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

The Iron Eagle King noticed Bailuo; he had previously been engrossed in his building blocks and only now realized a stranger had come into their resting room.


"You have a rather tasteful sense of fashion."


Caught off guard by the sudden comment, Bailuo looked down at his clothes—although they were extravagant, they didn't seem overly flamboyant: "Tasteful, you say?"


"The colors are harmonized, symmetry on both sides, evenly distributed."


The Iron Eagle King quite admired Bailuo: "Indeed, great minds think alike."


Bailuo knew what the Iron Eagle King was getting at but hadn't expected such an eccentric in the Master of Miracles.


"Your Excellency has quite a unique hobby."


"Just a little quirk of mine, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."


The Iron Eagle King was a talkative person, as was the Yizai Marquis. After exchanging words with them, Bailuo found that both seemed like the type he could befriend.


Chapter 353 Miraculous Stance (Requesting Monthly Pass)