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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 81 Red Pine _2

The servant and master were coerced into an encampment formed by large wagons, where a gap-toothed pirate who had run down from atop a wagon saw the two men and walked over to the tall pirate with murderous eyes, gesturing a "chop" with his hand.

The tall pirate neither agreed nor disagreed, but bent down to pick up two cups from beside the campfire and handed them to the men.

"This… What do you mean by this?" Kalman was somewhat dizzy.

"Aren't you the ones asking for water to drink?"

"Oh, thank you, thank you." After thanking him repeatedly, Kalman took the cup but dared not drink. The terrified old servant Bok, however, took the cup and gulped it down in one go.

"Who are you?" the tall pirate asked with an expressionless face.

"Passers-by." Kalman cautiously answered, "We're just farmers from around here."

"Do farmers ride fine horses?" The tall pirate said with a half-smile.