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

"The moon is dark, and the wind is high, truly a fine night."


Bailuo looked at the overcast clouds blocking Star Night and had Uncle slow the boat towards the shore.


Since there were enough boats, there was no need for Lilith to cast a spell to create more, so everyone boarded five small boats and quickly made landfall.


This was a wooden port, quite rudimentary in construction.


It was dotted with numerous single-story wooden houses, roughly capable of accommodating 3,000 people, qualifying it as a mid-sized fishing village.


The houses were close to the shore, and at this time a few night-watch pirates were patrolling.


However, Bailuo didn't find any boats in the port, and Uncle said, "No boats mean there's another group of pirates not here."


"It seems we'll have to be ready for another battle after this one."


Previously, Uncle had speculated that there might be more than 3,000 pirates.


Chapter 39: Dark Moon and High Wind (Seeking Recommendations)