It turns out that there are nobility and high status in the world of magicians. Silver bloodline and black iron mage are not the fantasy novels I read on the Internet in my previous life. Magicians pursue the truth and explore knowledge.
Mysteries are all bullshit.
Claude was still lying on the roof basking in the moonlight. The copying and deciphering of the eleventh page of the diary on the magic recipe made him feel a little tired. To be on the safe side, he decided to take a rest first.
It's just that the impact of this eleventh page of the diary on him was too great. It simply overturned the impression he got of magicians from online novels. He originally thought that a magician was a mysterious symbol of omnipotence.
, any problem can be easily solved by just chanting a few spells, which is a representative of that kind of extraordinary power...
But I didn't expect that when the magician level was low, he would still have to work for a high-level magician, and even become cannon fodder and coolie, and would be unable to advance in level due to lack of magic resources. This was different from the philosophy he learned when he was in college in his previous life.
In class, isn’t the development of capital society demonstrated by dialectical materialism the same?
When the upper class has the right to allocate social resources, the lower class will always be in a position of being squeezed and exploited. They will lose the opportunity to climb up their social status to the upper class. This is because vested interest groups will eliminate any support for their interests and interests.
The challenge posed by social status is another mode of predatory behavior in the social jungle, just like wild animals occupying their own territory.
That's probably what I mean, maybe the expression is not quite correct. After all, I went to university in my previous life, and it was nearly ten years since I graduated. At that time, philosophy classes were boring, and I often skipped classes. But now that I think about it, I feel that it was very useful.
The principle is applicable even in this magical world.
But think about it, in the past life, in the peaceful era, it only took thirty years for my motherland to become the largest economic entity on the blue star, catching up with the self-proclaimed world's largest superpower. All of this
It was all carried out under the interference of those international hostile forces. Because it was not familiar with international rules, it suffered a lot of dumb losses since the beginning of reform and opening up. However, my motherland still worked hard to catch up, and even forced it to do so in the end.
Those international organizations that claim to be impartial have to slap themselves in the face and change their rules to deal with it...
But at the same time, the price of becoming the largest economic entity on Blue Star is the extremely sharp increase in resource demand. Before the time traveler came to this other world and became Claude, half of Blue Star's mineral raw material resources were exported to the motherland.
These resource producing areas are all in the hands of international mineral groups. While the motherland's economy is taking off, these international mineral groups have also gained the greatest benefits. Just like leeches, they lie on the motherland's body and suck blood, and they will continue to do so.
to suck blood.
Thirty years of peaceful economic development have transformed a country with a large population from a resource exporting country to the world's largest resource importing country. So compared to this Faslan world, the magical civilization era of more than three thousand years has exhausted the entire
It is not unimaginable that most of the world's magic resources are available. Especially the magicians of that era had no concept of renewable utilization and sustainable development, so those silver magic nobles who were at the top and controlled the distribution of magic resources would naturally
To suppress the development of the black iron mages at the lower levels.
No wonder Brother Davari in the diary said that the era of magical civilization is degenerating.
This is just like modern civilized society. Under the crisis of energy depletion, finding alternative energy sources has become an urgent matter. The magician's response in the diary is to find another plane with rich magic resources, but this plane is not suitable for magic.
It’s a bit difficult for teachers...
Well, this situation seems like that cartoon I watched on TV in my previous life. What was it called? A few small robots drove a toilet-like spaceship to search for some kind of endless energy in the universe...
After thinking wildly for a long time, Claude cheered up and returned to the attic to continue copying and deciphering the diary on the twelfth day, which was the thirteenth page of the magic recipe.
...August 22, 3341 in the Normartine Calendar, sunny.
The messenger finally came today, and he brought the latest instructions from the Magic Deacons, requiring us to arrive in St. Pat's City before the end of the month.
The Wuhuan Master of the Provisional Executive Committee hosted a banquet for the messenger on behalf of all the mages on standby in Jinshuilu Town. Senior Brother Davari also attended the banquet.
After returning, Brother Davari summoned a group of eight of us and told us the confirmed news.
After we arrive in San Pas City, we will conduct a thorough maintenance of the Babel Tower for half a month, and then be sent to the Canberth plane as the first batch of dispatched personnel, with the purpose of building a magic base camp there, and all
The basic building materials are sent from San Pas City through the Tower of Babel.
Now I know why Baron Rigus O. Hill organized such a huge magic stone transportation team.
Why not quarry the building's foundation stone on site? Clemento asked.
There are not enough manpower. Brother Davari replied in a low tone.
But everyone seemed to understand something, there was nothing more to say, and the meeting soon ended.
Jinshuilu Town quickly became chaotic. Many mages were shouting and yelling in the streets like madmen. They kept pouring wine into their mouths. Some even threw fireballs. Several houses were turned into fires.
.The strange thing is that the Provisional Executive Committee was indifferent and allowed them to do whatever they wanted.
They were venting. Airya said that actually everyone knew that going to the Canberth plane was a dead end, but no one dared to disobey the orders of the Magic Deacons.
Is the Canberth plane really that scary?
It’s not scary, but it’s fatal. Airiya said with a wry smile, the seven nine-ring masters of the Nine-ring Council, and more than forty masters of seven rings and above, almost all the high-end magic power in our Faslan world
They all went to the Canberth plane, but in the past year and a half, they couldn't even control a goblin tribe and a kobold tribe there. They couldn't even mine the most basic stone materials, and they still needed us to teleport them here.
Manpower and materials. You can think about it. What low-level mages like us could do in the past was nothing more than cannon fodder and coolies. Everyone knows very well...
I wanted to find Brother Davari, but I couldn't find him. I wonder if he went to the transportation team again.
Rest, go to the roof to bask in the moonlight, and continue copying and deciphering after an hour.
...August 23, 3341 in the Normartine Calendar, sunny.
In the afternoon, Baron Riggs O. Hill went to the tavern to visit Brother Davari.
Brother Davari pulled me into his room.
The baron once again asked me to give him the plan for the magic crystal explosive gunpowder.
I rejected his request again. I told him that the method of exploding gunpowder was not practical for him because he needed to input magic power into the runes to detonate it. He was not a magician and had no magic power.
Brother Davari suddenly spoke and said he could use it. I was stunned...
Brother Davari told me that he asked me to give him the configuration plan of the magic crystal explosive gunpowder. It would be useful to him, and he hoped to help him because of our friendship over so many years.
What do you want to do? I asked in surprise.
I'm going to blow up the Tower of Babel. Brother Davari replied.
Are you crazy? If the room hadn't been soundproofed, I believe the whole town could have heard my screams.
I will not go to the Canberth plane and blow up the Tower of Babel, then none of us will go. But I am just a fifth-ring mage, and my spell power has no effect on the Tower of Babel. And the one you designed
The power of the magic crystal explosive gunpowder is equivalent to the forbidden spell of the nine-ring mage - annihilation explosion. The Tower of Babel will definitely not be able to withstand it. Brother Davari said calmly.
But you will be caught. The people from the Magic Deacons are in St. Pas City, and they will not let you go... At this moment, I only care about the safety of Brother Davari. It was he who transformed me from a fisherman's child.
Brought into the world of magic. Without him, I would have been bullied so much in the Magic Tower... Also, my parents and siblings are still in the small fishing village, and I don't want to leave them and go to the Canberth plane...
They don't want to catch Davari. The baron on the side said, do you think the 50,000 troops I brought are really here to transport those magic stones? In fact, what Davari wants to blow up is not the Tower of Babel, but St. Patriarch.
The magic barrier of San Pas City. As long as the magic barrier is blown up, my fifty thousand horses will immediately turn into musketeers and attack San Pas City. Once the city is captured, there will be plenty of time to blow up the Tower of Babel...
What...I felt dizzy for a while, he wanted to occupy St. Pas City...that is the magical holy land in the minds of our mages...
Why are you doing this... I shook my head and tried to calm down. I had to be patient when talking to the madman and not irritate him.
The baron said nothing, but handed me a warrant.
This is a formal order issued by the Magic Deacons, requiring the Baron to recruit and train 30,000 musketeers within one year, and recruit 10,000 young women to go to San Pas City.
They want to teleport these young men and women to the Canberth plane. The magic base camp you are going to build is mainly to expand the teleportation array interface there to accept the arrival of these young men and women. The baron said.
Are they crazy? I subconsciously said that it is said that the combat power of a rabbit over there is comparable to that of a five-ring mage here. Teleporting these ordinary young and strong men and women is simply sending them to death... even if they are all on fire
The gunman can only hunt rabbits when he gets there...
They are not crazy, this is the revelation they got from the goblin tribe over there. It is said that the goblins over there are the weakest among the monsters, but because they can give birth, the tribe is huge and can effectively frighten and resist the enemy... So they
I want to learn from the goblin tribe and recruit young men and women to thrive there, but these 40,000 people are only the first batch...
By the way, I have some news for you. The master of our magic tower, the Seventh Ring Master of Lornk, is dead. He died at the hands of a kobold tribe wizard. Brother Davari said.
This world is so crazy. Brother Davari wants to blow up the Tower of Babel, the Baron wants to attack St. Pas City, and the Magic Deacons will actually recruit 40,000 young men and women to go to the Canberth plane without reliable security protection.
, is this delivering food to the goblins? The master of our magic tower, the Seven-ring Archmage, who can only look up from above, will die in the hands of a kobold... I must be having a nightmare...
You... If you want to attack St. Pas City, the ninth-level mages of the Canberth plane and the seven-level and above mages will be teleported back immediately... I told the baron that I believe this is definitely not the case for him.
What good news.
The baron laughed. Was he mocking me?
They will never come back.
Why?
Haha, you don’t know, to teleport a person from the Tower of Babel to the Canberth plane, we only need to spend ten units of magic crystals, but in the Canberth plane, if the ten units of magic crystals are multiplied by ten, they only need to spend ten units of magic crystals.
Can send back a letter. If you want to send someone back, it would require an astronomical number of magic crystals. With their ability, they simply cannot do this. This is a limitation of the laws of the plane. So until now, only
Maybe the magic resources are sent here for them to consume...
Oh...the laws of planes...I forgot about this. No wonder I only heard that a certain great mage went to the Canberth plane, but never heard of anyone coming back...
But there is also a Magic Deacon Association in St. Pat's City, and a magic crystal cannon... I murmured.
There are currently only two seven-ring archmages in the Magic Deacons Association. The remaining dozen have gone to the Canberth plane for reinforcements. They have also taken the sixteen magic crystal cannons arranged on the city walls and magic towers with them.
The plane of Canberth is said to be the request of the Nine Ring Archmage. Without the magic crystal cannon, they can't even sleep well there...
So this is the moment when the defense of St. Pas City is weakest. Even the Seventh Ring Archmage is also afraid of the concentrated fire attack of our muskets. In addition to my 50,000 troops, I also arranged two other groups, a total of three
There are more than 10,000 people. As long as the magic barrier of San Pas City explodes, we will immediately launch an attack.
I was convinced by him. I didn’t want to go to the Canberth plane either. That would never come back... I also wanted to see my parents and brothers and sisters... I gave the baron the configuration plan for the magic crystal explosive gunpowder.