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Thornshore is about 500 kilometers, and then, there’s another 4000 kilometers of ocean to the south.

This vast expanse of sea territory belongs entirely to Yatun.

If you divided Morgan’s maritime nation into 9 parts, then this part would be the one in the top right corner.

For the Yatun Duchy, this piece just happens to make contact with the Birch Tree Land by the coast, but not much. It also has nothing to do with the princes of the coastal areas of the Kingdom of Mountains.

Therefore, such a sea territory can make the Yatun Duchy confront Count Thorn without necessarily causing conflicts with other Masters of Miracles.

“Your attitude is quite obvious, isn’t it?”

Micia said, “Are you in such a hurry for revenge?”

“If I go by your concepts, I should also be considered an enemy, right?”

In those days, the Kings of Yatun experimented with the Mortal Realm without miracles, and Micia received her miracle 400 years ago, only to be exiled afterward.

From this point of view, Micia has some old scores to settle with the Kings of Yatun.

Luckily, four hundred years have passed.

Micia had long forgotten her past grievances; she moved to new lands and found a new life.

Even if she encountered a Descendant of the Seven Kings now, her feelings would be indifferent.

If she truly harbored hatred, she wouldn’t miss her Uncle Saros.

“I want revenge, but not against the Iron Eagle King, but against Count Thorn,” said Sister frankly. “He killed my father, slaughtered my people, and for this enmity, he must give an explanation.”

“Oh…”

Micia nodded: “This is indeed a hurdle that’s hard to get over.”

“Revenge for your family?”

Morgan empathized: “Since you have this need, I have no reason to hoard it and act as Thorn’s shield.”

“I have no problems with this matter,”

Morgan said, “Do you have any other demands?”

“No, that’s the main one.”

“…”

Morgan was somewhat surprised, as he had not expected the other party to make such a modest request.

To the Masters of Miracles, national territory is often an excess.

Just as with Count Thorn, his Princely State is called the Earl’s State.

But on a nearly 5 million square kilometers of land, there are only so few people.

Just by land area, Thistle Province is almost half the size of Hua Nation, yet while Hua Nation has 1.4 billion people, Thistle Province has only 800,000.

Even counting the slaves, it doesn’t exceed 7 million.

Two hundredths of a percent!!

But slaves in any country cannot be considered as part of the true population; they are more like livestock.

No one counts pigs, cattle, and sheep as part of the population.

Because of this, the 7 million slaves are mostly concentrated in cities like Hiruen, belongings of some magnates.

They work for merchants and magnates, but receive nothing for themselves.

Apart from one or two meals a day, all earnings belong to their masters.

And the 800,000 civilians mostly live near cities and towns.

Most regions of Thistle Province are made up of barren hills and harsh waters, simply unsuitable for human habitation.

That’s why in Thistle Province, no matter if you live in a remote mountain village or in a crevice between stones, the authorities will still send someone to collect taxes.

If they can’t collect taxes, they’ll use the local produce to offset the debt.

Sometimes, the value of the produce is hundreds of times more than the tax, and that’s where the real profit lies.

The magnates of Thistle Province really execute their exploitation to the fullest, leaving no stone unturned nor grass uncut.

As for merchants, travelers, and other transient populations.

Most of them are in big cities like the Ancient City Xilu’en, and with the system in Thistle Province, it’s impossible to keep an accurate count.

“Do you want to take back Hiruen?”

Micia discerned some of Sister’s goals: “With your strength, Count Thorn may not necessarily stand a chance against you.”

“But the Holy Covenant is about to commence, and once you’ve signed it, it will be hard for you to take further actions.”

Micia was very aware that the Yatun Duchy relied entirely on Sister to lead.

Apart from her, Yatun’s army is quite inferior.

Once Sister is restricted from acting, Yatun’s military strength will definitely not be enough to contend with Count Thorn.

Taking Hiruen would be easy.

But defending it would be nearly impossible.

Even if neither side deploys Master Level individuals, just as long as Count Thorn seeks help from the other six Kings of Iron Eagle, Yatun would have no chance of winning against them.

“Hiruen has a local population of 40,000, 100,000 slaves, and when you add the itinerant merchants and travelers, it barely exceeds 10,000.”

“At most, it’s a city with a population of 150,000.”

Micia said, “If Yatun needs more people, Azure has several hundred million slaves. As many as you want, I can provide.”

Yatun’s recent slave purchases had long been known by Azure and Pirate Kings.

“Yatun has no desire for war.”

Sister said, “At least for the next ten years, we won’t be initiating any plans for revenge.”

“In that case, you wouldn’t want to be enemies with us, right?”

“Of course not.”

Sister said to Morgan, “So my second request is a peace agreement, but more than a transaction, I prefer to call it a common goal.”

A common goal, since everyone wants to live in peace, let’s cut the nonsense and get practical.

“How many years do you want to form an alliance with us?”

“Ten years.”

Sister revealed the number agreed upon after discussions with Uncle, Elder Shan, Grandfather Andrew, and others.

In ten years, Sister was certain she could achieve Third Awakening.

Though Sister said she could break through again soon, the People of Yatun still needed time to enhance their strength.

Only by cultivating enough heroes, masters, and legendary troops could Yatun gain a voice in these sea territories.

Therefore, ten years was the most appropriate cooling-off period.

After ten years, even if Bailuo never received another miracle,