The morning sun pierced through the dust in the air, casting a confused glow on the army-green vehicles. The morning air mixed with diesel exhaust makes people feel as energetic and ready to move as the pistons in the cylinders.

The convoy that was about to leave the village and continue to march towards Shield City was making final preparations at this time. Prancys set off with the group, leaving a few trucks full of prisoners and escorts waiting to be picked up from behind.

Sitting in a jeep, Prancys was also full of questions about this huge iron vehicle. It's not that the vehicle doesn't have traction or why the external force moves, it's "some kind of magic" for him, which belongs to the category of understandable. What he couldn't understand was that every military vehicle of the same style looked exactly the same – from the roof to the wheels, and even from every frame angle. This must have been a copy magic, and it could never be a handiwork. With such a large-scale use of magic, are the craftsmen and soldiers here all magicians?

What puzzled him was the large pieces of glass and mirrors, not to mention the extremely high light transmittance and reflection effect, how rich is such a country to be able to use such a luxurious thing in the army? There's also the magic that you can hear the voices of other companions in the car, and even though the noise of the car is so loud, it can also make conversations pass through the body and the air. He was tempted to use a deconstruction spell to see what kind of spells they were, but the wand was now in a box for safekeeping—for security reasons.

In his series of doubts, it was not long before the convoy reached the banks of the Kazanwa River, from where the road would stretch all the way to the Shield City. The Kazanwa River, which means awakening in its local language, is the most important tributary of the Mineva River. The confluence of the Surova River outside the Shield City formed the foundation of the Shield City as the shipping hub of the western part of the Empire.

During the team's rest, Prancys ate another staple food from the other world, rice. At first, Prancy thought that the grain-like grain was wheat rice, that is, wheat grain cooked rice. In fact, there are many records of criticism of wheat rice in ancient China, such as "disgusted with cheap wheat rice, thinking it is coarse, and refusing to eat it, so it refuses to plant." "It's really worthless to cook wheat grains. However, whether it is Elta or ancient China, the poor can only accept this kind of food. But after eating it, Prancy realized that the rice and wheat rice of this "braised pork" with a strange aroma are simply muddy.

In fact, the continent where the Elta Empire is located used to have wild rice plants distributed, but unfortunately, tens of thousands of years before the Bilunar Era, it was not suitable for climate development and completely extinct. The food crops of the entire Elta Empire, including the southern countries, are now basically overpowering and weak—wheat is the head.

Elta Empire's wheat is mostly produced in the western region, and the cultivation of mana concentrated crops in the east has long crowded out the space for grain cultivation. At the same time, small plots of private farmland with good water and heat conditions have long since ceased to exist, and the government either acquiesced or went shirtless to seize and annex small plots of land, and hired farmers and indentured slaves served for generations to enriche crops with magical power.

The powder of this tuber plant, native to the continent, is used as a medium for many consumable magics, so it is naturally called magic powder. In addition to the empire's own use every year, the biggest acquisition convenience is Lancas, the country of the Thousand Islands, which is in charge of the entire empire and even half of the otherworldly religions. In the name of religion, they drive the whole world to work for them with the strongest navy--convoy and puppet magic force in the entire world. Wands made of magic wood from the country of mountains and clouds are very cheap in the face of the high price of magic powder and are purchased in large quantities, after passing through the Lancas cargo ship, the only shipping channel, ordinary magic wands that are originally only worth a small bag of magic powder can be exchanged for a sack of magic powder here in the Elta Empire.

In this way, Lancas gradually stood on top of the world using unusually advanced magic, and no one could keep up with the speed of their magical progress. The Red Dragon Country, a magical steam civilization that once flourished on another continent, was completely defeated two hundred years ago, and the factory mills relying on magical steam machines were completely eradicated, and it was once again transformed into a backward magical farming country.

All books with views different from the "bilunar canon" were burned, and dissidents were exterminated either spontaneously or compulsorily. Just like the wheat that Prancy could only eat, Lancas's relationship with the countries of the other world was also very weak. The only ones who can escape this relationship are the elves, whose inseparable relationship with the forces of nature is becoming the Church's guarantee of their survival and status, and their magic itself is stronger than that of humans who use their wands to draw the power of nature, so they can live in seclusion in the corners of the continent or travel around the world.

The empire had to face internal pressures while being exploited, and the continuous population growth after the arrival of peace brought more and more pressure on resources, the supply of magic powder could not be reduced, the output of land could not be increased, and the supply of food was also stretched as the demand for magic powder trade goods increased from the upper class. If the empire wants to maintain its authority, it can only plunder and transfer pressure from the outside, and the way to transfer pressure is naturally not to overthrow Lancas's invisible rule or to occupy neighboring countries to destroy Lancas's monopoly on the supply of trade goods, let alone to seize the desert Gobi behind the Noi Mountains in the west. Under Lancas's small calculations, the old emperor Charles, who had been holding his head high in front of the Church of the Two Moons, could only bow down one level, allowing the people of Elta to fight for their own survival and the interests of the Church of the Two Moons. The priests sent by the Church of the Two Moons have opened an unknown portal to this particular leyline, convinced that the world opposite is "too inferior to magic". As for the results? That would certainly surprise everyone, but that's another story.

While Prancy was gobbling up the lunch box, there was also a prisoner of war in the prisoner of war camp across the door who was wreaking down his rice bowl. He is Frank, the swordsman of the former Western Army. He had to settle his lunch as soon as possible, and after the lunch break, he would have to prepare for the afternoon of study. It is said that whoever wins the test next month will be able to visit the country's largest city – and this is what motivates him to work harder.

What made this man almost meet his loving grandfather from the rain of anti-explosive grenades on the highway. Mr. Swordsman, who picked up a life by lying down, suddenly became a good student who loves to learn? This has to start more than half a month ago.