A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 44: Chapter 32 Hiruen (Seeking Recommendation Votes )_2

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This was what truly constituted a realm of miracles.

“Forget it, no more thinking about it, I’ll figure it all out eventually,”

Bailuo, not being a scientific researcher, clapped his hands and proceeded to the next phase—testing Lilith’s combat ability.

The challenges would definitely still involve Nors and the others.

However…

“It’s over so soon?”

Bailuo looked on at the field ahead with confusion, as all the People of Yatun displayed expressions of astonishment and disbelief.

How to put it?

Nors, Jiera, and Inya had all been thoroughly trounced by Lilith.

No, not just trounced—obliterated!

Throughout the process, Lilith had only snapped her fingers and then the surrounding trees came to life, as countless vines swiftly ensnared the three of them and hoisted them into the air.

“How does it feel?”

Uncle asked Bailuo; he replied, “I’ve realized once more just how powerful miracles can be.”

Although Nors and Jiera were powerful in their own right, they were like ants before Lilith, who had not even utilized much Miracle Power to subdue them.

“How could she reign over a nation if she weren’t formidable?”

Miracles were forces that could govern a nation and millions of its citizens.

If a miracle could be vanquished by sheer numbers, it wouldn’t be a miracle at all.

“That’s true,”

“Speaking of which, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination,” Bailuo prompted Uncle to observe the little girls, “but I’ve noticed something of Lilith’s Miracle Power about them.”

“Hmm?”

Uncle sharpened his gaze and hastily inquired, “Really?”

“This is fantastic, absolutely fantastic!”

“Wonderful!”

Uncle told Bailuo, “I’ve told you before that miracles can bestow their power as grace upon all living beings, and those granted with Miracle Power become the Children of Miracle, whether boys or girls.”

Here referred to as the Child of Miracle, this was essentially the final state of the derivatives of Miracle Power.

They were one level below the miracles themselves but were to be the most important force for the Yatun Clan in the future,

be it in warfare, development, or research.

“However, this process isn’t absolute,”

“It requires two conditions; first, the miracle itself must be willing to grant it.”

“If the miracle doesn’t wish to bestow it, then no matter how talented the individual is, they would never receive the favor of this Miracle Power and even if they did, the Master of Miracles can reclaim it at any time.”

“The second condition is that the individual must be able to adapt to this Miracle Power,”

“There are all sorts of talents in this world, much like Lilith’s abilities,” Uncle said, “Some children show adaptability, while others do not.”

“But this does not mean that the adaptable children are more excellent than those who aren’t.”

Uncle could only say that the former was more suitable for this kind of miracle than the latter.

Those gifted in mathematics are talented, but so are those gifted in literature.

They all have their moments to shine; it was just a matter of waiting for Bailuo to uncover them.

What Uncle said was also an indirect hint to Bailuo, telling him not to underestimate any child.

Who knows, some miracles might need them in the future.

“I understand, and I won’t give up on any of my people,”

Bailuo smiled and acknowledged Uncle’s insinuation; however, neither of them delved deeper but rather left it at that subtle allusion.

“I’ll go and check on those children,”

Bailuo approached the children clustering around Lilith and observed carefully, noting that all those who bore Lilith’s Miracle Power were girls:

Elsa, Little Helen, Fiona, Sheila, Tina, and Alice.

The Miracle Light shining from them could only be seen by those with miracles, and judging from the radiance emanating towards Bailuo, Elsa’s Miracle Power was the strongest.

“So, how is this Miracle Power defined? And what use does it have?”

While Bailuo had not yet witnessed any peculiar changes in the girls, he planned to observe further.

In the days that followed, the people continued their migration while experiencing the changes brought by Lilith. She captured many small animals from the forest and began to bestow her blessings upon them.

Though they had yet to show any special abilities, these animals clearly became much smarter after Lilith’s magical enhancement.

Bailuo even discovered that some animals seemed to understand what he was saying.

“Is there nobody there?”

Nors had recalled his White Eagle on time and inquired about its surroundings.

“Coo coo.”

The White Eagle’s gentle cooing, resembling that of a pigeon, came from its beak as it sat on Nors’s arm, nodding its head before eyeing the half-cooked rabbit meat in Nors’s hand.

“Here you go, here you go.”

Nors couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time; the White Eagles were becoming increasingly intelligent, and they had become the best scouts for the Yatun Clan.

Several times they had brought useful messages from dozens of kilometers away.

This had allowed Bailuo and the others to avoid contact with outsiders numerous times, and they hadn’t encountered any danger all the way to the valley near the Ancient City Xilu’en.

Of course, because they had grown smarter, their demands for food had also changed.

It was no longer enough to simply eat meat; now it had to be at least half­cooked, or they would be unhappy.

However, they only dared to push around Nors.

In the presence of Bailuo, these little creatures mysteriously showed great reverence and would behave cautiously, deeply afraid of offending Bailuo.

They probably knew that this was the boss of their boss.

“We’ve arrived!”

Finally, after a long and arduous journey, they arrived at their waystation— Ancient City Xilu’ en!

“The Ancient City lies ahead.”

Bailuo, carrying Sherri, reminded everyone, especially magical creatures like Lilith and Sherri.

There was no Miracle Power inside the Ancient City Xilu’en, as Uncle was sure of it.

This also meant that to the residents over there, miracles were unheard of.

To the Ancient City People, they were far too peculiar, and an exposure would definitely lead to a huge commotion.

“Lilith, keep the little ones in check.”

“Understood, Master.”

Lilith used her magic to confine the magical creatures within the carriage, preventing them from moving about freely.

“Before we enter the city, I need to check everyone’s disguises.”

Bailuo dismounted Sherri and, with hands clasped behind his back, walked past the people before stopping in front of Uncle: “The elegance of a butler, Uncle you’re practically typecast.”

“It’s not bad.”

Uncle, dressed in a black butler’s uniform, smiled and said, “I did work as a butler before.”

This time, Bailuo was disguised as a businessman from out of town.

Having faced a business failure, he was preparing to travel overseas to seek support from relatives and friends in other countries.

Turning to his senior sister, her originally bright silver hair was now dull and lackluster, and although her clothes were nice, they looked travel-stained.

“Hmm, not bad, a bankrupt businesswoman, excellent.”

The senior sister’s identity was that of Bailuo’s wife, while Inya was supposed to be Bailuo’s sister.

Nors was an extraordinarily capable bodyguard, and Jiera was a personal handmaiden.

The adults were mostly fine.

The women had hidden their looks, and the men were all well disguised; most of them would stay inside covered wagons and would not show their faces.

Therefore, even without acting skills, simply hiding and not coming out would be enough to pass through unnoticed.

“Lilith, change everyone’s clothes.”

Bailuo changed everyone’s clothes, choosing outfits that were neither high- end nor refugee-like.

“Will this do?”

Looking at the clothes Lilith had prepared for everyone, Bailuo nodded and said, “That’s good.”

“Xilu’en…”

Bailuo gazed toward the distant city, needing everyone to hide their abilities well and absolutely not to reveal their powers at random.

Even Sherri had dulled the brightness of her coat many times over, becoming like an ordinary horse.

As for the other warhorses, Bailuo left them as they were.

Sometimes, invisible wealth was also a form of demonstration; pretending to be refugees could result in them being outed before they even entered the city.

“We’re about to enter the city, from now on, everyone, if you can avoid speaking, do so.”

“Wait until we board the ship, and set sail.”

Bailuo’s lips curved slightly upwards, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes: “Then we can laugh out loud!”