Chapter 1271

When Miguel saw the four, he rose to his feet and asked calmly, “Are you the ones my master sent to collect me?”

Seeing Miguel so docile, the four could barely hold back their laughter. The man who had once sought to enslave the world now waited for orders like a child. The contrast was almost absurd.

Clifton smirked and cleared his throat.

“That’s right. I’m Clifton. While your master isn’t here, my word is hers. You follow me now. Understand?”

Miguel simply stared at him, his expression unchanging, waiting for confirmation.

Elliana’s voice echoed in Miguel’s mind.

“Clifton speaks for me. In my absence, his authority is absolute.”

“Yes, Master,” Miguel said softly, and then turned to Clifton with a polite nod.

“Hello, Clifton.”

That did it. Heather, Kieran, and Damian burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

The monster the Four Guardians had once dreaded now stood before them, bowing with surprising humility. The sheer absurdity of it all made it even more hilarious. Heather, Kieran, and Damian couldn’t hold it in. They doubled over, clutching their stomachs as laughter spilled out uncontrollably.

Clifton, on the other hand, bit down on his urge to laugh out loud. Every muscle in his face fought to stay firm. Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face and scolded the three, “What’s so funny? Get yourselves together! Now, everyone—say hello to Miguel.”

The three tried to compose themselves, but their grins betrayed them. Mischief danced in their eyes.

Kieran stepped up first, giving Miguel a casual wave.

“Hey, Miguel. I’m Kieran. If anyone gives you trouble, just tell me—I’ll handle it.”

The other three of the Four Guardians rolled their eyes. Trouble? With Miguel’s power, no one in their right mind would dare cross him. If anything, they’d be lucky to survive his temper. Kieran was clearly talking nonsense.

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But Miguel didn’t see it that way. His eyes softened, and he bowed slightly.

“Thank you.”

“Damn,” Damian muttered, struggling not to laugh. Fearing another scolding from Clifton, he pushed Heather aside and stepped forward.

“Ahem, I’m Damian. Nice to meet you.” Damian paused, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Despite his teasing nature, he still showed due respect for Miguel. Miguel might have become a shadow of their former enemy, but the man still deserved some respect.

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