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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 61 The Guard Corridor_3

Anna paused for a moment, then sat down beside the stone platform and took a small sip, "Sweet?"

"Sweet beer, it's not hopped, so it can't be kept for very long, it's always brewed and sold on the spot." Winters took a large gulp himself, "When I was at Lu You, I always came here with friends to drink sweet beer. I didn't expect that six years later, that beer lady would still be selling this stuff."

As he spoke, Winters took another gulp and smacked his lips, "It just tastes a bit different, though. In my memory, it was always tastier."

"Do you still come here to drink sweet beer with your friends?" Anna, holding her cup with both hands, sipped it gently and asked Winters.

Winters thought of Benwei, who was hiding out in a farmstead on the outskirts, and shook his head, "Not now, my friend is... quite busy."

A gentle breeze blew as the two sat silently in the corridor, drinking the sweet beer.