On the road behind the door, a convoy of several four-wheeled carriages was moving at full speed along the dirt avenue, even catching up with the horses and riders in front.

Each cart was equipped with a magician who constantly cast spells to strengthen and reduce the weight of the carriage. Their job was to change horses and travel without stopping, to send these captives and booty to the imperial capital of Garcia.

In order to ensure efficiency, the mages of the Magic Association strictly implemented three shifts, and every short break for meals, a team of mages would get out of the carriage carrying goods and go to sleep in the back car with seats. And the magician who rested the longest took their place.

Prancy, a newcomer to the Rune Institute, is the lucky one who is newly married and promoted, and he doesn't yet know that he has picked up a life from behind the portal. But he still has trouble sleeping in the carriage. Although the carriage now had a cushion of air under the wheels of the man, and it was almost suspended in the air, with very few bumps, it was still difficult for him to sleep.

He had copied the list of this time during the last shift change, and sent it back to the Magic Guild with the messenger demon, his owl, because he couldn't sleep. The advance grasp of the information made it possible for the Magic Association to get a piece of the spoils before they entered the imperial capital. As for the tragic reports such as the death of the forward general Collins who had not yet reached the imperial capital, this group of magicians galloping on the dirt road did not know. The fast messenger can only rely on manpower to deliver the news, and even if he arrives in the shield city to find the magician to send the demon to the imperial capital, it will be after the loot convoy arrives.

As a result, before the convoy reached the gates of Garcia's walls, the Imperial Library and the Vice President of the Magical Society took the lead in intercepting a small half of the loot. Mainly books that were looked down upon by dignitaries and nobles, and those novelty items, one for each. The lone loot is no longer taken away.

Actually, books are what they call them. There has never been a real paper media in the other world. Books are all copied by humans or magical tools. Fixed printing was only used on documents such as notices and wanted notices, and real movable type printing had not yet appeared. The "books" they see are just newspapers and magazines stolen from the bookshelves on the exterior walls of convenience stores.

"XX News", "Ginseng News", "XX Times", "XX Sports News", "New X News", "Southern X Magazine", "Automobile XX", "Weapons", "Modern X Instruments", "Ship X Knowledge", "Science Fiction XX", and even "Pretending to be a Man", "Family Doctor X", were all taken to the basement of the Magic Association to be studied by members of various research institutes.

The first is the newspaper. The black and white printed square word on the large sheet of paper did not show any clues, but the neat and uniform printing level amazed everyone. There is no trace of magic, two words of the same shape but different size, there is no difference except for size. It is almost inconceivable for the scribes to not have the energy to write such a large tirades while keeping the font the same—unless they can understand movable type. What's more, the current newspaper printing is not made with lead movable type at all, but with laser printing, which is out of the era of lead and fire. As for this, it's not something that this group of magical supremacists can imagine.

While Prancy and his fellow rune researchers were pointing at "magical things without magic", a group of mages half-buried in the earth began to read "Pretend to be a Man" in a circle. At this time, they admired not only the printing skills, but also the outstanding development/painting skills, and the unique taste of the other world. Compared to the small yellow book and spring chart (Note 1) drawn by the painter here, the value of such a book is much higher. Just those head-scratching skills are enough for the women of the empire to learn for ten years, and they can make men want to stop without exposing their sensitive parts - this is their unanimous opinion, not to mention any clothing and hairstyle, such a cultural shock has even awakened a few old mages who have run out of oil, and the small tent that has not been erected for several years is now flying red flags. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the room, and the female magicians had even pulled out their wands and were ready to cast spells to defend themselves.

The alchemist next to him didn't squeeze into that circle to see the beach girl, and he was not interested in this because he was old and frail. So he flipped through the magazines that no one had yet read. He was momentarily stunned. This is not surprising, since the name of the magazine he opened was "Weapons". Originally, there was no more surprising existence than the color printing of this magazine, until the alchemist turned the back page.

The huge steel bird, the man sat in the transparent head of the bird, with a strange helmet, the bird's pupilless blue one-eyed gaze in front brought a heavy sense of oppression, the bird is not the small-looking shadow on the cover, but a monster that is really lying on the ground and hibernating, and there are saluting people next to it compared to the size of the monster!

The poor old guy with a beard longer than A4 paper turned pale and shivered and tugged at the corner of the clothes of the person next to him.

Within five minutes, everyone who had gathered, including Prancy, was as pale as he was—still as A4 paper.

Larger steel birds, steel dragons with belly for an entire cavalry of soldiers, and steel chariots thrown directly from the sky, umbrellas made of silk to slow down. Tough soldiers reunite from behind the dunes with hideous monsters, raising a cloud of smoke and dust that no army can match. A huge wand erupted from the ground and seemed to carry a magic ball to the outer side of the sky, where the earth seemed to be like a ball......

None of these images are paintings, let alone sculptures. From the colors to the light and shadow, it is as if the real thing is frozen in that moment. They also recognized the authenticity of those pictures just now, and they deeply agreed with it from their minds to their lower bodies, and then they realized that they were afraid that the empire had provoked the wrong guys. Because these things, like the strangely shaped vehicles in other magazines, the huge wheels that make the rivers feel small, the iron towers that stand in the middle of the mountains and mountains, and the Tower of Baba, which covers the sky and the sun in the city like a forest, there is not a trace of inclination from top to bottom, are all things that they cannot understand. Before marveling at the reality of the Manifestation Technique, they must admit that there is a power on the other side of the door that is more than a level higher than that of the Empire. In this gamble of opening the Empire's doors to settle domestic pressures, they used to draw good cards, and now they may have to face enemies full of good cards.

What they need to know now is whether the Empire's frontline forces have succeeded or failed?