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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
705 Chs

Chapter 21: The Blacksmith and the Roast Pig_3

Winters saw an amusing scene: Mrs. Mitchell and her little daughter were driving a horse cart laden with iron-hooped barrels. It seemed they were on their way to deliver drinks to the people working in the tobacco fields.

Everyone else was busy, and the two ladies did not appear to be skilled at driving horses.

The heavy draft horse, with thick skin and flesh, was unabashedly nibbling the wheat in the roadside fields, utterly indifferent to the whip's lashes from Mrs. Mitchell and her daughter and not showing the slightest intention to move forward.

Seeing this, Winters immediately went forward to help. He wasn't skilled at driving either, but he could manage to lead the horse by the bridle and move forward.

When they reached the tobacco fields, Mitchell's coachman saw the lieutenant leading the horse and quickly ran over to take over from Winters.

Mrs. Mitchell smiled in thanks to Winters, while Miss Mitchell nearly buried her face in her mother's arm.