Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

Just as Alaya made sure the two children had fallen asleep and was carefully walking to her own room, the voice of Bailuo came over.


His voice was very low, with a sense of being suppressed to the extreme, feeling sneaky.


Bailuo wouldn't be visiting Alaya in the dead of night with any ill intentions.


Alaya was the kindest woman in the village, beautiful though she was, but since she had lost her ability to bear children, no one from the Yatun Clan would have relations with her.


This was not out of contempt, but a natural instinct of the People of Yatun.


If it was only for her beauty, what difference would there be between that and insulting Alaya, treating her like a prostitute?


The People of Yatun would not offend this pure woman, and naturally, Bailuo was no exception.


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