industrial lord

Chapter 18 Give You Some Magic

A heavy rain that started in the early morning made the hot summer air much cooler, and the summer crops in the farmland were moistened as soon as they germinated.

This morning, Walter took a copy of "Debate" and taught Frederick logic.

Frederick put aside what happened last night and listened carefully to Walter's explanation of what is a category word and what is a non-category word.

The sound of rain and fresh air came into the study from the half-opened window, making Frederick's swollen head feel a little better.

Logic is rather awkward for him, but it will be used in official documents and laws, so he has to learn it.

He tried to demonstrate "the logic of the lever", and then Walter showed him the four uses of Cone of Cold.

In the eyes of scholars, the "barrel spirit" is no different from picking up the ball and rushing into the opponent's goal in a football match. If you can kill with one stick, you can hit more sticks.

After class was finally over, and there was still some time before lunch, Frederick ran to Psyche's room in a hurry.

Psyche was sitting on the head of the bed with a lollipop in his mouth and a novel in his hand, watching quietly as Frederick barged in and locked the door behind him.

Frederick cast a few spells by the bed, and then asked with a black thread, "What the hell are these?"

On the soft carpet, peashooters, big mouth flowers and clover, etc. appeared, and they were shaking and shaking there.

Psyche replied calmly: "This is a compound magic based on shaping magic, elemental puppets and soul magic. It is the highest masterpiece in the field of compound magic at present. Just laugh."

The black line on Frederick's forehead didn't disappear at all, and he cast a few more spells.

This time four people appeared, the Brotherhood Assassin brother who was wearing a white robe and couldn't see his face, the dark ranger elder sister with dark purple skin, the savage brother Gui with tattoos on his body, and a A silver-haired girl in a maroon dress, a hood of the same color, a dark red cloak, and a sickle in her hand.

Psyche continued to speak calmly: "Assassins, archers, warriors and nurses, elemental puppets based on shaping magic, elemental puppets and soul magic are the highest masterpieces in the current field of elemental puppets. Just keep laughing."

Frederick waved his hand, and the pea shooter and the elemental puppets disappeared. He sat down by the bed and frowned and asked, "How did I suddenly know these magics?"

When he woke up this morning, he felt that he knew something. After thinking about it carefully, he found that he actually knew how to summon these magical existences.

Whether it is the pea shooter or the elemental puppet, they are all made of magic elements, as hard as iron.

Psyche pointed to his head and replied: "Copy and paste the soul, I will give you a copy of what I know."

Frederick's eyes widened, and he asked worriedly, "Will it affect you?"

Psyche reached out and rubbed his hair, and said relaxedly: "If you copy the contents of one book to another book, what effect will it have on the first book?"

"Then I'm relieved." Frederick breathed a sigh of relief, "Is there any additional impact on me?"

Psyche patted the novel on his hand and said to him: "I just wrote something in the blank space. It's nothing to write a little, but don't be greedy. If you write too much, the book itself will be affected."

"Don't expect to use it on a large scale. This is delicate work. Even I am struggling. If there is a mistake, both sides will become fools."

Frederick nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Psyche scratched his head, stood up and said, "Take it easy with these spells, with your current strength, you can last for 2 minutes."

Frederick nodded seriously, thinking to use it as a hole card.

Psyche continued: "Don't underestimate this magic, although you are a rookie, it is not."

"Let's talk about the four elemental puppets, each of them has its own advantages, each has its own unique skills, fighting spirit and patience are amazing, and the secret weapon can surprise you even more!"

Frederick was shocked, and said sincerely: "If one day I encounter danger, can I ask you for help? For example, if I shout 'Psyche, save me!', you will appear in no time."

Psyche asked with a smirk, "Did I show up to watch the fun?"

Then she pinched Frederick's face, and said earnestly, "Your own strength is the real strength. This world is far less peaceful than you think."

"I might as well tell you that people at Richard Nall's level sometimes take on assassination jobs."

"You kid is restless, and you will definitely make countless enemies in the future. Getting rid of yourself is the best way to solve the problem."

"You have to learn a lot, not just magic, but also social rules and ways of thinking based on the personal power gap brought about by magic."

Frederick suddenly figured out something in his mind. He always felt something was wrong when he was studying logic before, but now he discovered it after Psyche reminded him.

In my hometown, after stripping away social factors such as economy and social status, the gap between people is not big, so Caesar will be assassinated in the Senate, the first bow of the Tokaido will take the Naramachi Ichiki for the Taiko, etc. event.

But it is different here. If Caesar has the strength of Richard Nall, even if there are people of the same strength on the scene, as long as the number is not overwhelming, at least escaping will not be a problem.

Because the fundamental difference in strength between people has widened, the "final right of interpretation" is not only attached to a certain organization, but also attached to the fist.

The most obvious thing is that as long as the fist is big, you can punch a bar.

In the existing political system, supernatural force has been included and restrained by status and wealth through laws, morality, and tradition. If one wants to change the political system, the inequality of individual force is a hurdle that is difficult to bypass.

Frederick's face turned into dough in Psyche's hands, and he stopped thinking.

"Don't think so much." Psyche said while rubbing, "Some problems can't be solved just by sitting in a daze."

"Walk more, see more, think more, I don't need to teach you what to do?"

Frederick gave a soft "um" and understood what she meant.

"By the way." Frederick changed the subject, "Why don't you use broken linen and old hemp rope as raw materials for papermaking?"

Psyche replied: "Of course there are better ingredients."

"What is it?" Frederick asked her curiously, "Paper is made of hemp, bamboo and wood. There is no bamboo here."

Psyche replied: "The paper made from grass pulp is brittle, and it is not enough for you to make newspapers and magazines."

Frederick frowned and said: "But I remember that grinding wood pulp requires a lot of power. It can only be driven after the steam engine comes out, and the power of the waterwheel is not enough."

Psyche smiled and said, "I'll teach you after you make the 'lion head'."

Frederick's hair was full of black lines, and he said, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the blacksmith's shop this afternoon."

(End of this chapter)