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

"Beyond excellent, I don't know what other word could describe the young ladies."


Bailuo was very satisfied, as he felt like he was witnessing the dawn of a whole new era.


An era where fairies walked alongside passersby on the roadside, and witches rode their brooms dancing in the sky, where High Witches and Sorcerers would turn Yatun into a fairytale kingdom of splendor.


"However, our tradition in Yatun does not chase after beauty and prettiness."


"What we seek is practicality," Bailuo said, "is powerful strength and the deterrence of armed forces!"


"Although, everyone is still children, and girls at that."


Upon hearing 'girls,' the Little Witches clearly looked a bit unhappy, as they did not feel they were inferior to boys.


Especially since Fairy Magic had chosen women, not men, they felt even more that they were the true protectors of Yatun.


Yatun did not have a tradition of favoring men over women; women could also hold up half the sky.


Chapter 82 Miracle Blossom (Please Vote for Recommendation)