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

As the competition eased, Duke Yang Bo's development speed had dropped to its lowest point.


Too comfortable, it was really too comfortable.


"If in the future, The Three Dukes of Azure aren't willing to come ashore, they are of little use to us,"


"On the contrary, I think they're very useful,"


Bailuo said, "With Azure operating overseas, we at least have a safe retreat."


"I know, big brother, you disdain running away," Bailuo said, "but having an escape route can pressure our external enemies. It makes them realize that if they can't eliminate us in one go, they'll have to bear our vengeful return."


"Moreover, how happy would The Three Dukes of Azure be if they knew big brother you were going to join them?"


The relationship between the Miracle Kings and Bailuo's homeland in his previous life was different.


They actually felt very insecure; having a powerful ally join would greatly enhance their deterrence.


Chapter 187 Ancient City Strategy (Please Vote, Asking for Monthly Tickets)_2