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

Gonnia and Handlebar Mustache had discussed for a long time, and by evening, everyone had turned down Handlebar Mustache's dinner invitation.


Bailuo was now anxious to return, to prepare for the fifth page of the Miracle ritual, and to take a good look at Bai Yino's Miracle Power.


He didn't have the time to spare for a meal and drinks with others.


"The first batch of trade will be in a month."


"Hmm, by then, we should be able to assemble a sufficient military force, able to suppress even a rebellion."


Bailuo did not trust the slaves he had bought.


He would provide them with food and shelter, then brainwash them, until they were trained to be loyal to Yatun, before attempting to bestow Miracle Power upon them.


But this was inevitably going to be a select few; for most of them, not to mention loyalty, they didn't even have the qualification to receive a Miracle.


Chapter 65: Lack of Ability (Seeking Recommendations)