A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 157: 30 Years of Piling, Never Tasted Defeat (Vote for Monthly Pass)_4

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Bai Luo looked at Gonnia, “How many are there?”

“2,500 people.”

“That many?”

Bai Luo hadn’t expected the number of detained slaves to be so immense.

“Originally it was 1,800, but then another 700 were added.”

“Added seven hundred?”

“They were sent by the Immortal Hawk,” Gonnia said, “I can’t say they’re all from the Immortal Hawk, but some are.”

“However, most of them don’t have the concept of a nation, like some fishermen from the seas around us, who have become homeless due to pirate attacks.”

“So they were given to us as slaves?”

Bai Luo: “Voluntarily?”

The sources of slaves in this world are broad; refugees who have nothing to eat are actually no different from slaves.

Being slaves at least allows them to stay alive; refugees die of hunger without anyone caring.

“Basically, it should be voluntary.”

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Gonnia had the witches cast memory-related spells.

On one hand, it was to identify spies and undercover agents, on the other hand, it was to understand the specific circumstances of the others.

“Then there’s no problem.”

Having no means to survive and voluntarily becoming slaves implies they won’t have a rebellious mentality, but are prepared for a bitter future.

Bai Luo felt that such people could be tried for assimilation.

The Yatun Duchy is in great need of people, so Bai Luo is willing to accept any well-intentioned commoner.

“Leon.”

Leon, standing outside the door, heard Bai Luo calling him and immediately entered, bowing respectfully: “Your Majesty, please give your orders.”

“Go in my stead.”

Bai Luo said, “I’m not sending you to get involved, but to maintain order.”

Among Bai Luo’s ranks, the Miracle Entity, Lilith, had many tasks, Sherri was not humanoid, and as the Queen’s older sister, she had recently followed the Saint of Dawnlight to Shockwave City.

Leon was a formidable force.

With him present, even if something were to happen, he would have the ability to suppress it instantly.

“Understood.”

Leon respectfully excused himself.

The next moment, black flames surged from beneath his feet, enveloping him, and in an instant swallowed him whole.

As the flames dissipated, Leon was nowhere to be seen.

“This child is becoming more and more respectful,” Bai Luo mused.

“Is it necessary to be like this?”

Bai Luo felt helpless: “He’s my brother, after all; I still hope he could be a bit more affectionate.”

“They also grow up; you have to start treating them as adults.”

“Ah, I suddenly feel like the children have grown up,” Bai Luo said reflectively, “Is this what getting old feels like?”

Next to him, Miya piped up: “I’m still here, Brother Bai Luo, I’m still here, Little Miya has grown up well too.”

In the cathedral of Harbor City, Leon emerged from the shadow of Bai Luo’s statue.

Clad in an elegant gentleman’s suit and holding a cane, Leon adjusted the pitch-black top hat on his head and quickly stepped out, only to find Alaya sitting in a prayer bench, meditating in silence.

“Sister Alaya.”

“Little Leon.”

Alaya spent her days in the cathedral, as she liked the place and it inexplicably made her feel peaceful.

Leon also liked it, but he was more impressed by Bai Luo’s gallantry.

“This statue captures His Majesty’s essence quite well.”

Leon praised, “Every time I see it, it’s as if His Majesty is truly here, making one’s heart involuntarily become enraptured.”

“After all, it was carved by my great father,” Alaya said with a smile, “I like it very much too.”

Uncle’s products are quality guaranteed; there’s no denying it.

“Sorry, I have to go,” Lyon said, “The new arrivals at the port are there. Although Big Brother Nors and the over one hundred civilians from before are there, His Majesty wants me to show up and maintain order.”

Despite his gentle and scholarly speech, if he ever needed to take action, he would be a brutal thug in a suit, quite fierce.

“Be gentle with them; they can’t withstand being scared by you.”

Alaya holds a saint-like special status among the Yatun Clan.

If Bai Luo is everyone’s big brother, then Alaya is everyone’s big sister.

For some children without parents, Alaya is even seen as their mother, so every new generation of the People of Yatun holds her in high esteem and they cherish her.

Why not Isefia?

With Sister’s cold demeanor, she would make a strict father at best, certainly not a nurturing mother.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry.”

Lyon’s demeanor made it hard to associate him with the terrifying Greedy World Wolf King.

However, this was only in front of the People of Yatun.

Alaya guessed some aspects of Lyon’s situation; he was, in fact, always suppressing the Greed of World’s Blood within him.

“Sniff sniff.”

As Lyon approached Harbor City, the blood in his body began to stir subtly.

Although he forcibly suppressed it, Lyon’s eyes still betrayed his craving: “Delicious flesh and blood…”

The subconsciousness given to him by Bai Luo was to not eat people.

But what the Greedy World Wolf wanted was not to eat people, but to devour the other party—to kill, destroy, obliterate everything.

His Majesty ordered him to protect Yatun, including this land, its citizens, and even every blade of grass.

Then, Lyon’s power would be controlled; he would instinctively restrain himself from harming anything here.

But these new slaves, they should be outsiders, right?

“Tsk.”

Lyon shook his head; his eyes, which had started to turn blackish-red, reverted back to their original red: “This power is really hard to control.”

Bai Luo’s assigning Lyon to this task was probably intended to train his willpower.

If Lyon really lashed out at a slave, Bai Luo might not mind too much, but Lyon himself would feel extremely humiliated.

Because he would have been defeated by the Greed of World’s Blood, succumbed to the madness of an indulgent and foolish feast.

“Lyon.”

“Big Brother Nors.”

It didn’t take long for Lyon to find Nors.

“You’ve got them all trained up.”

Lyon scanned the surroundings and saw over fifty teenagers, dressed in Low-Level Fairy Arms provided by Lilith, standing like elite warriors around the plaza.

“Ah.”

Nors, watching them maintain order, said, “Some of them are here keeping peace, and I have another fifty people at the port bringing the slaves over.”

“So, as of today, they’re members of the port city’s guard?”

“No other choice, we need to strive hard in Avalon,” Nors said, “These chores can be left to the newcomers.”

“Just leave a few people to manage the guard normally.”

The real world of Yatun is Avalon; the Yatun Island outside can be considered the mundane realm of Yatun Duchy.”

“The people will be arriving shortly.”

Nors shouted loudly, “All hands on deck!”

“Whoosh!”

The teenagers almost reflexively took their military stance.

Clad in their impressive Fairy Armor, they really did resemble the Treant Warriors they had envied so much just over two months ago.

Perhaps due to the increasingly rich life over the past two months, with fish, meat, vegetables, you name it,

many of the kids, especially the boys, suddenly hit a growth spurt and grew quite a bit taller.

Although most still looked slightly childish, the power provided by the Low-Level Fairy Arms indeed gave them significant confidence.

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