Chapter 105 - 78: Tree of Life (Please Vote)

Chapter 105: Chapter 78: Tree of Life (Please Vote)

“Your Majesty, what do you think of this Tree of Life?”

The Tree of Life, a sacred tree nurtured by the Treant Race with the powers of miracles.

Its ability is to randomly extract the excellent elements from the bloodline of the Tree Elves and then self-fertilize to produce the fruits of life (inside which are children).

“Outsourcing childbirth can reduce the trouble caused by pregnancy.”

Bailuo said, “I just wonder what the birth rate is like?”

Here, the shade of greenery is everywhere, with streams babbling around, the lake reflecting, and ripples shining, coupled with the magical forest adorned by the Tree Elves’ magic, giving Bailuo the illusion of being in a magical world.

Just a few months ago, Bailuo was still in the backward Middle Ages.

In the blink of an eye, he carved out such a place, and Bailuo was filled with emotion, “This place is truly a utopia.”

“The mysterious miracles are truly too wondrous.”

Grandfather Andrew was incredibly surprised; he said, “The birth rate of the Treant Race isn’t as high as Your Majesty might imagine.”

He understood the meaning of Bailuo’s phrase ’utopia.’

Unfortunately, Bailuo’s wish was ultimately not fulfilled.

According to Bailuo’s previous thoughts, since the Tree Elves had such a method of childbirth, they could dramatically increase the population.

Compared to others, Bailuo absolutely trusted his Tree Elves of the Miracle Race.

In that case, establishing a People of Yatun in managerial roles, with Tree Elves as the main populace, and Fairies everywhere in the social environment would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?

Here, one shouldn’t say Bailuo was biased toward the People of Yatun.

Actually, the nature of the Tree Elves isn’t suitable for being managers; they’re too easygoing.

‘Tree Elves are more suited to a leisurely life, practicing arms, learning Bloodline Magic, and when war comes, all Tree Elves are soldiers.’

Uncle and Grandfather Andrew both said that Tree Elves are suited to be soldiers, warriors, but not to be merchants or politicians; they don’t have such talents.

As for the Fairy Clan, there’s even less to say; they’re fairy-tale creatures, too naive by nature.

In a nutshell, they’re not ‘humans’; they lack the human cunning and the various filthy and dirty thoughts.

‘The People of Yatun don’t have them either, but at least they know how dirty others can be.’

This was the population structure Bailuo had envisioned for Yatun before, but now, the teacher fails before even setting out, a failure.

“Is the birth rate very low?”

“A Tree of Life can fertilize up to 100 Little Tree Sprites each year at most.”

After all, Tree Elves naturally had a tranquil disposition and considered things over years rather than days, so they were probably used to it.

“Let me discuss the next matter.”

Uncle spoke up, “The Miracle Power of the Treant Race is not weak, but after discussing with my older brother, relying solely on inherited power is not enough to be considered strong.”

“Therefore, they need to undergo more postnatal training!”

“Hmm.”

Grandfather Andrew nodded, “Fortunately, I have you, younger brother.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to instruct them.”

Originally, they had no Miracle Power, but now that they did, the old man discovered that he still couldn’t match uncle in wisdom by the slightest.

This made Grandfather Andrew’s admiration for uncle reach an unimaginable level.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just know a little, just a bit.”

“Yes, yes, a little, you know quite a bit.”

After concluding their mutual praise, Bailuo finally listened to the two elders outlining the planning scheme for the Tree Elves.

First, the optimization of Tree Elves began with uncle’s teachings.

Although they had grown stronger, Tree Elves were not an arrogant race; they were very humble.

Upon Awakening, they took politeness and grace to the utmost extreme.

However, for the new professions to be fully established would take some time. Uncle assured Bailuo that he already had inspiration, and within half a month at most, he would show results.

“Uncle, you really don’t need to work so hard.”

Bailuo felt that uncle was overexerting himself. He was also human, and of a considerable age, so he should be mindful of his rest.

“I’m fine, I know my own body.”

“In any case, leave this to me.”

In Yatun, uncle was absolutely a workaholic, who held himself to incredibly strict standards, always working whenever he had the time.

He was immensely talented, like a piece of wood that could grow on its own.

This wood would fall on Yatun’s weaknesses and, by the time it left, the gaps would be filled, allowing the bucket to hold more water.

Furthermore, uncle also suggested to Bailuo, “The changes in Yatun are beyond even my expectations.”

“I think we now have the qualifications to establish our own nation.”

Uncle hoped that Bailuo would establish a country soon, as this could greatly enhance the People of Yatun’s sense of national pride and cohesion.