After saying this, Bailuo had the Elder Sister take everyone to Avalon’s training ground.

Lyon then sparred with the Elder Sister, Lilith, and Sherri one after another.

Of course, he couldn’t defeat any of them, experiencing defeat in all three bouts.

But Bailuo had to admit, Lyon was powerful; while his techniques were somewhat immature, his potential was immense..

Grandpa Andrew, after observing, started to develop techniques that would suit Lyon.

“I noticed that during combat, you’ve been constantly suppressing yourself.”

Lyon’s battle was very elegant.

Even when suppressed, when beaten down, he maintained a humble and gentle demeanor, smiling as he accepted it.

However, this wasn’t the Greedy World Wolf.

Only when Lyon went berserk, went crazy, did the true power of the Greedy Wolf of the World truly show itself.

“Is that power very terrifying?”

“Terrifying.”

Lyon respected his uncle greatly and he spoke truthfully, “But I’m not afraid of it, I just feel that such an attitude shouldn’t be used on my companions.”

“Yes, that makes sense.”

Speaking of which, he still couldn’t let go, so his uncle took out a book: “Here.”

“This is…”

“This book, is a collection of the insights and experiences I gathered when I was agitated back in the day.”

Uncle: “Although it’s not some profound martial arts secret manual and it might not help much with improving your strength, it can calm you down when your heart is restless and your spirit is agitated.”

“Take a look whenever you have some free time.”

The uncle smiled and patted Lyon on the shoulder: “Our Yatun is now in a state where the yin is strong and the yang is weak, among the young men, apart from Nors, we’re relying on you.”

Lyon: Roar! Are the men of Yatun finally going to rise up?!

“You…”

Lyon knew his uncle’s awesomeness, he was nearly a ‘God of All Trades’ in the hearts of the People of Yatun: “You even prepared this?”

“What’s with all this talk of preparation,” the uncle said: “I just seemed to have nothing to do and casually researched a little, actually, I’m not that proficient, just have a slight understanding.”

Lyon: “…”

Even though he wanted to complain, Lyon still took the insights his uncle offered, and his uncle said: “Right now, you’re probably not even able to use 10% of your strength. Whether this book will be useful, I don’t know whether it will work, but, I hope it does.”

“I will definitely study it earnestly!”

Lyon treasured it as if it were a precious guidebook, anything given by the uncle was extremely valuable.

In Lyon’s mind, his uncle had never done anything superfluous.

If he didn’t act, he wouldn’t be noticed, but once he did, it was earth-shatteringly amazing.

And so, Lyon opened the book his uncle gave him.

There was no dazzle, it was even somewhat obscure and difficult to understand.

But as Lyon read carefully and understood it, his heart indeed became much more settled.

And before Lyon realized it, several hours had unknowingly passed.

Looking at the book in his hands, Lyon was surprised to find: ‘I, I’ve been reading for so long and only got through three passages?’

On a page with dozens of lines, Lyon had spent several hours on just a few sentences.

Lyon: Grandpa, you still say you’re not a big shot?!

“What did you give him?’

Bailuo asked the uncle with curiosity, who was smoking and casually replied: “Nothing much, just some poetry I wrote when I was young, just writing what I felt.”

“You can write poetry?”

Uncle’s new skill — writing poetry.

“Just a little,”

Uncle waved his hand: “Just scribbling.”

Bailuo: Lyon is so engrossed, and you call it just scribbling!!!

“May I have a look?”

“Sure.”

Uncle: “I have dozens more in my room, if you’re interested, go take them.”

“I’m going!”

Bailuo was stunned: “Where did you hide them, I’ve stayed at home for so long, how come I never discovered them? You didn’t bury them, did you?”

“Bury, who buries books in the ground?”

Uncle: “These are all things I’ve written since coming to the island, I didn’t have so much paper back home, so I had to remember it all in my mind.”

“…”

Bailuo, interested in the uncle’s literary talent, now that the senior sister had set off, said, “Hey, remember to bring them back, let’s read them together tonight.”

After a while, the senior sister sent good news: “There are so many books.”

“Who wrote them?”

“All by dad.”

“Why hesitate, then,” Bailuo said: “Bring them all back!”

After coming to the island, the uncle, besides conducting research every day, helping everyone look for ways to improve, discussing international situations with Grandfather Andrew, consulting laws of Yatun with Elder Mountain Grandpa, designing the Yatun Island planning map, and creating the Fighting Saint Law Cultivation Manual, and so on and so forth.

After finishing these tasks, the uncle, having nothing better to do, loved to write something.

Things like the poetry and essays he had written before but never recorded, as well as recent writings inspired by moments of feeling.

It was actually nothing remarkable, just a slight understanding after all.

Uncle: At an older age, one has these hobbies, you live and you learn until you’re old.