Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 22 The Truth

Don't say anything, keep copying and decoding.

This would give Claude an urgent desire to know what was in the diary at the end. Although this magic recipe was just a diary of a low-level magician, and there was no magic secret in it, Claude felt like she was opening up the mist of history and seeing the truth about history.

… On August 20, 3341, the Normatin calendar was clear, with a light rain in the evening.

Brother Davary came to me at night and asked me to accompany him somewhere.

I didn't think he was taking me to that convoy camp.

What's even more unexpected is that he's the one who greeted us in the middle of the camp, the nobleman who commissioned me to improve the guns, his name is Riggs. Baron O. Hill, the largest supplier of magic stones to magic societies in all regions, no wonder he organized such a large convoy.

Brother Davary hugged him tightly, and I never knew how close their relationship would be.

He hopes I can provide him with a very powerful explosive powder that combines a bursting crystal with a powder barrel, and then explodes it by typing magic into it through the script, which is as powerful as the taboo magic of the Nine Rings Mage - the annihilation of the explosion.

That's why Brother Davary brought me here to see him.

I refused his request, even if he said he was using this explosive powder to mine.

He also gave instructions from the Magic Council, which he was required to provide within three years with all sorts of magic stones, a quota of astronomical figures. He said he couldn't do this task because he didn't have that much human and material resources and the financial resources to do it. That's why he wanted to ask me for help. I hope to use this powder to reduce the loss of human resources...

I have no faith in his assurance that five years ago he wanted me to offer a method of making guns that would not require the cooperation of a magician, and that ordinary blacksmiths could do so by forging. I broke down the manufacturing steps of the gun, improved the forged formulation and manufacturing process of the barrel, and allowed the gun to reach a range of 200 meters according to his requirements...

I was convinced that such guns would become, as he said, a defensive weapon for ordinary people against beasts in the mountains and forests. But firearms are now pervasive on the Farea continent, becoming the most threatening weapon for magistrates.

I finally understand why he demanded that the range of the gun reach 200 meters...

Yeah, why would a gun have a range of 200 meters?

Claude also had doubts in his mind, but he was excited because he saw the name of another famous historical figure in his journal on this page. Riggs. Baron O'Hill.

The name will be recorded in the book on the history of the Farea continent. He is the leader of the Brotherhood. He founded the Brotherhood, an underground organization that fought against evil magicians, and started an uprising storm against evil magicians throughout the continent. After eight years of hard struggle, he led the people of the continent to expel evil magicians from the Farea continent, and established the Amslang dynasty of the Unified Farea continent, divided into 3,000 aristocratic towns to guard all parts of the continent...

It's just that the history books say Riggs. O. Hill is a stonemason chief, not saying he is an aristocrat, not saying he is the largest supplier of magical stones on the continent... it seems that many historical truths are buried in the long river of time...

Claude wanted to continue copying and deciphering the eleventh page of the diary, but he didn't go to the moonlight just now after copying the tenth page of the diary, but deciphered it immediately. So he thinks it would be better to lie on the roof and look at the moonlight before accidentally exhausting his mental powers again to get himself into that uncontrollable darkness...

… 21 Aug 3341 Normatin, Clear.

I turned down Riggs last night. At Baron O. Hill's request, Brother Davary didn't say a word, he just said goodbye to the Baron and took me back to the tavern silently.

I haven't slept well all night.

I'm going to see Brother Davary in the morning. I have to ask him something.

Cousin Davary seemed to know that I would go to him, let me in the room, and immediately cast soundproofing magic.

I asked him, did he tell the Baron? Because he's the only one who's ever seen the program I designed to use magic crystals and symbols to enhance the explosive power of gunpowder so that it can achieve a contra-indicated magic effect.

Brother Davary nodded.

I am sad, I trust him so much, but he...

Brother Davary's shady face made me sit down, and I've never seen him so serious.

He told me a story about a stray child who fainted in the snow in cold and hunger, and then an aristocratic child saved him, and they grew up together, reading, playing. By the time the stray child reached the age of fifteen, he was discovered to have a magical gift, and the aristocratic child spent a great deal of money and love inviting a great magician to take the stray child as a magic apprentice. More than twenty years later, the old stray child has now become a five-ring magician.

I know Brother Davary tells the story that the stray is himself, I ask, Riggs. Is Baron O'Hill the nobleman?

Brother Davary replied that he was my brother.

I understand why he was so close to the Baron, and now I'm not angry.

But Brother Davary didn't let me leave, and he sighed and said to me, something should come to my attention.

The rumors are true! I couldn't believe it. Look at him. Ask him why.

I didn't expect the truth to be so cruel...

Brother Dawari said that the Farsi world had more than 5,000 years of history, from the ancient and barbaric times to the present magical times, and that more than 5,000 years of history belonged to magic.

In ancient and barbaric times, there were no fewer than two digits of magicians who became twelve ring magicians on the path to becoming gods, such as the Grand Mage of San Normatin, who created the age magic calendar.

In those days, the sky was dancing with dragons, and there were countless warcraft on the earth.

But more than 3,000 years later, we can no longer see the dragons, and warcraft can only look for their traces in books and legends. Perhaps a few more beasts may be hiding in the pristine jungles inside the Nubian continent, but in the Farea there are no more beasts, because their flesh and flesh are excellent magic materials, so they cannot escape the hunting and hunting of the magicians.

All the continents and islands of the entire French world have been depleted by magicians for more than 3,000 years of all the magical resources they can find.

Simply put, our magical world is degrading, and in the wild and early magical times, there are more than ten rings of archmages everywhere, but now? The Nine Rings Council is the highest rank of our magicians, and they are just seven Nine Rings Mages.

I asked Brother Davary, and that's why the Magic Council wanted to send us all to Campbell? I hear there are endless magic resources there...

Brother Davary laughed bitterly, they were going to send us all to Campbell, but we used to just do the ashes and the hard work...

I never knew, in the French world, magicians had a high score.

More than a thousand years ago, the Nine Rings Council was established, and then there were twenty-four Nine Rings Grand Mages.

They built twenty-four magical houses, dividing all the magical resources of the Faslan world. Only their immediate family members can be provided with sufficient magical resources to nurture and promote the ranks. They claim to be the nobility of silver magic, inherited from blood, and now the supreme authority in the French world, the Ninth Ring Council and the Magic Council, are in their hands.

No, I refute that Brother Davary, if, as he says, the magical world is in the hands of those silver magical nobles who decide on the distribution of magical resources, then he will not be a magical apprentice of some archmage, and I will not be chosen by the son of a fisherman to become a four-ring magician.

Cousin Davary laughed helplessly and said I was so innocent and happy.

Silver magic aristocrats hold the magical resources of the Faslan world. For more than a thousand years, their families have grown larger and more relatives, but these relatives do not represent magical gifts, and one in a hundred is a celebration.

So while they control the top magicians, they also need countless lower-level magicians to run for them and help them to rule this fashionable world.

The magic world of Faslan is a pyramid structure, and the silver magic aristocracy is the apex of the top, and our low-level magicians below the five-rings are the bases on which the pyramids are built. They call us Black Iron Mages...

All black iron magicians stop at the level of five rings. Without the help of a huge number of precious magical resources, there is no way for the five rings magicians to be promoted up again, even if you are a magical genius. Those silver magic aristocrats would rather spend those magic resources on their less gifted offspring than on helping a black iron magician get promoted.

Because for them, helping a black iron magician to advance means having one more divider in magic resources in the future, and no one is willing to have one more rights contender.

I suddenly remembered that Brother Davary was a five-ring magician 10 years ago.

So, Riggs. Is Baron O'Hill also a silver magic nobleman? I asked.

His ancestors used to be, as can be seen from the name in the middle. Oh, that means O.J. Brother Davary replied that the Baron had the blood of a silver magical nobleman, but he had no magical gift, not a magician. His ancestors had been the losers in the high power struggle of the Mage, and his family had long lost its right to the distribution of magical resources by being expelled from the Nine Rings Council.

But isn't he the biggest supplier of magic stones in Farea? I asked.

Brother Dawari shook his head with a bitter smile and said that the so-called magic stones, which were not magical resources more than a thousand years ago, could only count as basic building materials. Today, there are fewer and fewer precious magic resources, which makes it necessary to come up with these materials that are somewhat related to magic and use them as much as possible.

Ten magic apprentices are now enrolled, at least half of them to study alchemy and scribbling, and become a scribbler just like you. The reason is simple: the Nine Rings Council and the Magic Council want to use alchemy and symbolism to achieve the problem of not using or reducing the share of those precious magical resources. It is best to replace the use of advanced magic materials with low-level magic materials.

I fainted back to my room. Brother Dawari said these are really a huge blow to me. I never thought the world of the high magician would be so complicated...

It wasn't until I was lying in bed, rolling over and over that I couldn't sleep that I suddenly remembered one thing, and I forgot to ask Brother Davary, Regs. What exactly does Baron O'Hill want with that magic crystal and the spell-enhanced explosive powder?

So tired...

Claude was tired, not only of his hands, but also of his spirit. How could he have guessed that the 11-page diary would be so long that it would be two pages full of recipes?

It took Claude more than two hours to copy and decipher the page diary and translate it all into Hebrew.

This effort is not in vain, and the journal on this page contains enough information to impress Claude with a complete magic world.