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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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711 Chs

Chapter 110 Waves_2

Winters felt somewhat relieved, but then he thought of the slaves on the island and asked, "What about the slaves in the plantations, how should they be dealt with?"

"That's simple," Gus Lanch had a plan in mind. "Vineta's laws do not allow any form of slavery, yet slaves are important property of the plantations. So, once the plantations are confiscated, all slaves on the island would be able to redeem themselves."

"Where would the slaves get the money to redeem themselves?" Winters couldn't help but give a wry smile.

"The Vineta government can lend them the money for their redemption," Gus sipped a little wine, stating it matter-of-factly, "The slaves, once freed, can pay off their debt with their labor."

Having heard Gus's words, Winters felt as if... there was not much change, but this was not a field he could meddle in, so he said no more.