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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 22 "Roast" and "Test"_4

"The heart of parents is a deep abyss." the old monk sighed and said to Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, "If you wish for Pierre to attend the seminary, I can indeed recommend him. However, clergy must take the vows of 'poverty, chastity, and obedience,' and cannot have legitimate offspring... I am willing to help, but you both need to think it over, and it is essential that Mr. Mitchell himself be willing."

Mrs. Mitchell looked crestfallen and politely thanked Brother Winters and Reed, and left somewhat distraught.

It was the first time Winters saw Mrs. Mitchell's composure waver; he and the old monk exchanged a glance and simultaneously sighed.

Gerard also became silent and melancholic, barely managing to perk up to continue tending to the roasting pit.

And the night continued on.

Not until the following morning did the whole roasted pig, smoked throughout the night, finally come out of the oven.