A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 114: 87 Lilith: The Mushrooms Aren't

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“Ladies and Gentlemen!”

In the central square of New Port Town, Bailuo stood at the highest point, beginning his declaration of nation- building.

The best location should have been near the castle.

But considering that the aquatic fairies couldn’t come ashore, Bailuo chose this place, which was more approachable and people-friendly.

“I extend my deepest gratitude to everyone here for attending the founding ceremony of Yatun.”

“Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.”

At this moment, the crowd below was noisy and thunderous with applause, an ocean of heads that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Inya was astonished as she looked at the clapping Mushroom People, then at the sparse Yatun people, and she realized-the applause was lacking, so the mushrooms made up the numbers.

“Please quiet down, everyone quiet down.”

After Bailuo spoke, Lilith’s gaze shifted and all the Mushroom People immediately put down their hands, and the entire square fell silent.

This act of ‘supporting actors’ was simply ingenious.

“Whether it’s the Yatun Clan, the Treant Race, or the Fairy Clan, we were once like wandering ghosts across the vast expanse of land.

“Despite the vastness of the world, there was no place for us to call our own.” “The resources were endless, but they weren’t ours,” Bailuo said calmly, “Food, weapons, land, homes, freedom, these were all problems that plagued

US.”

“Then, we came here, to Yatun Island.”

“Our new homeland, a place akin to the dreamy Immortal Realm,” Bailuo said, “where we have abundant food, a place to live in peace, no longer needing to worry about waking up to a blade poised at our necks.¹

“Yatun belongs to us all. This land, it belongs to every single one of us.” “It is our homeland. It only accepts those who are worthy of Yatun’s love!” “If anyone dares to covet this place,” Bailuo said, “we will use this great Miracle Power to make them pay a bloody price!

The People of Yatun were not faint-hearted cowards; they relished in war, and the ancient iron rule of Yatun had always been to slay enemies and earn merit.

“Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.”

The People of Yatun clapped spontaneously, while the Mushroom People, as if they had glitched, looked bewildered, their hands raised awkwardly.

Not until Lilith gave them a fierce glare did they start to clap thunderously once more, filling the air with applause.

“Yatun will never bow to anyone.”

“Our nation may perish, even we may die,” Bailuo’s words established the foundation of Yatun’s establishment, “but I, we of Yatun, will never stoop or kneel to them!”

Every Yatun person present was filled with pride; they wholeheartedly agreed with Bailuo’s resolve.

Yatun may perish, but it will never surrender!

As he said this, seeing the passion of the people, Bailuo knew he didn’t need to say anything more.

The people of Yatun were among their own; there were no outsiders.

For them, there was no need for propaganda or brainwashing, because everyone had already become Bailuo’s loyal supporters.

Each person was willing to give their all for him, for their country, for the honor of their people.

“Today! I hereby declare!”

Bailuo shouted proudly, “Yatun is now a nation!!!

“Ohhhhhhl!”

As the words fell, the entire square erupted into cheers and applause.

Just as Bailuo had said, they had drifted for so long, hiding in corners, trembling just to stay alive.

They were desperate for a haven to shelter from the storm.

And now, the Yatun Duchy had become their all, the only place where they had dignity and could live freely.

At the same time, the character of the People of Yatun was also set by Bailuo. They were incredibly gentle, kind, and pure to their own; yet, when faced with outsiders, if they were friends, the People of Yatun would receive them warmly.

Conversely, if you choose to point your weapons at the people of Yatun, then no matter who you are, they will show you just how terrifying Yatun can be, using the most brutal means.

“Now, let the revelry begin, my people.”

Bailuo raised his hand, and all the people of Yatun raised theirs as well. They watched as Lilith cast fairy magic, and in the hand of each person appeared a cup of fine wine or fruit juice.

“To Yatun!”

“To our great Majesty!!!”

Everyone drank their beverages with joy, the adults cheering and shouting, while the children, hand in hand, happily chased and frolicked among the sea of flowers and the dreamy castles that Lilith had conjured.

At the same time, the first official national holiday was announced, National

Day.

On a day of blossoming spring, also the most beautiful season of the year,

This was a day when all food was free to taste.

Fine wines and gourmet dishes, fantastical scenery, and many other pleasures were all freely available without distinction between masters and servants, subjects and sovereigns; everyone was a part of Yatun, enjoying the good life. And such revelry, after the founding of the nation, continued for several days. Even old uncle didn’t stop people’s joy this time, instead he fully supported it, arranging all food, drinks, and programs-making it as grand as possible. In fact, old uncle was also well aware that the founding of Yatun was somewhat child’s play.

There were so few people, and the place was so small.

From any perspective, the founding ceremony was as simple as could be.

“I think it’s quite good, actually.”

Three days later, Bailuo moved into the Central Castle.

This was a large building over 60 meters high, featuring a castle, a city area, city walls, a moat, and other well-defined areas, and it officially became the political center of Yatun.

In the castle’s great hall, there was a long table.

Since it was just family, Bailuo didn’t use royal court etiquette and sat wherever was comfortable, so he took the head of the table while everyone else sat on the sides.

“Speaking purely of the spectacle, our Yatun’s founding ceremony is no less extraordinary than that of other countries.”

Elder Shan, Grandfather Andrew, and old uncle Saros are now the founding ministers of Yatun.

Elder Shan is in charge of logistics, resource planning and allocation. Grandfather Andrew is in charge of the population, citizenship registrations, and has recently registered all the fairies.

As for old uncle, he is the Marshal of all three armies, stationed on Yatun Island, specifically training troops and scouting for military talent.

In Yatun, Bailuo’s word is absolute.

So even if Bailuo handed all the power to others, he would still remain supreme. Because the Master of Miracles is the true owner of all miracles.

“Perhaps when we advance to a kingdom, we could do it again.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“I also agree.”

The old uncle’s proposal was immediately affirmed by the two elders.

“Let’s talk about that when the time comes.”

Bailuo felt somewhat embarrassed: “Right now, how dare we call ourselves a kingdom.”

Yatun self-proclaimed itself a Duchy.

But has this title been recognized by other countries?

The Iron Eagle Kingdom, the Kingdom of Mountains, the Star Moon Kingdom, the Azure Duchy, the Brilliant Duchy, the Far North Empire, the Holy Empire- if these nations do not acknowledge Bailuo’s status and identity, then whatever is said amounts to nothing.

Amusing oneself and truly stepping onto the stage, having the right to contend with others.

These are two entirely different matters!