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

"If in the past, no diplomat became a hero, then let it be me!"


Hailbo raised his head, his forehead bleeding: "I will make my name resound through the world, spread the glory of Yatun Duchy far and wide!"


"If the word 'envoy' isn't grand enough."


"Then add the three words 'Hailbo' to it."


Hailbo again smashed his head down: "Envoy Hailbo! I beseech Your Majesty to let me be dispatched to other nations!!!"


Bailuo descended from the throne, walked straight to the boy, and personally helped him up.


Bailuo said nothing encouraging; he just held the boy's hand: "Yatun, I entrust to you, Hailbo."


"Yes, I, will not, will not bring disgrace upon You..."


Hailbo's head spun, ready to faint, yet tears uncontrollably streamed down.


He was merely a lowly slave, a piece of trash that couldn't even get enough to eat, unwanted refuse.


For a meal, Hailbo still needed to repay the kindness.


Chapter 147: Envoy of Yatun (Please Vote for Recommendation)_3