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

It was a sudden question, but Uncle was just being Uncle, not asking anything in return, "How many do you want?"


Bailuo had originally just intended to ask Uncle for the location of the crystal vials so she could go buy some or perhaps steal some to bring back.


But Uncle's reply left Bailuo quite astonished, "We have crystal vials?"


Uncle, while puffing on his cigarette, said nonchalantly, "But didn't you guys raid that merchant caravan some time ago? There were a few crystals in it, and with nothing better to do, I crafted a few cups and vials."


"You know how to do crystal craftsmanship?"


Bailuo thought to herself that Uncle truly was omnipotent—was there anything he couldn't do?


"Just a little bit, I'm not an expert."


That phrase sounded oddly familiar, but Bailuo didn't ask further; having a vial was sufficient, "I need a crystal vial that can breathe, it's for a use."


Chapter 26 Ideal Coast (4000 words, please recommend)_3