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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..."

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Chapter 133: Whether It Works or Not, I'm Going for It (Seeking Recommendation Votes)_3

This means the previous two items were not on this ship.

"It looks like they are all minor characters,"

Bailuo placed his sword in front of him, quite frustrated, "Since they've been lured out, let's continue, give my old uncle some face. Hitting them with four or five waves should suffice."

After all, it was the strategy the old uncle placed first, and the elder also said that its probability was not low.

But Bailuo still thought, 'Would the Great Pirate Sigurian be so easily lured out?'

Is that possible?

No way, no way, someone actually believes this?

"Is the other side speeding up a bit?"

The pirate captain looked toward Sigurian, who was still guzzling wine, and asked with some reverence, "Boss, we seem to be unable to catch up."

"Keep chasing!"

"Keep chasing!!"

"Can't even catch up with a ship, what are you all? Raised on shit?!"

Sigurian didn't care at all about any merchant ships; he might not even know where he was or what he was doing.