A rare magical miracle in the world

“Haven’t you already met my master, so you should understand what status I hold now, right?”

“You…”

Handlebar Mustache was flabbergasted. He had never expected that a previously insignificant slave was now a divine envoy he had to look up to.

Is this life? Is this fate?

“Jealousy is pointless, loyalty allows you to achieve your desires.”

“…”

Hailbo’s words jolted Handlebar Mustache to attention, and he quickly nodded, “You’re right, you’re absolutely right.”

If Hailbo could do it, then why not him?

There’s no reason not!

“Let’s set off.”

“Eh?”

Handlebar Mustache looked around and didn’t see anyone else, he said awkwardly, “How do we set off when not everyone has arrived yet?”

“There’s no one else, just the three of us.”

“Three?”

Handlebar Mustache wanted to ask where the ‘three’ came from, but then he saw Hailbo lifting his scepter and thrusting it downward.

“Thud!”

“Whoosh!”

The sails fell and Handlebar Mustache staggered, grabbing onto something nearby to steady himself and avoid falling.

At the same time, Hailbo pointed the scepter forward slightly.

“Rumble!”

The Elf Battleship moved without wind and then suddenly accelerated, leaving the port behind.

“This, I…”

Although Handlebar Mustache had seen the Saint of Dawnlight, encountered some of Immortal Hawk’s troops, and had experienced the horrors of a curse, he was still awestruck by such a wonder: ‘Is this the world of gods, and can I, from now on, live in such a world?’

Without realizing it, the ring on Handlebar Mustache’s finger began to emit a faint light.

The light was weak, but it was indeed shining.

“Yo?”

Cat Lulu sensed the power of the fairy emanating from the ring and smiled.

“Wait a second, there’s only two of us, even if we don’t need someone to sail the ship, what about food?”

Handlebar Mustache was a third-generation rich kid, spoiled and clueless about cooking.

This was a man who, aside from enjoying life, was utterly useless in everyday matters.

“Can you cook?”

“I can.”

Hailbo: “But my current status doesn’t allow me to engage in such activities.”

“Then…”

“That’s why I said, the three of us are enough.”

“Right, Lulu?”

As Hailbo spoke, he looked towards the cat nearby. Under Handlebar Mustache’s gaze, Cat Lulu started to stand on two legs, and her body puffed up as if it had been inflated.

“This!!!”

“Heave-ho!”

Cat Lulu leapt lightly, somersaulted in the air, and then landed on the second deck.

“It’s noon, meow.”

Cat Lulu drew two matched blades, clanging them together in front of her: “What do you want to eat, meow?”

“Stew, boiled fish, grilled steak, grilled lamb chops, roasted chicken, or perhaps noodles, dumplings, buns?”

“Lulu Meow can cook a lot of dishes, meow.”

“Oh, I want Zhajiang noodles.”

“Alright meow, I’ll get it ready for the handsome guy right away.”

“The cat can talk!!!!”

Handlebar Mustache was still questioning his life; his worldview was being overturned again.

Why, why could a cat talk?

The cat was grilling fish!

The cat was also grilling steak!

“Ah ha~~”

Handlebar Mustache devoured the steak grilled by Cat Lulu, almost crying from how delicious it was: “Why does it taste so good?”

The spices were unheard of, much more exquisite than black pepper.

And the culinary skill was superb.

“Is this the food of gods?”

“Hey, can you calm down a bit,” said Hailbo eating Zhajiang noodles and then took a sip of Happy Otaku Water: “You’re the big merchant of the Mountains, aren’t you?”

“Can money buy the food of gods?”

“Good point, I have no counterargument.”

“That…”

Handlebar Mustache eyed the Happy Otaku Water (cola) in Hailbo’s hand: “What’s that?”

“It’s a beverage. Like wine or juice, don’t you drink with your meals?”

“Of course, but I’ve never had this.”

“Hey~~ Miss Lulu, give this naïve guy a cola.”

“Okay yo.”

Cat Lulu loved to cook; with a cute wave of her paw, a cola suddenly appeared in front of Handlebar Mustache.

“Amazing! How did you do that? How did this thing just magically appear out of thin air?!”

The magic amazed Handlebar Mustache once again.

“So refreshing!”

“Can you stop making such a fuss over everything?”

“So tasty!!”

“Well, as long as you’re happy.”

Thus, amid Handlebar Mustache’s endless astonishment, Hailbo finished his lunch.

And this one meal completely shattered Handlebar Mustache’s lifelong views.

Only after enjoying such can one understand how narrow and foolish their previous life had been. He had even asked His Majesty for wealth and status before.

What significance does the wealth of mortals have over a thousand years?

Determined, Handlebar Mustache decided to work diligently under Bailuo, and climb upwards, certain to use his talents to gain more rewards.