212: Chapter 210 Joffrey's Magical Technology Concept

Secretary Joey, who had indeed rambled for over an hour about urgent matters, left. Zhang Mu simply ended his stroll and returned to the bedroom with Leah and Palina.

The two lay on the bed, and after coaxing the exhausted Leah to sleep between them, Zhang Mu got up. Under Palina's inexplicably complex gaze, he pushed open the door and went to the study alone.

After sitting behind the desk for about half an hour, Domit rushed in excitedly.

"City Lord." Using the title he had grown accustomed to, he said happily, "Just as you said, a masked fellow sneaked into the village and snatched a bow!"

"That's called a gun."

"Right, a gun."

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Mu waved his hand for him to find a chair and sit. "It must have been Joey.

That guy is quite cautious; I went out for a stroll every few days, and it took seven or eight times before he finally made a move."

Zhang Mu didn't know that Joey, terrified by his brother's bizarre death, had vastly overestimated his strength and didn't dare send anyone to investigate him. It wasn't until tonight, with news from Moza Village and the realization that the plan's start time was approaching, that he took the risk.

After hearing him finish, Domit sat on the wooden chair to the right and asked curiously, "City Lord, I don't quite understand why you wanted to expose the bow—er, gun.

We could have kept the news secret and given the Kingdom army a head-on blow!"

He maintained full trust in Zhang Mu's decisions; the reason he was asking now was simply out of curiosity.

"A truly lethal move isn't making the enemy completely unaware, but letting them know yet believe it poses no threat to them."

Normally, when two strangers fight, their hearts are inevitably tense, always on guard against the opponent's killing moves.

This way, even if the enemy isn't clear on what the specific killing move is, its effectiveness will be somewhat diminished.

But if it's a move they've already seen, their vigilance will definitely drop.

Zhang Mu went through the trouble of exposing firearms early for this very reason.

Let Joey obtain a Rifle, and after studying it, he'll find it has no effect on Professionals.

When the day of the battle arrives and I pull out the new firearms combined with magic, I reckon the Kingdom's High-tier Professionals will just scoff and charge straight ahead, braving their Magic Shields.

To this end, Zhang Mu also took many precautionary measures.

He spread the word that it was a "treasure obtained from the Labyrinth" to prevent the Church from coming to cause trouble.

The natives of the Saul Continent didn't dare question the Church or use God's name in vain, but Zhang Mu didn't care about any of that.

Firearms indeed aren't in the Record of Graces, but the Labyrinth is also a divine gift.

What, is your Church saying that firearms can't be unearthed from the Labyrinth?

Does the Labyrinth belong to your Church, or to God?

Call God here to prove it then.

You can't? Then what the hell are you talking about.

Zhang Mu's explanation was a bit confusing, and Domit didn't quite understand.

However, he understood one thing: "We have even more powerful guns?"

"Guns?" Zhang Mu's lips curled up. "It's not just guns that are more powerful."

Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered the Rockets he had deployed at the edge of the Core area of the Precision Forest to seize the "World."

If the Kingdom army happens to pass by there...

With a peculiar smile, Zhang Mu dropped the subject. "Thanks for making the trip.

It's getting late. Sleep at the City Lord's Mansion tonight, and return to the village tomorrow morning to lead their training."

"Yes."

There was a room for him in the side courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion; familiar with the way, Domit got up and headed to the house.

The night was deep, but Zhang Mu had no time to sleep. He opened the light gate into the "World" and stepped inside.

Only about ten days had passed, yet the pure white space had already undergone an earth-shaking change.

Originally empty, it was now filled with wooden tables covered in various experimental vessels, materials, and so on.

Geoffrey, the Apprentice Magician, moved back and forth between the tables like an erudite physics professor, occasionally leaning over to observe a transparent glass tube standing on a wooden rack on one of the tables.

The colorless liquid in the test tube was purified mana.

"Busy?" With his hands behind his back, Zhang Mu strolled over.

"City Lord." Turning around, his eyes were bloodshot. "I've made some surprising discoveries."

Hearing this, the originally relaxed Zhang Mu perked up and stepped forward quickly. "Tell me the details."

Geoffrey grabbed the roast chicken on the table, finished it in a few bites, and then explained.

Since taking on Zhang Mu's task, he had been pondering whether there were other more efficient and creative methods besides basic combination techniques like material substitution.

Zhang Mu, who had taken the time to visit him, thought for a moment and gave him a brief explanation of the principles of Puppet Art.

Zhang Mu felt that, in some respects, Puppet Art perfectly fit the theme of "combining technology with magic."

However, the Teacher and Owl he created were just superficial; the Core was still a Magic Array.

Geoffrey gained inspiration from his explanation.

Since it's a combination, it must retain the strengths of both sides; what's the point of digging up weaknesses?

Following this line of thought for an in-depth analysis, Geoffrey soon found a direction: using the aerodynamic shape and internal structure of firearms to launch powerful magic.

In this way, the advantage of firearms being mass-producible could be maximized, and the issue of long magic casting intervals could be mitigated.

The skill cast delay of magic isn't actually that long, but compared to firearms with unparalleled rates of fire, they're not even in the same league.

So Geoffrey quickly realized what he needed to do.

A Magic Machine Gun.

If a gatling with a rate of fire of thousands of rounds per minute didn't fire bullets, but Fireball Spells...

Based on this, he also thought that besides such standard-issue equipment, he could also design special weapons with smaller production volumes but greater power.

For example, a Pistol that fires Master-tier magic.

"In other words, if the City Lord doesn't die somewhere and continues to support me with all his might.

One day in the future, the magicians of the Saul Continent might no longer wave their wands and instead, they will all raise Pistols."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Zhang Mu said with a dark expression, "I'll try my best to live a long life."

"That would be for the best, City Lord... By the way, can I name it?"

He was referring to the new product of the combination of magic and technology.

Zhang Mu didn't care about this: "Just don't give it an ugly name."

"Magitechnology, how about that?"

"Hmm... sounds okay."

Having said that, Zhang Mu stood up. "My deployment is almost complete.

Now, I'm just waiting for you to produce the blueprints, then send them to the workshop for production to equip the Soldiers."

"I need assistants." Geoffrey scratched his bird's-nest-like tangle of hair. "Research is very taxing on energy and time, as you know, City Lord."

That was indeed the case.

Stroking his chin and thinking for a moment, Zhang Mu said, "Give me two days. I'll find a few smart ones, train them, and send them over."

"They don't need to know too much, as long as they can identify and operate the experimental equipment."

"That's already not simple."

Manipulating the Core to send himself out of the "World," Zhang Mu called over Domit, who had just lain down. "Don't sleep. Return to the village overnight and find me a few people; they need to be smart."

"Understood!"

Despite his heavy eyelids, Domit still responded with great vigor.