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

Being called Iron Eagle People had clearly irritated Fiona and Elsa immensely.


When Bailuo saw the corner of Sigurian's mouth twitch slightly, he knew his identity might have been partly exposed.


Enduring the pain in his body, Sigurian started, "With an accent from the Southern Thorn Territory of the Iron Eagles, I suspected you were Iron Eagle People and you immediately denied it."


"Could you be those Remnants of the Former Dynasty wanted by the Iron Eagles?"


The two girls felt a chill run down their spines as they realized that just three lines of dialogue had let Sigurian guess so much.


Especially Elsa, who, lacking much experience, felt overwhelmed with guilt.


They were worried, worried that their words might bring disaster to Yatun, to their families.


Just as the two girls were about to cry from fear, Bailuo's hand came down.


Chapter 134: Bewitching Hearts (Vote for Recommendation)_3