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

"I have investigated the fishing villages on this island," Uncle said, "The number of pirates on the sea should be around 3,500, and Brother Andrew has confirmed this."


"Yes, even if there is an error, it should not exceed 100."


Grandfather Andrew said, "With the strength of the Yatun Clan and the Tree Elves' Descendants, as long as everyone can carry weapons, we can at least use the island's geographical advantages and repel five thousand pirates."


The Tree Elves' Descendants clearly also paid attention to this group of unwelcome guests, hence they had precise investigations on the pirates' comings and goings and their distribution over the years.


"The farmland continues to be reclaimed, though the houses have mostly been built."


The farmland, Bailuo found it never to be too much,


In these three days, the Yatun Clan and the Tree Elves' Descendants have gone into battle together, besides those supervising the felling of trees, there were at least another hundred people.


Chapter 47: Developing Yatun Island (Seeking Recommendations)_3