Chapter 113 - 86 National Founding Ceremony (Request for Recommendation Tickets)

Chapter 113: Chapter 86 National Founding Ceremony (Request for Recommendation Tickets)

“Boom, boom boom.”

The fireworks burst into the sky, the colorful pollen rapidly changing in the wind, the festive petals drifting down to the earth, transforming the entire port into a world of blooming flowers.

This was Lilith’s magic, and it was the most appropriate spell for the day.

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh.”

Over twenty little witches rode their brooms through the air.

Under the leadership of the eight Regular Witches who had already been initiated, they waved their magic wands, gathering the petals to form various shapes, then used the skies above Yatun Island as a stage to display a dream-like tapestry.

“Rustle rustle rustle.”

A number of Fairy Clan members from the Feathered Tribe formed into squads in the air.

They weren’t numerous, about 120 or so.

But fairies possess a unique temperament and charm, retaining the ability to communicate with their original kin.

In the sky, every member of the Feathered Tribe fairy carried its own kind of birds, looking as orderly as a floating army, majestic and grand.

“Wow—”

Little Helen and Sefini, two five- or six-year-old girls, looked enviously at the scenery in the sky.

Due to their young age, and although their bodies were full of magic power, limited by their immature minds, they could not control this power well.

A careless move could even hurt the people around them.

It was also for this reason that Lilith took away their wands, stipulating that until their mental strength matched their magic power, they couldn’t touch these dangerous weapons.

” I wish I could grow up faster.”

Sefini was quiet, whereas Little Helen was very lively, like an energetic Er Ha.

“Young misses, Your Majesty will be arriving soon, please don’t stand in the middle of the road.”

The Fluffy Tribe fairies came running up to pull the two girls to the side of the street, which was, by now, lined with members of the Fairy Clan and the People of Yatun.

260 Tree Elf children were looking toward the end of the street with great anticipation.

Though they were all children, they were the future of Yatun; what they represented was the thriving vitality of Yatun.

The Feathered Tribe fairies did not occupy this space, choosing instead to stop on the rooftops on both sides.

Under the warmth of the sun, everyone felt exceptionally pleasant, standing together with the Fluffy Tribe, some even holding cute cats and dogs.

“Thud thud thud...”

A dignified and solemn music started playing, as fairies dressed as elegantly as humans came down the street.

Fluffy Tribe fairies with drums slung around their necks, Feathered Tribe fairies playing flutes atop carriages, and the Dolphin Misses singing elegant and melodious songs within glass aquariums filled with water.

Lilith had evolved, and she could easily create some intricate metal musical instruments.

Of course, these were limited to classical ones.

More advanced items were still beyond her.

“Tap tap tap...”

Dozens of male Tree Elves dressed in ethnic wolf furs with a wild touch, with a curved knife on their waists and bows and arrows on their backs, their chests and faces painted with green plant pigments.

The Tree Elves’ faces were solemn, their steps uniform, as if they were an honor guard paving the way for Bailuo.

Under Uncle’s training, the Tree Elves had indeed ushered in several new Miracle Troop Types.

Sword Dancer

Description: A Tree Elf-specific Miracle Troop Type that utilizes one-handed swords and spears to bring close-quarters combat to the extreme.

Ranger

Description: Using bows and arrows and curved knives, able to move through the forest, shooting from a distance, close combat with real swords, focusing on surprise attacks and positional warfare.

“So, so beautiful.”

Following the Sword Dancers and Rangers were a group of golden-haired Tree Elf Girls draped in pure white gauze, their veiled faces just showing their feet, white as jade, floating above the ground as if weightless.

“It’s Sherri!”

“Lord Sherri!”

Finally, Bailuo appeared in everyone’s sight, bringing the already high spirits to a complete peak.

“Your Majesty!”

“Long live Your Majesty!”

This was a green platform, crafted by the Tree Elves, who had spent days nurturing the branches to create this treasure.

The branches were smooth and shiny, like jade or emerald.

Bailuo was grateful to them, so he had Lilith turn it into this massive chariot, and he adorned and covered it with even more luxurious decorations.

Around the chariot, flowers bloomed profusely, showcasing the utmost beauty of nature.

Adorable Fairies stood at the edge of the chariot, holding baskets of flowers in their arms, scattering petals forward to pave a pathway of blooms.

“Glala.”

The sound of twisting trees came from all around.

The People of Yatun looked up, only to see ancient trees (not Tree Elves, but unintelligent trees) peering out from the edges of buildings.

Over a hundred ancient trees ringed the town like a barrier, being the most noticeable spectators.

“Rustle rustle rustle.”

“Chirp chirp chirp.”

Then, a massive number of Mushroom People tumbled out from alleys; they somersaulted, and ran around like human children, extremely adorable.

“Hahaha.”

The children of Yatun knelt and scooped up many Mushroom People, placing them on their shoulders and heads, and then they watched Bailuo’s procession. “Bro, how much longer do I have to stand?”

Atop the chariot, Bailuo sat on his throne, with his meticulously dressed uncle standing in front of him.

The old man was dressed for the occasion, even his silver-white hair was combed perfectly, looking as dignified and imposing as a chancellor from a Western royal court.

In contrast, Inya and her older sister were dressed in a princess dress and a queen’s gown, respectively.

The sister didn’t mind, but Inya complained for the umpteenth time about how uncomfortable high heels were; her feet ached.

“Bear with it a little longer.”

Bailuo pursed his lips and muttered a complaint, “I’ve been sitting all day today, alright?”

“Cough cough.”

The uncle gently coughed, signaling for them to be quiet and maintain their dignity.

Bailuo felt awkward.

In fact, his original idea was to keep everything simple, but his uncle insisted that such an important day should not be taken lightly.

This suggestion won the approval from all the older generation, led by Elder Mountain Grandpa and Andrew.

Therefore, from preparing attire, musical instruments, and the chariot, to setting up the stage and the procession, it took a full three days.

“Look at Xiao Bai, such good manners.”

At that moment, Bai Yino, due to Bailuo’s suggestion, wore an extremely rare pure white robe with curved hem.

Although her figure was lacking, she looked no less charming than the Tree Elf girls.

However, as soon as the uncle turned his head back, Bai Yino sneakily grabbed a steamed bun from her sleeve and promptly stuffed it into her mouth.

Inya: ‘Ah!!! Is there any more? Do you have more? I’m also hungry, give me one!’

Bai Yino and Inya got along well and was about to share, but saw the uncle turn around again, making Bai Yino a bit flustered.

“Swoosh!”

The sister reacted swiftly, immediately grabbing the steamed bun from Bai Yino’s hand and tossing it away without hesitation.

“Smack!”

Abadun reflexively caught it, looking down he wondered where this steamed bun came from: “Huh? Where did this steamed bun come from?”