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

"Let's set it for half a month from now,"


Before the slaves arrived, Yatun completed the nation-building ceremony and then fully entered the state to welcome the new citizens.


The Treant Race reached nearly 400 people.


If even those children grew up, 400 Miracle Troops, unless a Miracle Army came over, ordinary people, tens of thousands, would not stand a chance against these 400 tree elves.


And after the first batch of open trials, in a few months, or half a year's time, Yatun, having acquired certain military strength, would be ready to attempt to establish foreign relations.


"Morgan won't come in person; he might even be unaware that the pirates on Yatun Island were wiped out."


As the Master of Miracles, how could he pay attention to such trivial mortals? Uncle: "So I think, Sigurian's actions have nothing to do with Morgan, they're his personal ideas."


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