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

Bailuo looked at the three pirates, "How many pirates are on this island?"


"There are, three thousand, a little over three thousand."


The pirates were in a dazed state, blurting out their secrets in a confused haze.


To verify the reliability of the information, Bailuo asked several other pirates and received nearly identical responses.


Upon hearing this number, Bailuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.


Pirates were not to be feared—they had managed to take down 1200 today, and knocking out another 1800 didn't seem too difficult.


The power of Sherri and Lilith was too fearsome, once they made a move, let alone one or two thousand, even tens of thousands would be only a matter of time.


However, these pirates gave Bailuo a piece of rather unsettling news.


These pirates weren't unaffiliated marauders; they were organized and belonged to a major pirate named Morgan.


Chapter 41 Miracle Race (Seeking Recommendations)