A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Chapter 93 Ina (Seeking Recommendation

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“Ms. Gonnia, and Miss Fiona.”

The man with the handlebar mustache naturally did not dare to neglect the person in charge beside the big boss.

As for Fiona…

Having seen all sorts of people, he could sense Fiona’s extraordinariness.

This young girl didn’t seem very old, but her strength…

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Thinking of John, he could guess how fearsome she was.

“Hmm?”

The man with the handlebar mustache noticed Elsa standing on Gonnia’s other side. He was amazed by the girl’s appearance, but those ice-blue eyes filled him with awe, and he dared not gaze any longer.

‘What’s the deal with this girl?’

He had never heard of Miracle Power, but Elsa’s presence once again made him realize the unfathomable depth of Bailuo.

“How many people did you bring?”

“Ah?”

“Oh, oh, 119, a total of 119 people.”

Startled by Gonnia’s question, he quickly smiled and said, “As per your request, they are all adolescents between the ages of 12 and 14, and I’ve been taking care of their health since they got on board, so they’ve already recovered quite well.” Having said this, the man with the handlebar mustache started surveying his surroundings.

He noticed the Tree Elves on the ship stood as rigid as statues behind the railing.

Wearing masks, their faces indiscernible, the swords at their waists and the bows and arrows on their backs, all spoke of the exceptionality of this force.

‘The elite of the elite!’

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He had seen the Coral City army before, but those were merely ordinary humans, nowhere near comparable to these Treant Warriors.

He was curious about these people, but as he was not well-acquainted with Gonnia, he ultimately did not ask.

“I would like to inspect them, if that’s okay?”

Gonnia was always businesslike, never slipping up on any details because of anything.

“Of course!”

“Fiona.”

Fiona nodded, instructing all the young men and women to line up in two rows.

The boys were to be inspected by Tree Elf Anderson, while the girls were handed over to Fiona.

Soon, everyone had been inspected; their bodies were healthy, with no missing arms or broken legs to be found.

“It seems our trust still stands. Next time, I will need a thousand people.”

“Still young men and women?”

“No,” Gonnia said, “this time, we need whole families.”

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In other words, Gonnia needed war slaves structured by families.

These people were easier to find than specifying an age range and insisting on orphaned adolescents.

Bailuo’ s requirements for the first batch of young men and women were an experiment to see if they could be trained as soldiers.

With these soldiers, counting the Fairy Clan, the forces of Yatun could exceed 500.

Such a number was enough to manage a few thousand people.

Therefore, what Bailuo needed now was talent from all walks of life, inviting their children to join the military, to ensure the Yatun Army and its people were united.

“Wait a moment, Sister Gonnia.”

Elsa suddenly spoke up, her voice clear and cool, “There’s still someone on the ship who hasn’t come down.”

The man with the handlebar mustache kept a poker face, but his heart skipped a beat: ‘Why did she…’

“Someone is still on the ship?”

Without waiting for the man with the handlebar mustache to explain, Elsa said,

“I saw them, right there.”

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Elsa had not only seen but also used her Magic Power to sense the presence.

However, as the man with the handlebar mustache was an outsider, Elsa could not reveal her Miracle Power and explained it that way.

“Ah, that is, a child from a relative’s family, just hitching a ride with the wind.” The man with the handlebar mustache chuckled, indeed not wanting to lie. But Ina was fierce and hideous, thus it was a white lie.

“Mr. Aite, I just said you were trustworthy, and now you turn around and say something like this to me.”

Bailuo shook her head and sighed, “Could you please have your relative come down here?”

Bailuo’s tone was very harsh, with no room for negotiation, a clear command. By all accounts, Handlebar Mustache should have refused, but seeing the elite Treant Guards all looking at him, it felt as if he were being pointed at by more than twenty guns in Bailuo’s past life, which was terrifying.

“This…”

Handlebar Mustache hadn’t actually done anything guilty, just notwilling to trade shoddy goods.

But since Bailuo made a request, it was only natural to let her inspect the product, so he ordered, “Bring her down.”

Soon, Ina appeared in front of everyone.

“Um…”

Bailuo thought there would be some issue, but she didn’t expect it to be like this.

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Ina looked indeed too shocking.

However, Bailuo said to Ina, “You, lift your head and look at me.’

Ina was very frightened; she was just a small slave.

To her, Handlebar Mustache was an insurmountable presence, and Bailuo, who commanded such respect from Handlebar Mustache…

Ina, who lacked experience, could hardly imagine how fearsome she was. “Hmm?”

Bailuo looked into Ina’s eyes and said, “Although there are some issues, I like the look in her eyes.”

It was the look of a homeless little animal that yearns for recognition and trust. Bailuo had been following her uncle for years, learning how to interact with people and how to assess and unearth a person’s potential and talent.

The moment she saw Ina, regardless of whether she could adapt to the Miracle Power,

This kind of person was simply the most suitable candidate for brainwashing! “I’ll take this child, is that okay?”

“Is that really possible?”

Handlebar Mustache quickly said, “Oh, oh, oh, no problem, no problem, as long as you don’t mind!”

Handlebar Mustache was delighted, as long as he could stabilize relations with the People of Yatun and maintain this business, anything could be negotiated. Originally, Handlebar Mustache was a proud man.

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Ordinary folks had no right to direct or instruct him.

However, the People of Yatun gave too much…

“Everyone has talent.”

Bailuo’s words were ordinary, but to Ina’s ears, they exploded like thunder, shattering her dark world.

“Do I have talent too?”

Ina was frightened but still mustered the courage to ask.

No sooner had she spoken, she lowered her head in fear, realizing she had done something foolish by daring to speak to her master in such a way.

Luckily for her, she was fortunate.

Within the traditions of the People of Yatun, there was no custom of enslaving others.

Yet this was a question Bailuo truly couldn’t answer, as she had yet to discover where Ina’s talent lay.

“Yes.”

But at that moment, Elsa straightforwardly said, “You possess a talent that blooms only in very few people.”

“!!!!”

Bailuo immediately grasped the implication of Elsa’s words. She hadn’t expected Ina to potentially become a Witch with the qualifications to learn Magic.

Lilith once told the People of Yatun that the Little Witches’ excellence was due to the Grace of the Mysterious Dragon.

It unearthed, even granted them, their extraordinary talents.

However, the gift of the Mysterious Dragon wasn’t something that was just handed out; for those outside, whether they had talent depended on themselves.

Of course, those inherently talented who received the Grace would undoubtedly grow stronger, there was no question about that.

So from any perspective, Ina was the talent that the Yatun Duchy needed.