"A newcomer?"
The Iron Eagle King noticed Bailuo; he had previously been engrossed in his building blocks and only now realized a stranger had come into their resting room.
"You have a rather tasteful sense of fashion."
Caught off guard by the sudden comment, Bailuo looked down at his clothes—although they were extravagant, they didn't seem overly flamboyant: "Tasteful, you say?"
"The colors are harmonized, symmetry on both sides, evenly distributed."
The Iron Eagle King quite admired Bailuo: "Indeed, great minds think alike."
"......"
Bailuo knew what the Iron Eagle King was getting at but hadn't expected such an eccentric in the Master of Miracles.
"Your Excellency has quite a unique hobby."
"Just a little quirk of mine, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
The Iron Eagle King was a talkative person, as was the Yizai Marquis. After exchanging words with them, Bailuo found that both seemed like the type he could befriend.
