Chapter 8o: Chapter 56: Lost Realm (Triple-Length


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    It goes without saying that mortals can still manage a fight.


    But is that possible?


    Without decades of time, how could they gain the recognition of these outsiders, making them willing to risk their lives for the sake of their country and Bailuo?


    With no foundation of national identity and sense of honor, how much effort will it take to establish these?


    We need people, but we can’t just choose anyone, we have to cultivate them slowly.”


    The crops of Yatun offer a perfect breakthrough, finding those whock food and clothing, and making them appreciate the beauty of Yatun, creating a sense of belonging here.


    In doing so, the real People of Yatun will naturally be more and more numerous.


    And with a sense of belonging, it will then be quite convenient to cultivate loyalty to Bailuo and subsequently select from among them those suited to wield the Miracle Power, the Miracle Troop Type.


    “A battle with Sigurian is far better than shing with Morgan right now.” Long before the decision to go to Yatun Ind was made, the uncle had predicted the various scenarios Yatun might encounter on the high seas. There were over a hundred possibilities, both big and small, and at that time, Bailuo and his senior sister listened patiently to the uncle’s strategicyout. ’ “Pull one hair and move the whole body.”


    What Bailuo mentioned about the presence of pirates on Yatun Ind was also just one of the uncle’s predicted possibilities, and unexpectedly, it turned out to be true.


    “Are you worried?”


    What’s there to worry about? Aren’t we standing on invincible ground?” Bailuo stated tly, “All of Yatun,bined, is nothing more than 200 people, just a few ships’ worth.”


    If they really could not win, he would have everyone board the ships and then turn tail and flee.


    Bailuo was a very resolute person.


    If he could endure exploitation by crooked merchants for years, then this was naturally nothing too serious for him.


    Of course, this was only a mindset, as well as the People of Yatun’s worst-case n.


    Yes, the worst-case n.


    To abandon Yatun Ind, and then leave these waters with all their nspeople.


    They were few in number and could live anywhere, with the Holy Pouch at their disposal, starvation was absolutely out of the question.


    Elsa and the others have already begun to acquire the power of Lilith.” Yatun is growing stronger every second; the longer the dy, the greater Bailuo’s advantage will be.


    Moreover, some things can’t be avoided, and wille sooner orter. Since I’m determined to be the Master of Miracles and develop my own forces, I have to face these issues.”


    The People of Yatun could leave these waters, but if they went to the continent, they would have to confront other nations, and if they moved to other waters, ’ they would still have to face other Pirate Kings.


    Instead of that, it would be better to defend Yatun Ind and decide the supremacy with Morgan’s forces.


    From the moment Bailuo made his choice, he was engrossed in the feast of miracles and became part of the squabbles among Kings.


    “We have not yet stepped onto the stage, so this period is exactly the time we can develop freely.”


    The uncle said, “Half a year is too much to hope for, but four or five months, that we have.”


    “That’s enough!”


    In four or five months, the first batch of Yatun’s Miracle Troop Type should be more or less ready.


    Furthermore, Bailuo’s strength is not just what it seems.


    “Kill them.”


    Bailuo made up his mind and casually issued the order to execute Shate, not even ncing at the ferocious pirate captain, as he mounted Sherri and flew towards the cliff.


    No matter what follows, what Bailuo needs to do right now is to improve theprehensive strength of himself and Yatun to the fullest.


    Morgan, in in terms, is just another Master of Miracles after all.


    Poption, territory, all are illusions.


    Only the number of miracles is the ultimate benchmark for measuring the depth and strength of a force.


    And now, Bailuo has encountered the fifth miracle!


    ‘What is a true King.’


    ‘Be merciful when you should be merciful, be ruthless when you need to be ruthless. Do not underestimate the opponent with great strength, nor give up nning due to a favorable situation.’


    The uncle’s words echoed in Bailuo’s ears as he once again came to the edge of the cliff: “Do you think I have the makings of a King?”


    “Whirr.”


    At that moment, the ck Leather Book was opened by Bailuo, and he looked towards the location of the fifth page, where the text had changed a lot.


    […)


    Level: Unknown


    Type: Unknown


    Faction: Lost Realm


    The attribute of the fifth miracle initially blurred at the edge of the faction, then the words ‘Lost Realm’ appeared.


    “Lost Realm?”


    The five miracles that Bailuo now possessed belonged to various factions: the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch to Divine Twilight, Pegasus Sherri to Northbound Land, and Fairy Princess Lilith to Ideal Coast.


    Then there were the Tree Elves’ Descendants, who also belonged to the ‘Northbound Land’.


    Regarding the factions of the miracles, Bailuo had asked his uncle about their information, as he had three miracles in his hand at that time.


    The uncle said that there were many factions of miracles, and ording to the scriptures and ancient books left by the ancestors of the Yatun n, there had been a total of 28 factions of miracles since ancient times.


    But most of them were not recorded in the ancient books and, over time, arge part had been lost.


    Even the uncle only knew some of their names and did not understand what these factions of miracles meant or their purpose.


    “You don’t know either?”


    That s what Bailuo had asked his uncle, whose answer was, “If I were to guess,


    I think that the factions are likely rted to an ancient period of history.”


    “Just, just history?”


    “That’s what I believe.”


    When the uncle was younger, he had investigated miracles, but he had never discovered any use for the miracle factions, and even most Masters of Miracles did not know to which faction their miracle belonged.


    It was Bailuo, with the ck Leather Book, who could disy the attributes of the miracles directly.


    Other Masters of Miracles didn’t care about this; after all, there were no attribute conflicts or factional restrictions.


    Uncle once said that even among the many miracles, the Lost Realm is a very rarefaction.”


    The uncle told Bailuo that the information about the ‘Lost Realm’ was recorded in the ‘Ancient Book of Yatun’, but because of the wars, parts of the ‘Ancient Book of Yatun’ had been lost.


    The Lost Realm was precisely that lost part, so all the uncle knew about this faction was its name.


    “So what exactly are you?”


    Bailuo focused his attention back on the ck Leather Book.


    [It has acknowledged you, decided to recognize you as its king, and if you are willing, calling yourself its master would not be amiss. ]


    What an arbitrary miracle.


    Bailuo always felt that the other party was somewhat prestigious, “Feels like, not just capricious!”


    [Please perform a shamanistic ritual here, offering a gift that will please it.]


    “Huh?”


    Seeing this sentence, Bailuo was a bit puzzled, “Shamanistic ritual? Offer a gift? And one it likes?”


    “Is this a god? A new miracle, is it actually a god?”


    The world of miracles did not have the concept of gods, even if a being was as powerful as a deity, once obtained by a Master of Miracles, it had to obey the Master of Miracles.


    Bailuo was not concerned about this.


    But the problem was, he didn’t know what it liked!


    “Wait, is that it? Just this?”


    Bailuo felt that the miracle on the fifth page of the ck Leather Book was truly unconventional, and he didn’t even know where the ‘it’ referenced by the book was or what it looked like.


    “Nearby?”


    Bailuo looked around but found nothing.


    Therefore, he stuck his head out over the cliff, but besides the azure, almost clear enough to see the sea bed, shining water, he saw no sign of any creature.


    “So, the miracle on the fifth page is air?”


    Invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent.


    “However, this ritual doesn’t seem too difficult.”


    The key difficulty was the gift; Bailuo did not know what the other party liked,


    Forget it, there’s no time limit. Take your time to think about it.”


    “As for now…”


    Bailuo looked at the People of Yatun, their faces beaming with the joy of defeating their enemies. He did not disappoint them, and upon riding Sherri back to his n’s territory, he immediately announced, “Let’s have a banquet!!!”