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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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142 Chs

Chapter 36 Fieldwork_3

Translator: 549690339

After a while, the main gates of the customhouse's anti-smuggling prison swung open, and the warden came out in person to meet Colonel Field, leading him and two military officers into the prison.

Returning to this place after less than two days, Winters felt slightly emotional. Entering the prison as a guest rather than a prisoner certainly felt different.

The warden didn't lead Field and Winters into the main building but took them around the exterior wall to a small stone house.

Even before approaching the small stone house with a wooden roof, Winters could smell an odor that made one want to vomit. It was clear the warden was prepared, as he pulled out a sachet to cover his nose and mouth.

The colonel, expressionless, looked with contempt and disdain at the warden who couldn't help but react to the smell. Winters followed the lead, striving to keep his face straight and trying not to show any signs of discomfort.