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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 · Oriental
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628 Chs

Chapter 110 Isefia: Do As You Please, I'm Invincible

Sigurian and the Evil Wolf, though powerful, were not the Master of Miracles after all.

The Masters of Miracles had the right to declare war on each other, but as their subordinates, they certainly didn't have the right to overstep their bounds.

The Cross Strait was, in itself, dispensable.

It was simply because Sigurian and the Evil Wolf had a falling out, bluntly put, it was about face, and neither would step down.

However, this was like children from two families quarreling and calling for their parents; neither Sigurian nor the Evil Wolf could afford to lose face.

"Hahaha."

"Why take it so seriously?"

"We don't necessarily have to fight, right?"

"We could avoid fighting," the Evil Wolf said casually while drinking, "There are many ways to handle this, not just war."

Though they spoke this way, in secret, both Sigurian and the Evil Wolf loathed each other to the teeth.