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

Ali, holding a vermilion jade-like pipe, did not understand. Isefia said, "I may need to leave for a while, and during that time, you all will need to accompany Xiao Luo."


After taking a sip of wine, Ali said, "As miracles, we should not hide anything from him. Otherwise, it won't feel good."


Haven't I seen a pig run if I've never eaten pork?


Ali is an old predecessor of thousands of years and had seen many a Miracle Entity sacrifice themselves to protect their masters.


Even if they could be resurrected, it was genuinely out of concern for their master.


However, going against the master's wishes would ultimately bring immense pain. This pain, like punishment, even Isefia and Ying Muyao, could hardly bear the inner questioning.


Isefia wanted to understand what was really happening with the slave traders, and most importantly, who she was.


Chapter 310: The Mystery of the Queen of Avalon (Seeking Monthly Votes)