A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 70 - 50 Inya: Ula! (Please recommend)

Chapter 70: Chapter 50 Inya: Ula! (Please recommend)

The Witch, this was the name given by Bailuo to the users of Fairy Magic for this entirely new profession.

However, Lilith told Bailuo that the Magic Power of the Child of Miracle was limited, and they could not cast spells limitlessly like her.

This also meant that many types of magic that defy common sense, which Lilith could perform effortlessly, were beyond the Witches’ capabilities.

But the advantage was that there was no limit to the number of Witches, and with the blessing of Fairy Power, their physical constitution and even lifespan would greatly improve.

So, as long as they continued to accumulate knowledge, one day, there would be thousands upon thousands of Witches from Yatun.

By that time, they could travel to every corner and guard every part of Yatun, and even fight on multiple fronts simultaneously.

In terms of strategic value, this far exceeded what Lilith could do alone.

No matter how powerful Lilith was, she could only deal with the task at hand. But the Witches, like her avatars, could shine and provide warmth in every corner.

Concerning the Witches, Bailuo had given an order, which was for Lilith to only bestow this Miracle Power on the Yatun Clan and the Tree Elves’ Descendants.

Outsiders, without Bailuo’s permission, were not allowed.

This point didn’t need to be emphasized by Bailuo; Lilith was already doing just that.

Outsiders?

What right did outsiders have to earn Lilith’s favor?

Do they deserve it?

In this world, the Miracle Power was like a law, yet this law was held in the hands of one person, who acted upon their will and preference.

No wonder Uncle Andrew had said that the Master of Miracles who possesses the miracle considers themselves a god.

In some ways, the Master of Miracles did indeed resemble a deity.

“Elsa is so amazing!”

“Sister Elsa, Sister Elsa, how did you do it?”

“Teach us, please.”

Most girls from the Yatun Clan were as close to Elsa as sisters.

” I, we want to know too, can you tell us as well?”

While the Tree Elf little girls were newcomers, they were adorable, kind- hearted, and pure of heart, so Elsa also got along with them very well.

“Don’t worry, everyone, I will tell you all.”

And so, Elsa shared her experiences and feelings with her sisters.

Lilith didn’t object to this, on the contrary, she was happy to see it.

Although she was a teacher, this was her first time teaching.

Moreover, the Fairy Princess and the Little Witches were different; her first teaching experience inevitably involved some experimentation.

Truth be told, Lilith was somewhat uncertain whether the children could even perform magic or not.

Fortunately, Elsa’s success brought a sigh of relief to Lilith.

“Letting them discover for themselves is the best way,” declared Bailuo, and

Lilith agreed, “Yes, like now, since Elsa has learned, she can teach more children.”

Just like one Little Witch can instruct another, when Elsa was fully trained, it was most reasonable for her to become a teacher in the magic classroom.

But that would require a lengthy period, so discussing this now seemed somewhat premature.

“Ah! I’ve done it, I’ve succeeded too!”

The second to succeed was Fiona, a 13-year-old girl; she also made feathers float.

Although she still couldn’t move them at will, the joy of casting magic successfully still made the girl’s face blush with excitement, as she hopped and skipped around.

Then came a little girl among the Tree Elves’ Descendants, her name was Fulara.

Additionally, there was Miya, who had also succeeded.

“Brother Bai Luo, look, look, I’ve done it!”

Miya was very happy, so Bailuo naturally praised her well and encouraged the other children not to be discouraged, as they would all succeed sooner or later. To this end, Bailuo gave the children candy.

The children from both the Yatun Clan and the Tree Elves’ Descendants ate very happily, which made the boys who were still training enviously salivate.

“Alright, there’s enough for everyone,” said Bailuo.

Bailuo was doting towards the girls, but he treated the boys fairly too, being even-handed with everyone.

“Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you know. Keep what you have and continue training!” “If you don’t complete today’s task, don’t even think about having dinner!” Nors had no kind face for them, as his expectation for the men of Yatun was to be strong, hulking brutes.

Candy?

What candy!

“This, could it be…”

Bailuo said a few words, but Nors stood by his own method: “It’s for their own good.”

To each their own, let the professionals handle their expertise.

And besides, Uncle was the chief instructor, and if Nors was wrong, Uncle would punish him.

“Xiao Luo, take a close look at Nors’s training volume,” said Elder Mountain Grandpa.

That night, when Bailuo mentioned this to Uncle, Uncle told Bailuo to observe Nors the next day.

Consequently, Bai Luo realized that Nors’s demands on himself were in no way inferior to those on the children.

If Nors required the children to do double the training, he demanded twice that of himself, which, given his constitution, was almost like risking his life.

While the People of Yatun were certainly disciplined and driven, unafraid of hardship, Bailuo remained concerned about the children’s psychological state. However, Nors provided a strong example for them; he wasn’t the kind of self-serving boss who rests while making others work.

Living and eating together, sharing both glory and hardship.

Such an instructor made it clear that if one couldn’t keep up, then they simply weren’t suitable.

Yatun needed truly strong warriors.

If you couldn’t make it, there was no need to push yourself, because aside from warriors, Yatun needed a lot of talent and people could develop in other areas.

“Nors, this boy,” Uncle commented, “will be a good instructor in the future; you can confidently entrust the new recruits to him.”

Once Nors trained a few batches of new recruits and turned them into new instructors, he would be more relaxed.

And with the status of a new recruit instructor, Nors could then rightfully become one of Yatun’s high-ranking leaders.

“So, what happens to children who are not suited?”

“Look over there.”

Uncle directed Bai Luo’s attention to a large tree to the side, where a boy sat underneath, reading a book.

His name was Beya, 10 years old this year, the son of Yimoteer, and the grandson of Elder Mountain Grandpa.

“It’s Little Beya!”

Bai Luo thought it was someone else, but if it was Beya, that wasn’t surprising.

Beya was known as a prodigy among the Yatun Clan.

In Bai Luo’s words, he was highly intelligent, and his emotional intelligence was almost as high as his IQ, marking him as an all-around talent.

” He is only undergoing basic training, focusing on accumulating knowledge while maintaining physical health.”

Don’t underestimate Beya; he had a photographic memory, and by the age of three, using books left by Elder Mountain Grandpa, he learned dozens of languages.

He was eager to learn and often asked Bai Luo some rather unusual questions. With knowledge from his previous life, Bai Luo put forth some innovative theories that opened Little Beya’s eyes wide and made him obsessed with them. “Such a talent.”

Bai Luo said, “Yatun needs warriors, but it also needs someone like Little

Beya.”

“Yes.”

Uncle said, “What we lack now are warriors like Nors, but in the future, we will need more talents like Little Beya.”

In Yatun, there actually aren’t many who enjoy reading.

Gonnia, Fiona, Elsa, Beya—the rest are mostly of a barbarian mindset.

For instance, Inya…

Inya: Ula!!

“How is the night education going?”

What Bai Luo was referring to was adult education; they work during the day and still have to learn knowledge at night, according to Bai Luo’s strict rules.

Only with wisdom and manners can we shape the soul and spirit of Yatun.

For adults, there is no need to learn martial arts anymore, but cultural classes are still essential.

Especially now that there’s a new Yatun language to learn, everyone should be energetic and study hard.

“Brother Andrew has quite a reputation among the Tree Elves’ Descendants, and here in Yatun, well, I manage somehow,”

Uncle started showing off again: “But the teacher for the evening education is Feiya.”

The teacher for adult education was indeed the elder sister.

She was knowledgeable and proficient in everything.

And since everyone obeys the strong, with the elder sister’s full authority, those who dared to make excuses to skip class were definitely tough ones.

In fact, even Bai Luo attended classes personally and studied this new language diligently, once he learned that the teacher was his sister.

If Your Majesty behaves in such a way, what more is there to say for others?

Of course, they couldn’t escape the classes!

And so, another seven days passed.

The people had essentially mastered the essence of the language, some basic phonetics, which, although different from the current Yatun language, had similar grammar.

By comparison, the Tree Elves’ Descendants found it more difficult.

But the sister’s teaching ability was truly remarkable; she noticed this from the first class and provided them with special coaching.

The Tree Elves’ Descendants progressed at Divine Speed; in just seven days, they caught up with about half of the pace of the Yatun Clan.

Uncle said that must be the innate talent of the Tree Elves’ Descendants; their learning ability in terms of language was generally above that of the Yatun Clan.

“Did everyone finish the homework assigned last time?”

Feiya’s flat statement sent shivers down the spines of the countless attendees.

Yatun had more academic failures than achievers—by far.

Bai Luo was fine; he was a ‘high achiever’ who had been to supplementary classes beforehand and felt no pressure with a foundation in place.

Uncle had been teaching Bai Luo various cultural classes since he was young, and Bai Luo had also put in hard work.

Although he was no match for a genius girl like Golia, he could easily crush the likes of Nors.

“Inya?”

“Sweet potatoes! Are the sweet potatoes roasted yet?”

At that moment, the whole room fell silent, with everyone staring in shock at Inya, while also admiring her courage for managing to fall asleep during the sister’s class.

And she even dared to drool!!!

Thus, even a younger sister had to be punished with a slapped palm.

But Inya didn’t fear pain at all; she would rather stand outside as punishment than stop for a second in the evening classes.

It was only when the sister issued a harsh threat to make her copy the syllable table too times that she returned in terror, attended class obediently, and dared not fall asleep again.

“Our Yatun’s number one academic failure.”

“Inya is amazing, not even afraid of the elder sister.”

“Yeah, to be able to sleep under the elder sister’s menacing aura, my goodness, that’s terrifying.”

I, Inya, am just awesome!

None can stop me, not even the classes of my elder sister or Uncle.

When I want to sleep, I sleep!

And then Inya experienced the pain of copying as punishment, but this time, even if she clung to Bai Luo’s legs and pleaded sorrowfully, Bai Luo didn’t dare to pardon her.

After all, the sister was watching him…

“Bro, I don’t need you to speak up for me anymore.”

On that day, Bai Luo heard Inya say this and felt the child had grown up.

Deeply moved, Bai Luo was about to approach the sister to plead for her, when…

“You can help me copy it,” Inya said, “It’ll be faster with two people!”

Bai Luo: ”???? ”

“Pfft!”

I, Bai Luo, swallowed a mouthful of blood in resentment and breathed my last!