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

Sherri had come within a kilometer of their destination, but thanks to Lilith's Invisibility Spell, they had not been discovered by the residents of the forest.


It had to be said, this place was very secluded.


Ordinary people would never imagine that a group of people could live in such dense woodlands.


Even the pirates who had clearly explored the island had failed to find them, which spoke volumes about the exceptional hiding abilities of this Miracle Race.


Bailuo asked Sherri to slow down. With the Miracle Race factors in mind, Bailuo did not consider these people enemies.


If possible, he would naturally do his best to subdue them.


If he could sign a contract with the Miracle Race, Bailuo could treat them the same way he did Sherri and Lilith.


Because if there was even a hint of resistance in their hearts, if they weren't truly loyal, it would be impossible to form a contract.


Moreover, the Miracle Race was still a miracle.


Chapter 42 Tree Elves' Descendants (Seeking Recommendations)