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

Lyon knew Bailuo was powerful, and this was just an incarnation of the Blood Moon Hunter, even if it died, it wouldn't hurt Bailuo.


After all, the Master of Miracles could only attack directly; any curses, mental harm, or psychic shackles were ineffective against him.


But the problem was, this was Bailuo, his brother, his Majesty!


If Bailuo's Blood Moon Hunter was killed, especially within his own area of responsibility,


Let alone being killed, even if Bailuo were to lose a single hair, Lyon worried he might go berserk.


Bailuo wasn't here to fight; he was here to search for an old companion.


'Such a clear hint; surely someone would see it.'


The old uncle said: "I'm afraid Lyon's purge might inadvertently hurt our own people."


The old uncle would surely not suggest Bailuo go personally, but Bailuo wasn't that busy.


Chapter 189: Lord of the White Birch Trees (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3