"I want the North Sea Kingdom, all the citizens unable to adapt to the King of the North Sea's Miracle Power, all of them."
Although this was premeditated, it's still somewhat surprising to declare it during negotiations.
"All of them?"
Immortal Hawk Duke Micia: "That would be several millions, right?"
Being a non-Miracle Citizen is no secret; they live outside the Miracle Kingdom. With the abilities of those present, counting them would only take a minute.
"About 8,895,000."
Bailuo announced his calculated population: "The small remainder doesn't matter; I won't fuss over that."
"Just an extra few hundreds."
Micia was speechless; looking at Ogysail, he was burning with unexpressed anger: "Fine, but I need a guarantee from you that you won't attack my North Sea Kingdom again in the future."
This guarantee wasn't a big issue, it was reasonable.
After all, Bailuo couldn't take nearly nine million people today and then attack after a few decades to take more people.
