Bella rubbed her brows, gently put down the book in her hand, and glanced at the titles of several books on the table again, her eyes full of confusion.

"The Mysteries of Physics", "Understanding Magic from Mathematics", "Basic Rules of Magic", "The Connection between Magical Energy and the Universe".

What kind of books are these, and why are they so strange?

She was sure that she knew every word in the book, but once she formed the sentences, she was completely confused.

Bella wanted to ask Claire many times to hear his explanation, but believed that she hadn't finished reading it, so she didn't need to speak.

If, as Claire says, these are the books of a great magician, then what is this magician thinking?

Although there are too many theories that Bella doesn't understand, the world depicted in the book makes Bella yearn and confused.

It turns out that the world we live in is not created by God, and the place where we live is just a planet, and planets like this are everywhere in the universe and in the sky.

The stars that can be seen at night are stars, and there are planets like this world around them, so are there people in those places?

Bella glanced out the window, but unfortunately it was foggy tonight, and she couldn't see the stars, which hindered her curiosity.

With a sigh, Bella picked up another book and continued reading.

She believed that since it was related to magic, then she would definitely be able to understand it, and the rest was only a matter of time.

Just as confused as Bella, there are also many magic apprentices.

They don't understand how they had come to learn magic and suddenly start making this substance called gunpowder after their daily theory lessons. Shouldn't the right way to learn magic be?

This substance, which has no magic fluctuations at all, shouldn't it be handed over to the craftsmen to do? How did a dignified magic apprentice become a craftsman?

There are also magic apprentices who are dissatisfied or curious about gunpowder, and when they can't touch the open flame, some people can't help but try what this gunpowder is.

Well, the result is that there are a few more apprentices lying on the bed, if it weren't for Bella's timely arrival and healing magic to save them, I'm afraid these people might have become the pioneers of the world's research on fire crow sacrifice.

For this kind of behavior, Claire still appreciates it in his heart, after all, he still hopes to transform these magic apprentices into researchers. What is most important for researchers, curiosity and desire to learn.

Ostensibly, however, the men were reprimanded by Claire, who said that their apprenticeships would be revoked if they did not comply with the norms.

Although curiosity is a good thing, the norms must be followed, and if they don't learn to abide by their own norms from scratch, they will fiddle with those more powerful magic technologies in the later stage, and I am afraid that their territory will be blown up.

After taking out the gunpowder, Claire still came out with a musket. Modern firearms with a high degree of technology, at his current level, can be made by hand, but there is no point.

What he needed was a weapon that could equip his troops on a large scale.

The flintlock pistol, then, is undoubtedly an extremely suitable piece of equipment.

The principle of the flintlock pistol is not difficult, the requirements for the barrel are not too high, the only difficulty is the firing device.

The deconstruction of the firing device, with the level of craftsmen in this world, can probably be imitated?

Claire was a little unsure, but what was certain was that the magician and these magic apprentices could definitely do it. With the power of magic, this small machine, which is not complicated, should be able to be mass-produced. If the craftsmen can't imitate it, then the only ones who work hard are the apprentices.

As Claire was tinkering with the flintlock pistol, a figure passed through the sky of Tilling, and even Claire didn't notice it.

"Huh." The figure galloping in mid-air suddenly paused and asked with some confusion. "Why is he here, then go find him for a drink."

In a house in the town of Tilling, Norman and Bart are drinking.

Since Claire signed a contract with the two of them, they have been idle all this time. Ordinary mercenary members still have various tasks arranged by Claire, but the two leaders of their regiment have become completely uncared for.

Even the members of his team will not report to them.

After all, everything is the responsibility of the Lord's Mansion, and it has nothing to do with their mercenary group.

The entertainment in Tilling Town is particularly monotonous, and the places that could make the men relax were closed by Claire in the name of not fitting the spiritual outlook of the territory, which disappointed the energetic mercenaries.

However, the fulfilling work also makes these mercenaries complain but they don't say anything, after all, they are very tired at the end of work every day, and they also need physical strength to listen to music.

But the two middle-aged leaders are different, they have nothing to do, they can only get together every day and drink and have fun all day long.

"Huh?" Norman's brow furrowed, and he suddenly put down his glass and stood up, looking guarded.

"What's wrong?" Norman's actions made the somewhat drunk Bart sober up instantly, and quickly took the weapon that was put aside.

"Someone's coming." Norman's expression was very serious, staring in the direction of the door.

Bart stared in the same direction in surprise, and the perception of the professional completely dispersed, but found nothing.

After all, his strength is inferior to Norman, and since Norman discovered the enemy, and he did not, then the strength of the other party is obvious.

Bart's hands holding the weapon were sweating slightly, he never thought that a small Tilling town would have a professional of this level.

The battle between several baronies, as for people of this level, do you want to make a move? Could it be that you are really involved in a dispute that you shouldn't be involved in?

Just as Bart was thinking, the door was slowly pushed open, and a cloaked figure walked up to the two of them as if he had come to his house, and sat down at the table.

After he sat down, the door that had just been opened closed again, as if no one had ever entered.

The figure took off its veil, revealing an old countenance, and a slightly hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"Eh, don't be nervous, I'm just tired of traveling, and I happened to see my old friend here, so I wanted to come and drink some wine, I guess neither of you would mind."

After seeing the old man's face, Barth's heart shook.

Norman said with a sneer after he stepped into the house.

"Who is your old friend, don't bother me if it's okay. I haven't seen you for so long, and your strength has improved again. ”

That being said, he was still physically honest, took out a wine glass, and poured a glass of wine for the other party.

"Oh, thank you so much." The old man took the wine and looked at each other with a smile. "This time I went to the royal capital, I was just a little lucky, luck, luck, not worth mentioning."

"Are you here to show off?" Norman gave the other party an angry look.

"How is that possible, I came to share the secret with you, how can you be so wronged!" The old man drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and began to cry out.

"Not interested!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"What if, I tell you, the heavens of this kingdom are about to change?"