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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 33 Land_3

But beyond preparing farming tools, Lieutenant Bard made no other moves.

He did not confiscate the estates' produce, nor did he order the displaced people to work the fields directly, and he wouldn't even meet with the visiting landowners.

As the planting window for winter crops shrank day by day, he still held his forces in check.

He was waiting, waiting for the outcome at Revodan.

Finally, after an agonizing wait, the first light of dawn broke over the horizon.

"Lieutenant Bard!" Anglu shouted as he ran into Bard's tent, "We won! A great victory!"

The young groom was so excited that he trembled, yet Bard's demeanor remained as calm as usual.

He took the letter, read it from beginning to end, and finally could not help but say "Good" three times in a row.

What Bard received was the first letter sent to him by Winters after he had met with Tang Juan.

More victory reports were still on their way.

"Anglu!" Bard bellowed.

"Yes!" The groom snapped to attention.