A rare magical miracle in the world

Dumbass stood on the street, where Cat Er Er had sent her.

Alone, with a bag of money.

She wore a nice Yatun dress, the kind you’d wear at the turn of spring and summer, warm, yet rather plain and refreshing. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

"This dress, it shouldn’t be something ordinary people can wear, right?"

She rubbed the dress; the material was very nice. If she weren’t a Miracle Citizen, then at the very least, you’d have to be Nobles to afford it, even ordinary rich people couldn’t manage.

"How long has it been since I’ve worn such clothes?"

"No, I should say I’ve never worn them.

"As a child, I seem to remember only wearing clothes patched all over."

Dumbass recalled her childhood, when she and her mother took a huge risk to board a passenger ship and smuggled themselves into Coral City.

Her mother worked desperately to support her but fell gravely ill.

At that time, Dumbass was only nine years old.

A nine-year-old girl, in search of a chance to cure her mother’s illness, encountered human traffickers and nearly never saw her mother again.

’Girl, come with me.’

Haitang was the one who had appeared before Dumbass at that time, saving her from the traffickers’ hands.

So instead of being grateful to Micia, it was harder to let go of the kindness and affection she felt for Haitang and Coral.

Truthfully, Dumbass didn’t even know Micia.

Who was Micia?

A deity?

Oh.

To be loyal to a deity, devote oneself selflessly?

Alright, I got it.

Most Miracle Citizens were probably just like Dumbass.

The high and mighty Master of Miracles, who’d notice the cannon fodder scurrying below?

Even the Miracle Citizens are just cannon fodder.

Mortals?

What are those, livestock?

Kristin didn’t dare speak loudly to Bailuo, largely because of the inherent fear of the Master of Miracles she grew up with.

A living Master of Miracles was equivalent to the goddess Micia whom she was supposed to serve, a presiding entity.

Is it embarrassing to tremble before such a revered Master?

"It’s already quite remarkable," Kristin said, "to have held out until now."

But why, oh why?

Why abandon her?

It couldn’t really be as Bailuo said, could it? Kristin knew too well that someone like her, who just needed to ask, was likely to be given away to someone else at a mere mention.

Suppressing the sourness at the tip of her nose, Kristin spirited herself up.

"How long has it been since I’ve been on my own like this?"

Ever since her mother was murdered, Kristin had always followed her heart, maintaining the maritime security across the Azure Country.

She was but an insignificant Transcendent; even after breaking through to Heroic Level, she remained insignificant.

However, when Kristin assisted Haitang in managing Coral City, not one corrupt official emerged, and the people’s hearts were secure, an undeniable fact.

Bailuo noticed this, and Kristin was a talent in security and internal affairs.

Conveniently, Yatun was in dire need of someone like Dumbass for internal administration.

Furthermore, with too many warmongers and racists in Yatun, Bailuo needed someone rational enough to judge matters from a neutral stance.

Clearly, Kristin was suitable.

"Is this money?"

Kristin pulled out the bag Cat Er Er had given her, which contained money—not much, 3 bills of 1000, and 20 of 100.

In Yatun, Mortal’s gold, silver, and copper held no value.

"It has a special Miracle imprint," Kristin was too straightforward, but not lacking in intelligence: "It should be for anti-counterfeiting."

Bailuo had the Witches and Lilith develop a special magic paper currency, marked with Bailuo’s Miracle Power as an anti-counterfeiting measure.

This would become the future internal currency of Yatun Nation, safe and easy to calculate while also being straightforward and convenient.

The magic paper currency itself couldn’t be copied because Miracle Power is unique; no one could replicate another’s Miracle Power.

Moreover, Bailuo issued special currency verifier machines, and even if a source of trouble was discovered, Miracle Citizens would personally go to check it out.

With so many layers of security, the economic system of Yatun could be fail-proof.

"So people in this country are close to miracles."

"It’s different from Coral City," Kristin thought, "Coral City adopted a strategy where miracles are not shown amongst the common people, Mortals have no knowledge of the existence of miracles."

"But this town is a complete Miracle Kingdom...

"However, paper money, that’s really unique."

Dumbass wasn’t clear on the value of this money, but since Bailuo had given it, she assumed that her living expenses were secure for the short term.

No excessive privilege was given, but a true choice to live a ’free’ life.

"Is this the place?"

Dumbass wasn’t truly free; Bailuo had arranged a workplace for her, but besides that, within Harbor Town, Dumbass could move about freely.

Kristin was also aware that her situation was special; Bailuo couldn’t possibly let her roam unattended.

But she could accept such an arrangement, a wholly new experience.

"Knock knock."

It was early morning, 6:30 am, at Harbor Town’s shop street. Apart from the breakfast shops, almost all were yet to open.

"Is anyone there?"

Kristin was a bit nervous, for it had been twenty years since she had looked for a job. She had no experience: "I am, I am here for a job recommended by Mr. Luo Bai, is anyone there?"

"Knock knock knock."

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"Coming~~"

This was a two-story shop, the first floor quite spacious, resembling a tavern, and the second floor seemed to be an inn, offering food and lodging.