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

"No wonder you were able to touch me a little."


Suddenly, the tone of the senior sister changed, and she, discarding her previous solemnity, smiled towards the Empress of the Far North: "I was wondering where this miracle had gone, and here it is with you."


"The most powerful Upper Tier Miracle has found its most suitable master."


This was definitely not the senior sister; Bailuo was certain, for the senior sister had never spoken with such a tone.


"Don't look at me with such a surprised look," Isefia managed to withstand the Royal Prestige of the Empress of the Far North and even found time to turn back and wink playfully at Bailuo: "Weren't you just saying you wanted to discipline me properly, my beloved husband?"


This was Bailuo's first meeting with the Queen.


But now was not the time to ask about her, because with a formidable enemy right in front of them, even Bailuo knew they had to stand together to confront Ygsella.


Chapter 373: The War That Was Stopped (Vote for Monthly Tickets)