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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
751 Chs

Chapter 106 Blood Wolf_2

Finally, Albert surreptitiously passed a small pouch of Gold Coins to the stranger military officer's hand.

The officer's action, however, gave him a big scare. He shook the pouch, hearing the crisp sound inside, and squinted his eyes to retort, "Bribing a gendarme? Am I also supposed to write you a receipt?"

Albert was startled, and in his moment of helplessness, he sadly thought, "This is outright robbery."

He had just given his biggest bargaining chip to the other party, but luckily the officer didn't make things more difficult for him.

"That will do," the stranger military officer huffed, pocketing the Gold Coins and casually asked, "Where is that gold-toothed robber locked up?"

...

Under the west city wall, in a secluded corner, stood the silent Kingsfort city guard prison.

Though called a prison, it was actually just a few dilapidated bungalows.