I Created Scientific Magic

Accompanied by the roaring of propellers, rows of majestic warplanes rapidly scurried across the wide runway and ascended into the azure sky.

It must be said that today was clear with few clouds, truly a perfect day for flying!

Below, Yoland watched the "Silver Eagle" sharply take off and head toward the horizon, filled with deep emotion.

Three years ago in Wizard Land, flying was still a privilege of great wizards, with only a handful of third-ring sorcerers who mastered special magic being able to accomplish this feat.

Nowadays, as long as one has undergone formal training, all pilots can operate airships and warplanes to conquer the vast skies.

This would have been unimaginable in the past…

At an altitude of two thousand meters above, thirty warplanes briefly converged before scattering in a circular formation. The empire was indeed too vast, their tasks formidable, each person responsible for a vast area, not stopping until all two hundred batches of leaflets were completely distributed.

Lydia maneuvered the warplane with incredible skill, performing a standard climbing maneuver, and reached the speed limits in just a few minutes.

Three hundred sixty kilometers per hour, even through the visor, both could hear the exceptionally fierce wind.

Even Lydia had at one point surpassed the original speed limit—this was the latest result of the Alchemist's work in modifying the warplanes over recent months.

Master Alchemist Dennis had added a special device to the rear of the warplane, capable of releasing compressed air currents, enabling the warplane to briefly exceed the original speed limit…

"The initial jet propulsion, huh? Worthy of a Master Alchemist, this is indeed fast…" Lynn's face bore a smile, and it was not surprising that Dennis thought of this, likely inspired by internal combustion and steam engines.

It is said that an alchemist had the fanciful idea of using the airflow produced by explosions as a power source, but this suggestion was quickly vetoed by everyone.

Because the impact force generated by explosions was too uncontrollable, and the requirements for the materials of the warplanes were far too stringent.

"It's too fast... too fast!" Lydia's heart raced with the acceleration, and though she shouted thus, her spirit became even more exhilarated.

In fact, this was the first time she used this special mode.

"Let's save some fuel, we've got several cities to fly over; just get used to it and that'll be sufficient," Lynn reminded her.

Lydia then reluctantly ceased her actions.

Lynn shook his head helplessly; he found that the more dangerous the activity, the more excited this halfling girl became.

Previously, he had thought about comforting Lydia to soothe her nerves, so she wouldn't be too tense during the mission, but now it seemed unnecessary.

After flying like this for twenty minutes, Lynn suddenly turned his head and looked ahead; a city was already in view in the distance.

...

Imperial Frontier City, Badas Territory, within a barn full of hay and dung.

Old Marn was strenuously shoveling with the shovel in his hands, clearing the stinking dung clean.

This was no easy task, because within Badas Territory, roughly a thousand warhorses were bred, but the demanding and greedy Earl chose to employ only twenty coachmen, meaning each had to take care of more than fifty warhorses...

If this job hadn't offered two silver coins per month, old Marn would have quit long ago.

Yet the two silver coins were not entirely free earnings, as the head steward of Badas Territory always found various reasons to deduct at least fifty copper coins.

Thinking about this, old Marn felt heartache and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

If it were six months ago, it still would've been okay, as even with deductions, the leftover amount was enough for him to buy black bread to get by. But now things had changed; due to the approaching war, the price of food had risen quite a bit, and one silver and fifty copper was only enough for twenty days.

Old Marn cursed inwardly while fiercely shoveling the horse dung on the ground, each time with more force as if shoveling on some people's heads, but upon seeing the rather plump steward approaching from this direction, he quickly put on a smile and obsequiously reported the recent condition of the fifty or so warhorses under his care.

The passing steward clearly had no intention of lingering long in the stinking stable, and after confirming there were no sick horses or slacking individuals, he promptly left the area.

Once the plump steward was far enough away, old Marn, taking advantage of the others being distracted, spat into the haystack and continued to curse in his heart a few more times.

The other coachmen cleaning the stable also paused from their work, having shoveled horse dung for over an hour, their hands were already painfully sore.

The group of resting coachmen quickly gathered together, and one of them looked around before lowering his voice to speak.

"Did you hear? Last night, Gadel tried to sneak out over the southern city wall, but the patrolling guards caught him…"

"Gadel? The one who likes drawing and arithmetic?" Old Marn was taken aback, he certainly knew the boy.

Gadel, despite frequently engaging in petty thefts, was not a particularly bad person, simply trying to earn a living, and occasionally helped them with some calculations.

The other coachmen also discussed animatedly, everyone knew that nowadays, the high priest had strictly ordered that no one was allowed to leave, and being caught by the guards meant unimaginable consequences.