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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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435 Chs

Chapter 38 The Mewa Brothers

The coachman spoke earnestly, unwilling to continue the discussion.

Since they couldn't arrest him and force a confession, it seemed impossible to extricate anything else from him.

"I was just curious, you don't have to be nervous, and if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine." Winters placated the somewhat flustered coachman, pressing no further.

The coachman nodded his head gratefully in acknowledgment.

Kosha walked out from the main entrance. She had changed out of her comfortable home clothing and into a dark green dress decorated with embroidery and lace, topped with a light purple silk shawl and a lavishly adorned hat.

"That's quite an elaborate outfit just to visit a tailor's shop," Winters remarked in surprise as he approached Kosha, "Aren't you hot? Auntie, you're not also wearing a corset, are you?"

"Silly boy, the tailor's shop is a woman's battlefield!" Kosha scolded her nephew with a glance, happily taking Winters' arm and stepping onto the carriage.