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

But they were just the lower-class people from the slums, how much cunning did Flai employ to become a knight's attendant?


In the eyes of the poor, this was simply an impossible feat!


Yet, Flai succeeded, he achieved his first small goal.


"I, I don't want it to be like this..."


Flai wanted to say, if he were more handsome, with his skills, seducing a few lonely noblewomen would have been a cinch, right?


Unfortunately, his looks made Flai feel the distortion of the world, and its cruelty.


Flai said, "You should be clear about the life of commoners, if you chose to live on your terms, what the outcome would be, do I need to say more?"


With Ireina's beauty, she would definitely be coveted by others.


That whole idea of living an ordinary life, simply and plainly.


Even if she had a husband, if the husband were incompetent, her fate would be too tragic for Flai to remind her of.


Chapter 186 The Bell Tolls of the Ancient City (Please Vote, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_4