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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 · Fantasia
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435 Chs

Chapter 37 Autopsy Report_3

"Quick, take off that outfit and have a proper bath," Kosa wrinkled her nose and softly summoned the maid, "Marita Mum, please prepare some hot water for Master Winters."

"No need to trouble old Marita, I can just take a cold bath. I'm used to cold baths from the military academy," Winters's nature was not to inconvenience others.

"The well water is too cold, you'll get sick," Kosa ignored Winters's suggestion and gestured for the maid to continue boiling water.

She suddenly said happily, "How about accompanying me to the Mewah's after this [a famous tailor in Sea Blue City]? It has been quite a while since my last visit. We need to make you some new clothes; look at you, with nothing but military uniform to wear. That won't do."

At the very thought of going to the tailor's, Kosa's eyes lit up, and it was unclear why she was so delighted.