Say nothing more and continue copying and deciphering.
At this moment, Claude had a very urgent desire to know what was recorded in the diary later. Although this magic recipe book was just the diary of a low-level mage and there were no magic secrets in it, Claude
I feel as if I am peeling away the fog of history and seeing the truth of history.
...August 20, 3341 in the Nomad calendar, it was sunny, with a light rain in the evening.
Brother Davari came to see me in the evening and asked me to accompany him somewhere.
I didn't expect that the place he took me to was the camp of the transportation team.
What made me even more unexpected was that the person who greeted us in the big tent in the middle of the camp was actually him. The nobleman who commissioned me to improve the muskets. His name was Baron Riggs O. Hill. He was a man who provided magic for various regional magic associations.
As the largest supplier of stone, no wonder it can organize such a large transportation team.
Brother Davari hugged him tightly. I never knew their relationship could be so close.
He hopes that I can provide him with a very powerful explosive gunpowder, which is to combine the explosive magic crystal with the gunpowder barrel, and then input the magic power through runes to cause it to explode. Its power can be equivalent to the taboo of a nine-ring mage.
Magic - Annihilation Explosion.
This is also the purpose why Brother Davari brought me to see him.
I rejected his request, even though he said he would use this explosive gunpowder to mine.
He also took out the instructions from the Magic Deacons, which stated that he had to provide all kinds of magic stones to the Magic Deacons within three years. The quota was an astronomical figure. He said that he could not complete this task because he did not have any
There are so many manpower, material resources, and financial resources to complete, so I thought of asking me for help, hoping to use this kind of gunpowder to reduce the loss of manpower...
I didn't believe his guarantee at all. Five years ago, he hoped that I could provide an alchemical project that did not require the cooperation of a mage, and a musket manufacturing process that could be completed by ordinary blacksmiths through forging. I broke down the manufacturing steps of the musket and improved the barrel.
The forging formula and manufacturing process also allowed the musket to reach a range of two hundred meters according to his requirements...
At that time, I believed that this kind of musket would become a self-defense weapon for ordinary people to deal with wild beasts in the mountains and forests, as he said. But now muskets have become widespread on the continent of Farea and have become the most threatening weapon to mages.
I finally understood why he required the musket to have a range of two hundred meters...
Yes, why does the musket have a range of two hundred meters?
Claude also had doubts in his mind, but he was very excited now because he saw the name of another famous historical figure on this page of the diary. Baron Riggs O. Hill.
This name will be recorded in books about the history of Farea. He is the leader of the Brotherhood. He established the Brotherhood, an underground organization that resisted the evil magician, and set off a storm of uprisings across the continent against the rule of the evil magician.
, it was he who led the people of the mainland to finally expel the evil magicians from the continent of Farea after eight years of arduous struggle, and established the Armstrong Dynasty that unified the continent of Farea, enfeoffing three thousand nobles to guard the continent.
Everywhere...
It's just that the history books say that Riggs O. Hill is a stonemason leader. It doesn't say that he is a nobleman, nor that he is the largest supplier of magical stones in the continent... It seems that many historical truths have been buried in time.
in the long river...
Claude really wanted to continue copying and deciphering the eleventh page of the diary, but just now he did not go to bask in the moonlight after copying the tenth page of the diary, but immediately deciphered it. So now he thought it was better to lie on the roof and take notes.
The moonlight should be better, lest you accidentally exhaust your mental energy again and fall into that uncontrollable darkness again...
...August 21, 3341 in the Normartine Calendar, sunny.
Last night I rejected Baron Rigus O. Hill's request. Brother Davari didn't say a word. He just said goodbye to the baron and silently took me back to the tavern.
I didn't sleep well all night.
I went to see Brother Davari in the morning. There were some things I had to ask clearly.
Brother Davari seemed to know that I would go to him, so he let me into the room and immediately cast soundproofing magic.
I asked him if he told the baron? Because he was the only one who had seen the plan I designed to use magic crystals and runes to enhance the explosive power of gunpowder so that it could achieve forbidden magic effects.
Brother Davari nodded.
I'm very sad, I trust him so much, but he...
Brother Davari asked me to sit down with a sullen face. I have never seen him so serious.
He told me a story about a wandering child who fainted in the snow due to hunger and cold, and then a noble child rescued him. They grew up together, read and played. When the wandering child reached the age of fifteen,
When he was found to have a talent for magic, the aristocratic child spent a lot of money and favors to ask a certain great wizard to take the wanderer as a magic apprentice. More than twenty years later, the former wanderer has now become a five-ring mage.
I know that Brother Davari said that the wandering child in the story is himself. I asked, is Baron Riggs O. Hill the noble child?
Brother Davari replied, he is my elder brother.
I understand why he and the Baron were so close, and now I'm not angry.
But Brother Davari didn't let me leave. He sighed deeply and said to me that there are some things that I should know.
The rumors were true! I looked at him in disbelief and asked why?
I didn't expect the truth to be so cruel...
Brother Davari said that from the ancient barbaric era to the current era of magic, the world of Faslan has a history of more than five thousand years, and these five thousand years of history are all the history of magic.
In the ancient barbaric era, there were no fewer than two figures of magicians who became twelve-ring magicians on their way to becoming gods, such as the Archmage Saint-Normartin who created the magical calendar.
At that time, there were giant dragons flying in the sky and countless magical beasts on the ground.
But more than three thousand years have passed, and we can no longer see the shadow of giant dragons, and Warcraft can only find their traces in books and legends. Perhaps they can still hide in the primitive jungles inside the Nubisia continent.
There are a few Warcraft, but there are no more Warcraft in the Farea continent. Because their flesh, flesh, and fur are excellent magic materials, they cannot escape the hunting of mages.
All the continents and islands in the entire Faslan world have been exhausted by magicians for more than three thousand years. All the magical resources they can find.
To put it simply, our magical world is degenerating. In the Savage Age and the early Magic Age, there are many great mages above the tenth ring. But what about now? The Nine-ring Council is the highest level of our magicians, and there are only seven of them.
The Great Master of Nine Rings.
I asked Brother Davari, why does the Magic Deacons want to send us all to the Canberth plane? I heard that there are endless magic resources there...
Brother Davari smiled bitterly, they wanted to send us all to the Canberth plane, but we used to just be cannon fodder and coolies...
I never knew that in the world of Faslan, there are superior and inferior magicians.
The Council of Nine Rings was established more than a thousand years ago. At that time, there were still twenty-four Great Masters of Nine Rings.
They established twenty-four magic families and divided up all the magic resources in the Faslan world. Only their immediate relatives can get sufficient magic resources for training and promotion. They call themselves the Silver Magic Nobles, and they are based on blood.
Inheritance, the highest authority in the Faslan world, the Council of Nine Rings and the Magical Stewardship, are now in their hands.
No, I refute Brother Davari. If according to what he said, the magic world is controlled by those silver magic nobles, and they decide the distribution of magic resources, then he will not become a magic apprentice of a certain great mage.
And I will not be picked by a fisherman's son and trained to become a fourth-circle rune mage.
Brother Davari smiled helplessly and said that I was really lucky to be so simple.
The Silver Magic Nobles control the magic resources of the Faslan world. For more than a thousand years, their families have become larger and larger, with more and more relatives. However, these relatives do not mean that they all have magical talents. One in a hundred is a gift.
Something worth celebrating.
So although they control the top level of magicians, they still need countless low-level magicians to work for them and help them rule this Faslan world.
The magical world of Faslan is a pyramid structure. The silver magic nobles are the top corners, and we, the low-level mages below the fifth ring, are the base of the pyramid. They call us black iron mages...
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All black iron mages are stuck at the fifth-ring level. Without the help of a huge amount of precious magic resources, there is no way for a fifth-ring mage to be promoted, even if you are a magic genius. Those silver magic nobles would rather
Spending those magic resources on their less talented juniors will not help a black iron mage advance.
Because for them, helping a Black Iron Mage advance means one more divider of magic resources in the future, and no one wants to have one more competitor for power.
I suddenly remembered that Brother Davari was a five-ring mage ten years ago.
Is Baron Riggs O. Hill also a silver magic noble? I asked.
His ancestor was once, this can be seen from the word "Zun" in the middle of his name. Ao means arcane. Brother Davari replied that the Baron has the blood of the silver magic nobles, but he has no magic talent, it is not magic.
Master. His ancestors were the losers in the power struggle among the top wizards. The family was expelled from the Nine Rings Council and had long lost the right to allocate magic resources.
But isn't he the largest magic stone supplier in Farea? I asked.
Brother Davari shook his head with a wry smile. He said that the so-called magic stones now were not considered magic resources more than a thousand years ago, but could only be regarded as basic building materials. Nowadays, precious magic resources are becoming less and less, so this is not possible.
Don't think about these materials that have something to do with magic, and use them as much as possible.
Ten magic apprentices are now being recruited, and at least half of them will learn alchemical engineering and rune drawing, and become a rune mage like you. The reason is very simple. The Council of Nine Rings and the Magic Deacons want to use alchemical engineering and rune drawing.
To achieve the problem of not using or reducing the use of those precious magic resources. It is best to use low-level magic materials instead of high-level magic materials.
I returned to my room in a daze. The truths told by Brother Davari were a huge blow to me. I never thought that the world of magicians would be so complicated...
It wasn't until I was lying on the bed tossing and turning that I couldn't fall asleep that I suddenly remembered something. I forgot to ask Brother Davari that Baron Rigus O. Hill wanted the magic crystal and rune-enhanced explosive gunpowder.
What exactly do you want to do?
So tired...
Claude was exhausted, not only his hands were tired, but he was also mentally exhausted. He never expected that this eleven-page diary would be so long, with two pages full of recipes.
Claude copied and deciphered, and it took more than two hours to translate this entire diary page into Hebraic.
This hard work was not in vain, the information contained in this page of the diary was enough to leave a complete impression of the magical world to Claude.