A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 62: Chapter 46 Uncle: I’m actually freaking out_2

“Thankyou for your attentiveness. We, we don’t knowhow to repay you.”

Seeing how meticulously Bailuo had planned everything, attentive to the utmost extreme, the Tree Elves’ Descendants once again felt fortunate to have encountered such a benevolent Lord.

Lu Anya, as the clan leader, really wanted to do something for Bailuo.

“If we were to encounter a King, he must be like this, right?”

The Tree Elves’ Descendants did not indulge in divination, but they truly believed in a “Mandated Monarch.”

A King who would one day arrive, bathed in Holy light, leading them toward hope.

And now…

Many Tree Elves’ Descendants were charmed by Bailuo, stealing glances at him.

Caught in the act, they quickly lowered their heads, resembling students being called out for daydreaming in class, which made Bailuo unable to suppress his laughter.

So, he smiled, occasionally greeting them, and capturing a bunch of favorable impressions once again.

[Miracle Power: 5%]

“Indeed so!”

As long as he continued to do good by the Tree Elves’ Descendants and truly acted in their interest, Miracle Power would rise.

‘It has already increased to 5%, it seems you don’t need a whole year to awaken them.’

The fourth page of Miracle was Bailuo’s first encounter with a time-consuming Miracle: ‘Push a little harder, try to get it done within a few months.’ “Furthermore, I’ve been meaning to ask.”

Lu Anya picked up a cat from beside her feet, touched it, and said, “This is a cat, right? How strange; I feel it’s more like a human than an animal.”

“Meow—”

The kitten was none other than Cat Lingling, who was waving its adorable paws and patting the Great Misfortune Land with its paw pads.

“So cute!”

Lu Anya couldn’t resist such a endearing creature, “May I ask what this is all about?”

“This is Lilith, which is my ability of Miracle,” said Bailuo.

Bailuo: “Not only Cat Lingling, but also the White Eagles flying above us and the mice in the village.”

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Lilith had bestowed animal intelligence, but unlike the Treefolk and Mushroom People, these were true living beings.

In the long run, they could even break free from Lilith’s bind to become a whole new Miracle Race.

Yes, the origin of the Miracle Race was the creation of Miracle Power.

However, this took a long time, and without several years, even decades, it was hard to achieve much.

This was still the case for beings that already possessed souls; even for Lilith, turning trees, mushrooms, rocks, and such into Children of Miracle was not yet possible.

“We, we are actually very good at raising animals, may we take on this task?”

“Uh…”

Bailuo hesitated, saying, “If we grant intelligence to domesticated livestock, the People of Yatun wouldn’t be able to slaughter them anymore.”

The People of Yatun didn’t eat beings that had human characteristics, actions similar to humans.

If the Tree Elves’ Descendants raised pigs and all those pigs stood upright, showing happiness, anger, sadness, and joy, the People of Yatun would probably all be spitting blood.

So Bailuo made it a point to instruct Lilith not to bestow Miracle Power onto farm chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep.

“I see…”

Lu Anya realized that the Tree Elves’ Descendants might not be able to raise livestock, since seeing the animals they had raised being eaten by others might be too hard for them to accept.

“What can we do, then?”

This was the most awkward part, as the People of Yatun currently lacked was combat power, that is, soldiers.

Because Lilith could solve all matters of labor.

The remaining people had roles that were creative, and involved doing things that Lilith couldn’t.

Fortunately, humans themselves were vessels for Miracle Power; getting them to train and exercise more was exactly what the Yatun Clan and Tree Elves’ Descendants needed to do.

However, Bailuo had previously stated that he would not force the Tree Elves’ Descendants to enlist in the military.

“I understand.”

Lu Anya thought for a moment and said, “Please let us join Yatun’s military forces.”

“This, is that okay?”

Although Grandfather Andrew had said before that Tree Elves’ Descendants would stand with the Yatun Clan against their enemies.

But to actually bring it to the table for discussion was indeed a first.

“Of course!”

Lu Anya said, “You provide us with food and are going to build homes for us. Such kindness will not go unrecognized by us Tree Elves; we must repay the favor in proportion to the kindness we’ve received.”

“Moreover, we truly like this place.”

“I believe we can live together, just as you said, in harmonious coexistence.”

The descendants of the Tree Elves already felt a sense of belonging, which was a good thing. Bailuo also promised, “I will arrange for you to receive military training with the Yatun Clan, as well as other education.”

“Please rest assured, the Treant Race loves to learn and will not shy away from battle!”

“Good.”

The next two plans Bailuo had in mind were mainly focused on two areas: civil affairs and the military.

Civil affairs were divided into two parts: the first was building houses; the second was to cultivate farmland and then sow the first batch of seeds.

For the former, with Lilith’s Fairy Magic, wielding dozens, even hundreds of axes, felling trees, processing timber, and then constructing the houses was just a matter of time.

After resolving the housing issue for the descendants of the Tree Elves, the Yatun Clan’s adaptable nature meant that they would accept even a modest village as long as it was livable.

However, Lilith’s craftsmanship was still commendable; the houses Bailuo had her construct were each meticulously crafted.

Compared to building dwellings, cultivating fields in the second step was even more important.

It had been a month and a half since Bailuo acquired the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, and aside from what had been consumed, he still had about 5000 kilograms of grain reserves.

Bailuo planned to take 4500 kilograms of it as seeds.

After all, he could continue to use the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch as a daily supply, and the remaining 500 kilograms would be more than sufficient as an emergency reserve.

There was also the food seized from the pirates, including livestock, salted fish, and creatures like chickens and sheep.

The grains left by the pirates were not tasty but Bailuo wouldn’t waste food and instead used it as fodder for the animals.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh.”

“This! This is!!”

“Food poured out of the pouch!”

“Howdid he do that? It’s so magical!”

A group of descendants of the Tree Elves, unaware of Bailuo’s second miracle, watched in astonishment and exclaimed incessantly.

“Could this be, could this also be a Miracle Object?!”

Grandfather Andrew, a man of extensive knowledge, excitedly asked Bailuo, “You, you possess two miracles?”

The existence of the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch was essentially impossible to conceal; with Grandfather Andrew’s knowledge, he couldn’t help but guess its nature given the abundance of unseen crops, so Bailuo didn’t intend to hide it. “Yes.”

Bailuo nodded, but this caused Grandfather Andrew to be overwhelmed with trepidation.

“Everyone! Come here, quickly!”

Grandfather Andrew made a decision, beckoning the descendants of the Tree Elves urgently, and then said shakily, “We haven’t yet sworn an oath to the great King.”

Bailuo, considering that the descendants of the Tree Elves had just pledged their allegiance, had not put forward such a condition.

After all, in this world, swearing fealty was an extremely holy act, and the older the race, the more seriously they took it.

“I wonder, do you know of the Miracle Ceremony?”

Grandfather Andrew wanted the Tree Elves’ Descendants to formally swear an oath to Bailuo, but he was not sure about the nature of the Miracle Ceremony.

So, Grandfather Andrew turned to the old uncle.

Through their time together, Grandfather Andrew had come to be completely convinced by the old uncle’s wisdom.

It surpassed the wisdom of six-hundred-year-old descendants of the Tree Elves, evoking a sense of admiration and willing submission.

Grandfather Andrew thus described the old uncle—as if he were gazing into the abyss.

“Don’t worry, brother, I know the Miracle Ceremony,” said the old uncle, patting Grandfather Andrew’s shoulder, once again displaying his unnervingly calm and confident demeanor, “Just follow my lead!”

Bailuo: Uncle, didn’t you invent this yourself?

Uncle: Actually, I’m really panicking inside.

But Saros was a mature individual, and how could a mature person panic?

He had to appear utterly composed!

Grandfather Andrew gave the old uncle a look: ‘Truly, the man I recognize, even knowing this.’

The old uncle returned the look: ‘It’s all basic skills, basics.’

So, under the old uncle’s direction, 81 descendants of the Tree Elves knelt neatly before Bailuo, beginning a prayer that lasted for 3 minutes.

Bailuo stood somewhat speechlessly, thinking to himself whether it was possible to alter this strange ceremony.

If every new person had to do this upon joining, wouldn’t it be too troublesome?

Yet, seeing the utter devotion in everyone’s expressions, as if it were the most important moment of their lives, Bailuo thought it best to hold his tongue.

[Miracle Power: 25%]

‘It increased by 20%!!!’

At that moment, Bailuo decided, ‘Such a fine tradition must be preserved for generations to come!’

The old family secret: the 3-minute Miracle Ceremony of Yatun.