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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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711 Chs

Chapter 22 "Roast" and "Test"_2

Sergei rubbed his eyes as he came over after a nap, yawning, he asked, "Is it ready?"

"No way, it's still early," Gerard replied.

Old Sergei fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a pipe, sitting on a small chair, patiently packing the bowl with shredded tobacco.

He stuffed, tamped it down, and repeated the process three times before he took a piece of burning wood from the fire pit, lit the tobacco, and began to puff away.

"Haven't had your fill of smoke today?" Gerard asked with a smile.

The strong scent of tobacco wafted through the smokehouse, detectable even from a great distance. Whether or not they were accustomed to smoking, everyone at the Mitchell's estate had their fill of smoke that day.

Sergei yawned again, "Otherwise, I get sleepy."

Winters heard footsteps nearby as Vashka and Pierre approached from the direction of the tobacco fields.

Sergei chided his son, "Little rascal, have you been slacking off?"