Chapter 286 - 287: 157: 30 Years of Piling, Never Tasted Defeat (Vote for Monthly Pass)_4



Chapter 287: Chapter 157: 30 Years of Piling, Never Tasted Defeat (Vote for Monthly Pass)_4

Bai Luo looked at Gonnia, “How many are there?”

“2,500 people.”

“That many?”

Bai Luo hadn’t expected the number of detained slaves to be so immense.

“Originally it was 1,800, but then another 700 were added.”

“Added seven hundred?”

“They were sent by the Immortal Hawk,” Gonnia said, “I can’t say they’re all from the Immortal Hawk, but some are.”

“However, most of them don’t have the concept of a nation, like some fishermen from the seas around us, who have become homeless due to pirate attacks.”

“So they were given to us as slaves?”

Bai Luo: “Voluntarily?”



The sources of slaves in this world are broad; refugees who have nothing to eat are actually no different from slaves.

Being slaves at least allows them to stay alive; refugees die of hunger without anyone caring.

“Basically, it should be voluntary.”

Gonnia had the witches cast memory-related spells.

On one hand, it was to identify spies and undercover agents, on the other hand, it was to understand the specific circumstances of the others.

“Then there’s no problem.”

Having no means to survive and voluntarily becoming slaves implies they won’t have a rebellious mentality, but are prepared for a bitter future.

Bai Luo felt that such people could be tried for assimilation.

The Yatun Duchy is in great need of people, so Bai Luo is willing to accept any well-intentioned commoner.

“Leon.”

Leon, standing outside the door, heard Bai Luo calling him and immediately entered, bowing respectfully: “Your Majesty, please give your orders.”

“Go in my stead.”

Bai Luo said, “I’m not sending you to get involved, but to maintain order.”

Among Bai Luo’s ranks, the Miracle Entity, Lilith, had many tasks, Sherri was not humanoid, and as the Queen’s older sister, she had recently followed the Saint of Dawnlight to Shockwave City.

Leon was a formidable force.

With him present, even if something were to happen, he would have the ability to suppress it instantly.

“Understood.”

Leon respectfully excused himself.

The next moment, black flames surged from beneath his feet, enveloping him, and in an instant swallowed him whole.



Although he forcibly suppressed it, Lyon’s eyes still betrayed his craving: “Delicious flesh and blood...”

The subconsciousness given to him by Bai Luo was to not eat people.

But what the Greedy World Wolf wanted was not to eat people, but to devour the other party—to kill, destroy, obliterate everything.

His Majesty ordered him to protect Yatun, including this land, its citizens, and even every blade of grass.

Then, Lyon’s power would be controlled; he would instinctively restrain himself from harming anything here.

But these new slaves, they should be outsiders, right?

“Tsk.”

Lyon shook his head; his eyes, which had started to turn blackish-red, reverted back to their original red: “This power is really hard to control.”

Bai Luo’s assigning Lyon to this task was probably intended to train his willpower.

If Lyon really lashed out at a slave, Bai Luo might not mind too much, but Lyon himself would feel extremely humiliated.

Because he would have been defeated by the Greed of World’s Blood, succumbed to the madness of an indulgent and foolish feast.

“Lyon.”



“Big Brother Nors.”

It didn’t take long for Lyon to find Nors.

“You’ve got them all trained up.”

Lyon scanned the surroundings and saw over fifty teenagers, dressed in Low-Level Fairy Arms provided by Lilith, standing like elite warriors around the plaza.

“Ah.”

Nors, watching them maintain order, said, “Some of them are here keeping peace, and I have another fifty people at the port bringing the slaves over.”

“So, as of today, they’re members of the port city’s guard?”

“No other choice, we need to strive hard in Avalon,” Nors said, “These chores can be left to the newcomers.”

“Just leave a few people to manage the guard normally.”

The real world of Yatun is Avalon; the Yatun Island outside can be considered the mundane realm of Yatun Duchy.”

“The people will be arriving shortly.”

Nors shouted loudly, “All hands on deck!”

“Whoosh!”

The teenagers almost reflexively took their military stance.

Clad in their impressive Fairy Armor, they really did resemble the Treant Warriors they had envied so much just over two months ago.

Perhaps due to the increasingly rich life over the past two months, with fish, meat, vegetables, you name it,

many of the kids, especially the boys, suddenly hit a growth spurt and grew quite a bit taller.

Although most still looked slightly childish, the power provided by the Low-Level Fairy Arms indeed gave them significant confidence.