I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 309 - 297: Swords Can Be Forged into Ploughs, Ploughs Can Also Be Forged into Swords!

Chapter 309: Chapter 297: Swords Can Be Forged into Ploughs, Ploughs Can Also Be Forged into Swords!

Fireworks flickered across the sky above the capital, startling many citizens who had just experienced the ravages of war. They almost thought the war had reignited—every one of them was scared out of their wits, even the sight of the beautiful fireworks inside their homes did little to ease their fears of some sinister witchcraft.

Fortunately, after a long wait with no one charging in, these war-torn commoners began to watch the unique fireworks display.

“They’re so beautiful!” Johnny gazed at the brilliant night sky, where colorful fireworks burst forth continuously, their shimmering lights even outshining the stars.

“Are these made with gunpowder too?” Johnny turned to Lynn, recalling the unique black gunpowder as a terrifying alchemical powder.

Whether it was the thousands of elite guards wiped out in the harbor town or the armor-piercing, stone-splitting muskets and cannons, black gunpowder had demonstrated its lethal power to the fullest.

But this time, Johnny saw another side of gunpowder, with these fireworks resembling miniature cannons, yet what flew out from them were not deadly cannonfire, but bursts of fireworks shining brighter than the stars…

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“A sword can be forged into a plow, and a plow can be forged into a sword—it all depends on how the person with the knowledge wants to use it!” Lynn spoke with a smile. “Just like Thunder Magic, you can use it to kill, or you can use it to light up the night…”

“Perhaps one day, when there are no more wars, more wizards will want to learn these constructive types of magic, using the power of magic to improve everyone’s lives,” Lynn reflected.

In the future, there might even be wizards who specialize in concrete mix ratios and steel structures in architecture, or those skilled in manufacturing and maintaining various tools in engineering.

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“There will definitely be such a day!” Johnny said with conviction. Everything Lynn had said so far had come true, and she believed this would not be too far off either.

“Dean Lynn, won’t you come and have a few drinks with us?” Ailoke and the others waved and called out from where they gathered around the bonfire.

Lydia, on the other hand, was mingling casually among the crowd, competing in drinking with the soldiers. She guzzled down a large cup of ancient wine, earning a round of enthusiastic applause.

This body can’t drink alcohol… Lynn thought to refuse, but then it occurred to her that this might make things better, so she didn’t dampen everyone’s spirits and joined in with a smiling face.

Daily, they had all been vexed by the strange and bizarre problems set by the Dean. Now that they had a chance, they naturally wanted to ‘get back’ at him.

Lynn was well aware of Ailoke and the others’ little schemes, and he welcomed every challenge, drinking cup after cup without a change in his expression.

In fact, he secretly broke down all the alcohol into its basic elements, since he was just a Magic Projection and couldn’t drink even if he wanted to.

It wasn’t until someone remembered that the Dean was supposed to still be in Iyeta by now, but by then it was too late. The drunken Ailoke and the others had already collapsed in a heap.

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The next day, as the first rays of dawn shone upon the capital, Ryder woke up. He rubbed his head, which was swollen from a hangover caused by the excessive drinking of the day before, and was surrounded by a strong smell of alcohol.

The square’s pavement was covered with people; the miners lay face down, their faces red and lacking any semblance of dignity, snoring loudly on the dirty, wine-stained ground.

Ryder stepped forward to wake up Ham and the others, then had them call one by one to get up and clean the chaotic square.

Lynn went to the palace early in the morning to discuss upcoming affairs.

Although the battle had ended, there was still much to deal with within the kingdom, such as priests and bishops stationed in churches throughout every territory. If they were to incite rebellion among the people, it would complicate matters, potentially leading to an uprising across the entire kingdom.

This meant they had to resolve these internal troubles as quickly as possible before news spread completely, to prepare for the upcoming war with the empire and the church.

“But the kingdom is so vast, with at least two hundred territories hosting churches. Removing them in a short time isn’t an easy task,” Marquis Gard, who had been promoted to the kingdom’s Chief Minister, said with a frown.

“We can use the speed advantage of airships, coupled with local lords, to execute a decapitation strategy. A few wizards along with a hundred-man musket squad should be enough to take down a church!” Lynn said thoughtfully. “If we move fast enough, we can bring all the core areas of the kingdom under our control in a few days. As for the other regions, we will have to proceed slower.”

“Perhaps we could consider releasing some false information to lure the bishops to the royal capital,” Anthony suggested.

Hattar’s eyes lit up; this was indeed a good idea.

The battle in the capital two days prior, despite its intensity with surges of thunder and Divine’s Projection, had its result confined to the capital’s limits due to their information blockade.

It was unlikely that the various territorial churches could imagine that the grand capital would fall overnight, or that Anluoke, with his absolute advantage, would die so easily. They could take advantage of the time difference and lure those bishops, who hadn’t yet received the news, to the capital…

Among the sounds of discussion, a plan was quickly formalized to remove the church’s influence from the kingdom completely. In summary, the plan was to execute both the decapitation operation and the deception plan simultaneously, deciding whether to lure them to the capital or eliminate them directly based on the distance of the territories from the capital and the church’s own strength in the locale.

“Should we also keep the former King’s death a secret for now?” a noble from the kingdom suddenly proposed.

The entire hall fell silent; this proposal, though somewhat offensive to King Hattar, was certainly a method.

If they pretended that King Basel was still alive and the kingdom still followed the empire’s commands, they might delay or even avoid the war.

The empire and the church were like a towering mountain, overwhelming to anyone beneath it.

Hattar’s expression was extremely grim. He was the least in favor of this proposal, as it meant that he, as a king, would not be recognized by the kingdom’s people for a long while.

“This would be difficult, as the death of a cardinal won’t be easy to hide,” Lynn shook his head, outright rejecting the proposal.

If they could capture someone like Kahimo, shut down all five senses and detain him, perhaps they could prevent the soul from returning to the Divine Kingdom.

Not to mention that Anluoke had previously summoned that one’s will projection. The high ranks of the church had likely received a divine revelation and were aware of the kingdom’s fall by now.

The church would never allow a kingdom to slip away from its control…