A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 104: Chapter 77 Shall we draw lots? (Seeking

recommended tickets)

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

The little Tree Sprites, all clad in uniform white clothes, surrounded Bailuo, a group not even reaching Bailuo’s waist, bringing with them an unprecedented breath of life.

“All right, all right, hello everyone, hello. I am your Sovereign, my name is

Bailuo.”

“The Sovereign is speaking!!”

“It’s really the Sovereign-—”

“Your Majesty, hug.”

“Ah!”

Hearing a Tree Elf make an unreasonable request, Lu Anya hurriedly spoke up,

“You must not be disrespectful to His Majesty, Your Majesty, you need not take their words to heart.”

“Is it you who wants a hug?”

Bailuo was particularly affectionate when it came to children.

He didn’t like spoiled brats, but for sensible children, he couldn’t resist their

cutesy requests.

And so, Bailuo picked up a little elf.

Being too small, Bailuo couldn’t differentiate between boys and girls, but he felt that this must be a girl.

“Wait a second.”

Bailuo suddenly remembered something, and he looked at Lu Anya: “How can

they speak?”

Weren’t they just born?

Tree Elves could speak the moment they were born?

“Grandfather said that it’s the inheritance unique to the Miracle Race.”

It turns out that Tree Elves, as the Miracle Race, are a bit like the True Dragons from DnD Bailuo had seen in his previous life, born with various inheritances from their ancestral bloodlines.

This inheritance does not come from their parents but from the whole race.

In other words, as the Treant Race grows stronger, this power will serve as a reservoir of knowledge, sheltering future generations.

“That’s quite amazing indeed.”

Tree Elves were overly capable, but they were Bailuo’s Miracle Race after all. He was delighted that they had such an ’unfair advantage’!

“We want hugs too.”

Bailuo couldn’t play favorites, but when he glanced at the endless sight of two hundred and sixty little elves, he suggested, “Well, how about we draw lots?” Of course, that was possible, as it was just a matter of Bailuo’s saying so. But looking at so many adorable little fellows, their watery eyes, and their awfully expectant gazes, how could Bailuo bear to say such a thing.

“If you keep on causing trouble, I will…”

Lu Anya seemed a bit angry.

Seeing that the little ones were somewhat in awe of Lu Anya, Bailuo hurried to

stop them.

“They’re just children; don’t scare them.”

Bailuo made a decision, “Line up, today everyone will get a turn, we won’t go home until everyone’s had a hug!”

“Long live the Sovereign!!!”

Bailuo could feel the little elves’ love and adoration for him, a love that penetrated deep into their blood and marrow, surpassing even their lives, unto their souls.

“Everyone line up, no pushing, and learn to be courteous.

Following this train of thought, Bailuo took the opportunity to teach these little ones the virtues and traditions of the people of Yatun.

“Those who haven’t had a turn yet can have something to eat.”

Bailuo took out the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch and found it was too small, so he turned it into the Seed-covering Cloth state.

The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch did not actually turn into the Seed-covering

Cloth, rather they are more like two different states of the same thing referred

to by different names.

The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch was quite small, usually hung by Bailuo at his waist, while the Seed-covering Cloth was about the size of a large supermarket plastic bag, used for pouring out larger volumes of fruit or to speed up the pouring process.

(In the future, when referring to the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, it means the size of a sachet; if it’s the Seed-covering Cloth, it’s the size of a large cloth bag.) Lu Anya, standing by, hastily employed Life Magic, blooming many Fresh Flower Fruit Baskets before Bailuo, for him to pour the fruits from the Seed- covering Cloth into them.

“Whirl.”

Bailuo dropped a bounty of cherries and cherry fruits from the pouch, filling each of the Fresh Flower Fruit Baskets.

“Wow–”

For the little ones, this was the first time they’d seen the Miracle Pocket, and they were quite amazed.

“Here, go ahead and try, help yourselves.”

The children, having been given Bailuo’s permission, hurried forward.

However, they were orderly and did not shove. They took the fruits, neatly placed in little baskets by Lu Anya, with good manners.

“Next…”

Bailuo looked at the little Tree Elf in front of him, then bent down to pick her

up: “Whee—”

“Hehehehe.”

The little Tree Elf seemed extremely happy, her bell-like laughter echoing in Bailuo’s ears, incredibly adorable.

In this manner, Bailuo picked up the children one after another, each getting exactly one minute of hugging time.

The service even included the ‘lift high and twirl around’ experience.

Although the little Elves were not heavy, just this big, having to do this two hundred and sixty times was definitely not easy.

Fortunately, Bailuo had the experience of shouldering Sherri across hills and valleys.

Compared to that, this little difficulty is hardly worth mentioning.

“Your Majesty.”

After calming the little sprites, twenty young men and women came before Bailuo; they were Tree Elves too. However, Bailuo found it odd.

“You all look very familiar.”

But none of the original 81 Tree Elves included them, and considering the number, Bailuo immediately thought of their identities, “Have you grown up?!”

Yes, they were indeed the Tree Elf children who were only eleven or twelve years old.

Because of the Miracle Power of the Mysterious Dragon, they not only awakened the power of the Tree Elves but also gained the power of inheritance.

Then, as if they had grown up, they turned into this appearance in just one night.

“Fulara?”

“Are you the Forest Fairy, Billy?”

“Um…”

Billy touched his head awkwardly: “I am Billy, but what is a Forest Fairy?”

“Don’t mind it, just consider it a term of endearment from me.

“Ah!!!”

The surrounding Tree Elf young men and women heard this and immediately expressed that they also very much wanted one.

Looking at Lu Anya, the Tree Elf Patriarch, this knowledgeable big sister also looked at Bailuo with shining eyes.

“Ahem, alright then, one by one.”

Bailuo had no choice but to give them nicknames, and this wave proved to be more difficult to deal with than the little Tree Sprites. Goodness, he almost ran out of ink in his stomach.

“We wait!”

Having received their exclusive titles, and since Bailuo was naming them one after the other, the Tree Elves felt greatly honored and were beyond excited.

All twenty-plus Tree Elves knelt on one knee before Bailuo and said in unison, “We greet Your Majesty!”

“Good, good, stand up quickly.”

Bailuo had them stand up, and at that time, Uncle came back with Grandfather Andrew.

“This humble servant greets Your Majesty.”

“Mm.”

Bailuo asked, “How do you feel, old man?”

“The Miracle Power is more vibrant than ever; I have never felt as powerful as I do today.”

Grandfather Andrew was now the most powerful being in the entire Treant

Race: “And all this is due to Your Grace.”

“These children, how does the old sir plan to arrange them?

“The old man has discussed with Brother Saros, but we still need Your consent,” said Grandfather Andrew: “We plan to let the children receive the cultural education of Yatun.”

“For military training and combat capability cultivation, on the one hand, we Tree Elves will teach them our racial powers, and on the other hand, boys will learn martial skills while the girls will begin to receive magical education from Miss Lilith.”

This way, everyone had something to do.

Of course, the children’s magic studies definitely won’t be so quick.

After all, they were too young, and their capacity to adapt to Miracle Power still needed to be improved.

But the good news was, Uncle and Grandfather Andrew found out that Tree Elves and Tree Elves’ Descendants were different; they were the true Miracle Race.

As the Miracle Race, they could quickly pass through their childhood.

As long as they were strong enough, the children could even grow in just a few years to the same stage as Billy and Fulara, becoming fourteen or fifteen-year- old teenagers.

“Tree Elves are divided into childhood, adolescence, youth, maturity, and old age.”

“In childhood, as long as Miracle Power is enhanced, they can pass through it quickly.”

However, stages after adolescence can’t be achieved merely through Miracle Power.

For example, the transformation into Treefolk; there is a strict age requirement, and no matter what, one cannot transform into Treefolk unless they are old enough.

Therefore, to date, in the entire Treant Race, there are fewer than ten older Tree Elves who have learned or are able to wield this power.

“Being Treefolk is not important.”

Grandfather Andrew said, “But this rapid growth can allow our Treant Race to become a stronger force for Your Majesty much faster.

“Is this okay?”

Bailuo looked at the children whom Lu Anya had brought back: “They are all kids…”

“Please rest assured, as their bodies grow, their mental capacities will increase accordingly.”

“Besides, our Treant Race naturally has an extremely long lifespan,” Grandfather Andrew said: “If you were to judge by the age of ordinary humans, what should be said about Tree Elves who are below 130 years old?” Theoretically, maturity begins at 130 years old; anyone younger than that is a child.

In that case, should Bailuo expect the Tree Elves to wait 130 years before becoming warriors?

“If it’s really so.”

Bailuo mused, “The Tree Elves will become an exceptionally excellent guardian force for our Yatun.”

“Thank Your Majesty for the praise.”

Grandfather Andrew felt extremely honored: “We, the Tree Elves, will surely not disappoint you.”