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

On their first day in Yatun, the slave boys and girls had a good night's sleep.


Compared to the swaying of the ship's cabin, having a house to live in and a bed to sleep on was like living in a dream.


Even Hailbo, beyond the awareness of being a good, obedient slave, fell in love with this place from the bottom of his heart.


It was quiet here, peaceful, with humans living in harmony with nature.


At 5:30 in the morning, just as dawn was breaking over the horizon, a sharp whistle sound suddenly pierced the air.


Hailbo and Yilona almost reflexively jumped out of bed, with the latter immediately rushing to the door of her younger sister's room.


The former, on the other hand, flipped out the window and crouched, lurking at the edge of a bush.


"Idiot, that's the whistle to wake you up. What's with the big reaction?"


Chapter 105: The Eagle, Speaks! (Vote for Recommendations)