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A rare magical miracle in the world

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..."

Pale blue knowledge · Eastern
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Chapter 157: 30 Years of Piling, Never Tasted Defeat (Vote for Monthly Pass)_4

Bai Luo looked at Gonnia, "How many are there?"

"2,500 people."

"That many?"

Bai Luo hadn't expected the number of detained slaves to be so immense.

"Originally it was 1,800, but then another 700 were added."

"Added seven hundred?"

"They were sent by the Immortal Hawk," Gonnia said, "I can't say they're all from the Immortal Hawk, but some are."

"However, most of them don't have the concept of a nation, like some fishermen from the seas around us, who have become homeless due to pirate attacks."

"So they were given to us as slaves?"

Bai Luo: "Voluntarily?"

The sources of slaves in this world are broad; refugees who have nothing to eat are actually no different from slaves.

Being slaves at least allows them to stay alive; refugees die of hunger without anyone caring.

"Basically, it should be voluntary."

Gonnia had the witches cast memory-related spells.