Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

Clara was walking alone on the path, holding a map in one hand and a piece of bread in the other.

“I should be here by now.”

She put the map down and gestured at the distance. There were still about three days left. The original plan was to spend a year and a half to prepare and figure out the principles of that power.

But plans cannot keep up with changes. He can already feel the fluctuation of black magic. Now he must deal with it within a month and then leave the human territory.

Because these humans don't have much time left, and they will be completely extinct within half a year at the latest. Which civilization has perished?

The elves' great archive records the rise and fall of all civilizations since the birth of the elves. The first civilization was a civilization of the same period as the elves. The two sides fought for thousands of years. In the end, they were the first to discover the clues and then survived by chance.

The elves of the second civilization once warned them not to use magic on a large scale, but they did not listen and instead wanted to occupy the elves' land.

The same thing happened with the third civilization, except that they only realized it at the end, but it was too late.

As for humans, well, the elves were tired of meddling in the affairs of other races, but humans were truly the most unfortunate race she had ever seen. Their magic technology clearly had not yet developed to that level.

"Robbery!"

Just as Clara was reminiscing, a few more bandits jumped out.

"This little girl is pretty good looking. How about playing with us guys?"

A minute later, Clara had a few more silver coins in her hand. She wiped the blood off her sword and said:

"I really don't know why there are so many robbers in human society. If you behave yourself, I might even spare your life."

After saying this, she continued on her way to the old royal capital.

"Thank you, thank you all for coming to our Hardy Arms Factory banquet today. Today's banquet is to reward all the investors present."

A man in a suit said, "What are you talking about, Duke Hardy? You are the reason why we have achieved what we have today..."

Hardy laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's an exaggeration, that's an exaggeration. Also, don't call me the Duke now. That is an aristocratic system established by the corrupt royal family. Now I am a commoner like you. There is no difference between noble and humble between us!"

There was immediate applause from the audience.

Hardy was a smart man. When the royal family of the West Bay Federation was in power and the fire of revolution had just begun, he had already thought of a way out for himself.

After the revolutionary army occupied most of the territory, Hardy found the official leaders of the revolutionary army and asked them to cooperate.

The revolutionary army originally did not want to believe Hardy, but at that time the revolutionary army and the West Bay Federal Army were in a standoff.

After fighting for so long, those generals were not all fools. They already had a general idea of ​​how far the flintlocks and matchlocks used by the revolutionary army could fire and how fast they could be loaded.

The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable the situation becomes for the revolutionary army.

Under such circumstances, the revolutionary army decided to cooperate with Hardy, so that the revolutionary army could always receive intelligence on the deployment and mobilization of the West Bay Federal Army at the first time.

Afterwards, the revolutionary army finally achieved the final victory with the continuous supply of weapons, the economic resources provided by Hardy, and the advantage of intelligence.

Although Hardy no longer has his noble status, his life is no worse than before, but better.

In the past, Hardy could be said to be second only to one man and above everyone else.

But now he is no longer inferior to anyone. Through certain transactions, Hardy has controlled most of the weapons production in the West Bay United States and has become a veritable oligarch.

Many nobles were unwilling to give up their pitiful little rights, but he had long seen clearly that in the new era, the rights he could obtain would be even greater than before!

Afterwards, Hardy exchanged a few more pleasantries at the banquet, asking everyone to eat and drink well, and then left on the pretext of having a stomachache.

In fact, the people at the banquet are just nominal trading partners, while the real big money sponsors are waiting for him somewhere else.

"When you pour the wine later, give him more and give me less. It will be easier to do things when he's drunk. Do you understand?"

Hardy waited for a long time but no one responded, so he turned around and said angrily: "You didn't say what I said..."

"Where are the people!?"

But he didn't see any figure, and the followers around him disappeared. Who did this? Could it be that the remnants of the Federation were here to assassinate him?

It's impossible. The place is heavily guarded and any powerful magician who gets close will be discovered. As for mortals with guns, he is not afraid of them because he has magic props to save his life.

At this time, a sweet girl appeared: "Are you the boss of Hardy Arms Factory?"

Hardy's forehead was already covered with cold sweat:

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

How on earth did she get in? The magical aura on her body was very weak, and she didn't look like a grand mage or above.

He was holding a knife in his hand, could he be a knight? If he had forced his way here, why was there no movement?

"Don't worry about it. From now on, you answer my questions and you are not allowed to lie to me!

First of all, answer me, are you the boss of Hardy Arms Factory?"

"I'm not."

"Isn't it? Then you are useless. In order not to expose myself, I can only ask you to die."

After saying this, he raised his knife and struck.

But Hardy has now just been promoted to the rank of Grand Mage (thanks to all the magic props), so how could he surrender so easily?

In times of crisis, only low-level magic has the ability to be chanted and activated quickly.

Just as several ice cones were about to form around him, Hardy's neck was strangled, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Wait...ha...wait a minute!"

Clara relaxed her grip slightly.

"I am, I am Hardy! The boss of the Hardy Arms Factory you mentioned."

"That's great. I advise you not to be clever. Your defensive magic item is useless in front of me."

"Ming...I understand. If there is anything you want to know, I will tell you."

He was a coward who was afraid of death and had no choice but to surrender when there was no chance of escape.

"What force does a weapon called a musket use to fire that small projectile?"

"Yes, it's gunpowder."

"What is gunpowder?"

"Gunpowder is a mixture of nitric acid, charcoal, and sulfur."

“What do these things look like?”

Hardy could only tell her this, but it didn't matter, as long as the raw materials were in his hands, his status would not change.

Then find out who is behind this guy's actions and teach him a lesson!

"How does gunpowder explode?"

"Just light it with fire"

Clara yelled, "Nonsense! I clearly saw that all I had to do was put it into the cylinder and pull the trigger! I didn't see any open flames at all. I warned you, don't lie to me."

"Everything I said is true. The bullet you mentioned only needs to hit the tail, but we don't produce it! We just put a label on it."

"I want to know how that bullet works! And how those steel snakes on the road move, tell me everything."

"How would I know that? You have to go to the Sunday Republic next door."

"Sunday Republic?"

“Yes, these things came from there.”

After saying that, Clara raised the elf scimitar again.

"What I said is true, really."

Hardy's legs were shaking as he activated the magic props, but just as the man in front of him said, the magic props had no effect.

After that, he felt a shock at the back of his head and then passed out.