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

Crossing the strait and sailing northward for some time, everyone saw four warships moored on the high seas.


Throughout the journey, Bailuo never gave Sigurian a chance to speak, and he remained quiet, actually enduring the silence without making a single sound.


The main fleet was just ahead, and Elsa and Fiona finally breathed a sigh of relief.


The two little girls hadn't exerted any effort; they had been staring intently at Sigurian the whole time.


Even though he was sealed, they still watched him as if he would erupt and start eating people at any moment.


This made Sigurian quite helpless; he had always looked down on women and especially hated children.


But these two twelve- or thirteen-year-old girls had made a deep impression on him.


Because they were even more annoying than Kristin!


Chapter 135: I'm Not Venting My Anger, I Respect You (Vote for Recommendation)