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

Uncle and Bailuo stepped out of the castle dungeon, "Didn't you say to let me give it a try? So, let's give it a try."


Not a member of the Yatun Clan for a single day, then forever an outsider.


However, Bailuo didn't go overboard, he wouldn't truly leave the other side with any psychological shadows; he had that much measure.


"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, take your time."


Alaya, who had endured a lifetime of darkness, naturally didn't find a mere dungeon challenging.


Moreover, the cells in Yatun were actually luxurious, even more so than hotels.


After all, Sigurian and Kristin were people of status; Bailuo couldn't be too harsh, or else if his people were ever captured, he would eventually have to reap what he sowed.


If you play dirty, then don't blame me for not being nice!


Chapter 147: Envoy of Yatun (Please Vote for Recommendation)