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

There were no children on the island, nor were there any women or elderly.


For pirates, such burdens were only a waste of food.


Pirates aren't fishermen; they don't produce anything, they just get by and don't entertain the idea of family obligations.


In their eyes, "family" really is a ridiculously laughable word.


Honestly, Sherri really wished that the residents here were just a bunch of ordinary fishermen.


Because that would become an important source of population for Yatun, a significant benefit.


Sherri would do her best to subdue them and then slowly civilize them.


When dealing with the common people, Sherri's principle was to avoid killing if at all possible.


After all, there were no grudges or grievances, as long as you did not point your weapons at the People of Yatun, they would not see you as an enemy.


If possible, she would definitely not go too far, as long as the interests of the People of Yatun were guaranteed.


Chapter 40 Treefolk (Seeking Recommendations)