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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 13: The Chase

Winters had no idea what the mendicant monk actually said to the Protestants of the two villages, but Nanxin village and Beixin village suddenly became enthusiastic towards him.

Previously resistant to the priest of Wolf Town church, the villagers of both communities began to show reverence towards the old mendicant monk after listening to Brother Reed's sermons.

All the able-bodied men from the two villages signed up to join the bear hunting team, and the manpower for the search operation in the mountains suddenly became ample.

"What did you tell them?" Winters asked, quite curious, "You didn't trick them into thinking that I'm also a Protestant, did you?"

Seeing that the old charlatan still couldn't garner respect from Winters, the old monk was well aware of this. Because of this, the two could converse without any reservations.

The mendicant monk did not directly answer, "Are you planning to reclaim the land they've cultivated without permission?"