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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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Eileen also noticed that the Navarre sisters ate very little.

She didn't say anything, but with six six-week-old chicks, she managed to get a bag of wheat in exchange. She first took great effort to pound off the bran, then ground it into flour.

Mitchell's had a mill, but this tiny amount of wheat wasn't even enough to fill the gaps in the large grindstone.

So, Eileen used a hand-cranked grinder, working the entire night, and sieved the flour several times until it was fine.

By the next morning, when the Navarre sisters came downstairs, there was white bread on the Mitchell's dining table.

Anna was delighted, thanking Mrs. Mitchell repeatedly for her concern.

Catherine was also pleased, but still, a lot of food remained on her plate.

Even Anna couldn't help but take her sister back to the room where she asked with suppressed anger, "What? It doesn't suit your taste?"