Chapter 56: Chapter 42 Tree Elves’ Descendants (Seeking Recommendations)

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“We’ve arrived!”

Sherri had come within a kilometer of their destination, but thanks to Lilith’s Invisibility Spell, they had not been discovered by the residents of the forest.

It had to be said, this place was very secluded.

Ordinary people would never imagine that a group of people could live in such dense woodlands.

Even the pirates who had clearly explored the island had failed to find them, which spoke volumes about the exceptional hiding abilities of this Miracle Race.

“Next, let’s run over there.”

Bailuo asked Sherri to slow down. With the Miracle Race factors in mind, Bailuo did not consider these people enemies.

If possible, he would naturally do his best to subdue them.

If he could sign a contract with the Miracle Race, Bailuo could treat them the same way he did Sherri and Lilith.

Because if there was even a hint of resistance in their hearts, if they weren’t truly loyal, it would be impossible to form a contract.

Moreover, the Miracle Race was still a miracle.

If Bailuo were to kneel, all of the adult individuals of the entire race would have to be buried with him, turning to dust and smoke instantly.

The juveniles, while not dying on the spot, would lose their Miracle Power and quickly degenerate into mortals.

Therefore, the Miracle Race shared the honor and disgrace, and life and death, with the King they served, being the most loyal citizens.

“We’re almost there, Master.”

The distance between them was now less than 200 meters, and Bailuo Yatun could vaguely see the village of the others.

Their houses were built high in the trees, and the dense foliage concealed them so well that even someone passing underneath would not notice anything amiss.

“There’s not a hint of smoke or fire around.”

Lilith told Bailuo, “They must be a tribe that doesn’t use fire.”

Lilith didn’t know they were Miracle Descendants, so she referred to them simply as a tribe.

“Master?”

Sherri asked Bailuo whether to continue moving forward or…

“People inside!!”

Bailuo did not hide or sneak around but made a loud shout: “My name is Bailuo Yatun, and I come specially to visit you, please come out to meet.”

“Rest assured, 1 mean no harm ”

[You have found them, but they are not yet yours]

[The evils of the past have made them afraid to open their hearts; do your best to earn their trust, for only gentleness and kindness can make them lower their guard.]

“Master, they’ve run away.”

In Sherri’s perception, these Miracle Descendants had fled at great speed, with no intention of communicating with Bailuo.

Just as the Black Leather Book had indicated, they were very afraid.

But since the Miracle Descendants acted so decisively, Bailuo had no time to consider the methods suggested by the Black Leather Book. Bailuo spoke, “Since we’re here, there’s no reason to leave empty-handed, Lilith.”

“At your command!”

As the words fell, Lilith’s Fairy Magic had already been deployed.

“Boom!”

Before their eyes, the trees that they relied on for survival seemed to come to life, and countless vines and branches turned into ropes, binding the figures jumping in the air.

“Ah!”

“What is this?”

“I can’t break free; how can this be?”

Fearful exclamations came from the trees, and Bailuo had Lilith cast Magic.

“Boom!”

Old, thick trees lifted their heads, and their leaves parted, revealing the Miracle Descendants hanging in mid-air, cocooned like silk-worms.

They looked very similar to humans, only their skin was even more fair.

Golden short hair and long hair sparkled in the sunlight, very beautiful, and their features were so stunning that even Bailuo exclaimed in admiration, “Wow, these looks are otherworldly.”

The ratio of males to females was roughly 1:1.

But whether men or women, these hanged individuals were excessively attractive.

“Although my senior sister is also beautiful, but…”

Bailuo noticed their pointed ears, “Is this the dreamy race?”

“Elf!”

Bailuo uttered the name he had long anticipated, “Indeed, it’s the pointed­eared Elves.”

“Please don’t hurt us!!”

At that moment, an old voice came through. It belonged to an old man who looked to be at least seventy years old, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

Among the many handsome men and beautiful women, as well as the adorable young boys and girls, he was a standout nonconformist.

“Respected Seer?”

“This one, he’s no ordinary person!”

The old man was also hanging from the tree, and Bailuo thought what he said was quite interesting, so he immediately said, “I am not an enemy, please forgive any disrespect, I am going to let you down now, but I hope you won’t run away again. Let’s talk.”

After Bailuo finished speaking, he had Lilith let them down.

Lilith showed off her strength, and Bailuo’s show of force had indeed left an indelible impression on the elves’ minds.

At the same time, Bailuo had proven one thing—they couldn’t escape!

With Lilith there, he could capture them anytime and anywhere.

And this also meant that even if Bailuo really had malicious intentions, they could not resist.

“You are right, we were just too afraid,” the old man said.

The old man was let down, his body quite weak, and he nearly fell to the ground upon touching it.

“Lilith.”

Behind the old man, a sapling broke through the soil and rapidly transformed into a chair entwined with green vines.

“What is this?”

“So magical!”

“Why is this happening, a chair has grown out of the soil!”

“It seems to be made of vines.”

“Indeed.”

The old man, unlike the other elves, first thanked Bailuo, then after sitting down and organizing his thoughts, he said, “You are the Master of Miracles, and that creature flying in the sky must be some kind of miracle, right?”

Such miraculous power, other than being a miracle, the old man could not think of a second possibility.

Unlike those ignorant pirates, the elderly elf was clearly one of the few who knew the secrets.

“What is a miracle?”

“Such a powerful force actually exists?”

Although they had pointed ears and looked very much like elves, they were probably not real elves, just descendants of elves.

“Is it really a miracle, Grandfather Andrew?”

A tall woman with golden long hair asked the elder, “Isn’t that the myth you used to tell us?”

“It is true, are we not an example?”

Grandfather Andrew looked at Bailuo and asked, “Respected King, may I ask if you can tell these children how many years a human can live?”

Bailuo was somewhat surprised, but he still spoke the truth, “Those who live a long life can reach seventy or eighty years old, but in some places with poor environments and poverty, people might die as early as in their thirties.”

” Seventy or eighty years?!”

“How is that possible? Are you sure they didn’t die from murder, but of old age?”

“Eighty years old, that’s still a child!”

“Uh…”

In the midst of the discussion, Bailuo heard an incredible statement—he was tempted to ask, ‘A child at eighty years old’?

Are you joking?

“You,” Bailuo had originally guessed they were elves, and now he was even more certain, “have a long lifespan?”

“It seems our guest has noticed.”

Grandfather Andrew said, “Our ancestors were the ancient Miracle Race of Tree Elves, and we have inherited the bloodline of the Tree Elves.”

“It has no other effects, only longevity.”

Grandfather Andrew clearly had plenty of experience, for he could feel that Bailuo had no ill intent, “Even the youngest child here is over sixty years old.”

If Bailuo were a slave trader, upon seeing so many handsome men and beautiful women, he could have easily taken action.

You must know, Tree Elves’ Descendants can maintain their youth for a long time, which for humans, is the dream companion in bed.

Imagine, when you are 16, you tie the knot with a young and beautiful Tree Elf.

But by the time you are on your deathbed, the other person is still as young, even more radiant and attractive.

It’s hard to imagine the market these beings would have in the eyes of slave traders.

Fortunately, the Tree Elves have long been extinct in the outside world.

The Tree Elves on this island are the last surviving bloodline in the whole world.

Grandfather Andrew saw nothing but curiosity and appreciation in Bailuo’s eyes, a love and cherishing for beautiful things.

This person was not an enemy of the Tree Elves—Grandfather Andrew made such a judgment.

Moreover, Bailuo had arrived carrying miracles.

Those who possess miracles, they are the Master of Miracles, a noble existence with kingly qualities.

In the homeland of the Miracle Descendants of the Tree Elves, there had not been such a person for many years.

Logically, they should present their finest foods, their most luxurious tree-nest houses, to entertain and welcome him.

“The wise sir,” said Bailuo.

Bailuo did not let Sherri continue to display her strength since Lilith had been enough.

“Please excuse our lack of courtesy,” he said.

Old Andrew hurriedly spoke, “Quick, come to our village, let us properly entertain our great guest.”