Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 23: Intrigue

It turns out that the world of magicians also has nobility and subordinate status. Silver blood, black iron magicians, are not the fantasy novels that they saw on the Internet in their previous lives. What magicians pursue is the truth. What they explore is the mystery of knowledge, which is bullshit.

Claude, who would still be lying on the roof in the moonlight, wrote and deciphered the diary on page 11 of the magic recipe, making his spirit a little tired, so he decided to take a break for the sake of safety.

It's just that the eleventh page of the diary was a little too shocking for him, and it really upset the magician's impression he got from the online novel. He thought a magician was a mysterious symbol of omnipotence. Any problem could easily be solved with just a few spells. He was a representative of that extraordinary power...

But I didn't think that when the magician level was low, he had to work for a higher level magician, and even become cannon ash and hard work, but also because of the scarcity of magic resources, he could not be promoted to a higher level. Isn't this the same as in the philosophy class he studied in college in his previous life, where he recognized the development of capitalist society as demonstrated by materialism?

When the upper classes have the right to allocate social resources, the lower classes will always be squeezed and exploited, and they will lose the opportunity to ascend their social status to the upper classes. Because vested interest groups eliminate any challenge to their interests and social status, which is another pattern of weak predation in the social jungle, as if the beast circle were occupying its own territory.

That's what I think it means, maybe not quite right. After all, it was a university in a previous life, and it had been nearly a decade since I graduated myself. Philosophy classes were boring and often skipped classes. But now I think about it, and it makes a lot of sense. Even in this magical different world, it works.

But imagine, in the years of peace, our own homeland, after only 30 years, became the largest economic entity on the Blue Star, catching up with that self-proclaimed world superpower. All this has also been done under the chaos of those international hostile forces. Because of unfamiliarity with international rules, how much dumbness has been eaten since the beginning of reform and opening up, but his own country has caught up in silence and even eventually forced those international organizations that claim to be just to change the rules themselves…

At the same time, however, the cost of becoming the largest economic entity on Blue Star was a dramatic increase in resource demand. Until the crossers arrived at this heresy as Claude, half of Blue Star's mineral ral-material resources were exported to their homeland, and those resource regions were in the hands of those international mineral groups, which, while the homeland's economy took off, also benefited the most, like a leech, who lay down on their homeland to suck blood and continue to suck blood.

Thirty years of peaceful economic development have transformed a large demographic Power from the original resource-exporting Power to the world's largest resource-importing country. It is not inconceivable, then, that, in contrast to the Farsian world, more than 3,000 years of magical civilization have consumed much of the world's magical resources. Especially since the magicians of that era had no idea of renewable use and sustainable development, the silver magic aristocracy, which was at the top of the hierarchy, naturally suppressed the development of the black iron magicians at the bottom.

No wonder Brother Davary in the diary said that the age of magic civilization was degenerating.

As in modern civilized societies, in a crisis of energy depletion, finding alternative sources of energy is an urgent matter. And the magician's response in the diary is to find another place rich in magic resources, but this one is a bit hard for the magicians...

Well, it looks like that cartoon I saw on TV in my past life. What's its name? A few little robots drive a toilet-like spaceship looking for endless energy in the universe...

After half a day of wild thinking, Claude returned to the attic and continued to copy and decipher the twelfth day of the diary, the thirteenth page of the magic recipe.

… 22 August 3341, Normartin, Clear.

Today's messenger finally arrives, and he brings us the latest instructions from the Magic Council to arrive in the city of San Paz by the end of the month.

The five ring magician of the Interim Executive Council hosted the messenger on behalf of all the magicians standing by in the town of Kim Shui Lu, with the participation of Brother Dawari.

When I got back, Brother Davary assembled eight people from our line to tell us what had been confirmed.

Upon our arrival in the city of San Paz, we will carry out a thorough maintenance of the Thong Tian Tower for a period of half a month, which will then be transferred as the first dispatched personnel to Campus, where a magical base camp will be built, and all infrastructure materials will be transferred from the city of San Paz through the Tower.

Now I know that Riggs. Why did Baron O'Hill organize such a huge convoy of magical stones?

Why not locally mine the foundational stones for buildings? Clemondo asked.

Not enough people. Brother Davari answered in a low tone.

But everyone seemed to understand something, nothing more to say, and the meeting soon ended.

Kim Shui Lu Town quickly broke loose, many magicians screamed and shouted in the street, like lunatics, kept pouring alcohol into their mouths, and even people threw fireballs and several houses became fire piles. Curiously, the Provisional Executive Council was indifferent, leaving them to do nothing.

They're leaking. Alia said that, in fact, everyone knew that going to Campbell was a dead end, but no one dared to disobey the Magic Council's orders.

Isn't Campbell really that scary?

It's not horrible, it's necessarily death. Alia laughed bitterly and said that the seven Nine-Ring Grand Mages of the Nine-Ring Council and more than forty Seven Ring Grand Mages, almost all the high-end magical forces in our Farsi world, went to Campbell, but for a year and a half, not even an elite tribe and a doghead tribe there could do anything to extract the most elementary stones, and we need to deliver people and materials to them here. Think about what we junior magicians could have done in the past. It's nothing more than cannon ash and hard work. Everyone knows very well...

I was looking for Brother Davary, but I didn't find him. I wonder if he went to the convoy again.

Rest, moonlight on the roof, and continue to copy and decipher after an hour.

… Aug. 23, 3341 Normartin, Clear.

Afternoon, Riggs. Baron O. Hill went to the tavern to see Brother Davary.

Brother Davary dragged me into his room.

Once again, the Baron asked me to give him the magic crystal explosive powder scheme.

I refused his request again, and I told him that the explosive powder scheme was not practical to him, because it required entering magic into the script to detonate, and he was not a magician and had no magic.

Brother Davary suddenly opened his mouth and said he could use it. I stunned...

Brother Dawari said to me, let me give him the configuration plan for the Magic Crystal explosive powder. He was useful and wanted to help him in all these years of affection.

What do you want to do? I asked amazingly.

I'm gonna blow up the sky tower. Brother Davary replied.

Are you out of your mind? If it wasn't for the soundproofing in the room, I'm sure the whole town would have heard me scream.

I'm not going to Campbell, blow up the Tower, and we're not going anywhere. But I'm just a five-ring magician, and my spell power has no effect on the Tower. And that magic crystal explosive powder you designed, it's the same power as the Nine Rings Master's taboo spell —— annihilate the explosion, and the Tower of Heaven will certainly not bear it. Brother Davary said calmly.

But you will be caught, the people of the Magic Council are in San Paz City, and they will not let you go... I am only concerned about Brother Davary's safety at this moment, it is he who brought me from a fisherman's child into the magical world. Without him, I don't know how much bullying I'm going to get in the magic tower... and my parents and brothers and sisters are still in the small fishing village, and I don't want to leave them for any Canvas positions...

They're not going to catch Davary. The baron next to me said, "Do you really think I brought 50,000 men and horses to transport those magical stones?" In fact, Davari is not going to blow up the Tower of Heaven, but the magic barrier in the city of San Paz. As soon as the magic barrier is blown, my 50,000 men will soon become musketeers and attack the city of San Paz. After occupying the city pool, there is time to blow up the Tower...

What... I was dizzy and he wanted to occupy the city of St. Pais... it was a magical sanctuary in the eyes of our magician...

Why are you doing this... I shook my head, tried to calm myself down, talked to the lunatic a little patiently and couldn't stimulate him.

The baron didn't speak, just handed me a warrant.

This is an official order issued by the Magic Council requiring the Baron to collect and train 30,000 musketeers within a year and to recruit 10,000 young women to San Paz City.

They're going to send these young men and women to Campus, and you're going to build a magic camp, mainly to expand the transmission array interface over there, to accept the arrival of these young men and women. Baron said.

Are they crazy? I subconsciously said that one rabbit over there is said to have more fighting power than a five-ring magician here, and sending these ordinary young men and women to die... even if they are musketeers, they can only hit rabbits when they get there...

They're not crazy. That's what they got from the Goblin tribe over there. The goblins over there are said to be the weakest of the monsters, but because of their ability to live, the tribes are huge and can effectively deter and resist the enemy... so they want to learn about the goblin tribes and recruit young and strong men and women to thrive there, and these 40,000 people are only the first...

By the way, the owner of our magic tower, the Great Mage of the Seventh Circle of Ronk, is dead, at the hands of a tribal wizard of a dog-headed man. Brother Davary said.

The world is so crazy, Brother Davali is going to blow up the Tower of Heaven, the Baron is going to attack the city of San Paz, the magic council will recruit 40,000 young men and women to Campbell without reliable security protection, is this a food delivery for the goblins? The master of our magic tower, the Great Master of the Seven Rings, who can only look up high, will die in the hands of a dog headman... I must be having nightmares...

You… you are going to attack the city of San Paz, and the Grand Master of the Ninth Ring and the Grand Master of the Seventh Ring and above at Campus will send it right back… I say to the Baron that I believe this is definitely not good news for him.

The baron laughed. Is he mocking me?

They'll never come back.

Why is that?

Oh, you don't know, transferring a person from the Tower of Heaven to the Campus surface, we only spend ten units of Magic Crystal, but at the Campus surface, ten units of Magic Crystal is multiplied by ten, and they can only send back one letter. It takes astronomically numerical magic crystals to bring people back. By their abilities, they simply cannot do this, which is a limitation of the one-sided rule. So until now, it's the only way to convey magic resources past them to consume...

Oh... the rule of position... I forgot this, no wonder I only heard of a certain archmage who went to Campbell but never heard of anyone who came back...

But St. Pais also has a magic council, and a magic cannon… I muttered.

The Magic Council is now home to only two Grand Mages of the Seventh Ring, and the remaining dozen have gone to Canvas to reinforce them. Sixteen Crystal Cannons, arranged on the walls of the city and on the Magic Tower, have also been taken to Canvas, allegedly at the request of the Grand Mage of the Ninth Ring. Without the magic cannon, they can't even sleep well there...

So this is the weakest moment in San Paz City, and even the Great Mage of the Seven Rings is equally afraid of our firecracker attacks. In addition to my 50,000 horses on this road, I have arranged two other horses, totalling more than 30,000, which we will attack as soon as the magic barrier in San Paz City explodes.

I was persuaded, and I didn't want to go to Campbell, which was never going back… I also wanted to see my parents and siblings… I gave the Baron the formula for configuring the Magic Crystal explosive powder.