Yin Zidian

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...

Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Winters thought of Tang Juan and Moritz and said with embarrassment, "I am actually the dagger; it's the one hidden behind that is the lethal sword."


"Youth is truly a terrifying force," Ronald said with some sentiment, then asked, "How is Lieutenant Colonel Zibeer from Vernge County doing?"


Ronald let out a long sigh but comforted Winters instead, "Only the dead do not suffer the calamity of the sword and spear; these things are unavoidable, don't dwell on them too much."


The two chatted idly for a few more sentences, but there was nothing more to say.


Winters stood up, "Do you have any letters that you need me to take back?"


"Just in time, I have three." Ronald carefully took out two letters and hastily finished writing the third one on the table, handing them all to Winters, "Please give them to my wife."


Ronald handed over the letters without sealing or folding them.


Chapter 40: Prison_2