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 Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild, the large mercantile company from the Kingdom of Mountains, their business encompasses dozens of domains including fisheries, minerals, jewelry, textiles, and shipping."


Gonnia, acting as Bailuo's representative, noticed her detailed knowledge of the Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild; Handlebar Mustache smiled and said, "Yes, we are affiliated with the Three-Headed Dog Commerce Guild."


"However, although the slave trade is quite profitable, it is, after all, not overly reputable."


"Especially in countries that explicitly prohibit the sale of humans," Gonnia said, "your business must be rather difficult."


"Sometimes, it's not a matter of whether it's difficult or not—it has to be done."


Handlebar Mustache took a sip of red wine and shifted the topic, "For the sake of the market, we must establish slave trades in various places, after all, the people above, they need us."


The selling of slaves not only facilitates the steering of populations.


64 Chapter I shouldn't have agreed, but he offered too much