I Created Scientific Magic

Chapter 287: Chapter 274 Lynn: Am I the Ignorant One?

In the southern part of the kingdom, within Earl Joyce’s domain.

The joyous merchants and minor nobles who had been expecting Archduke Rickman’s triumphal return had never imagined that Ryder, whom they believed would surely be crushed by the grand army, would come back the very next day with a large group of followers.

This time, Ryder had no intention of holding back. He looted the homes that needed to be looted and purged the ones that needed to be purged. After several days of turmoil, he truly occupied the entire territory.

The subsequent taking over of various towns and villages also went smoothly. The private armies and resistance forces of the local nobles often lost their ability to resist after a few rounds of musket fire.

In the Kingdom of Hadlatar, territorial disputes and wars of annexation among the nobles were not uncommon, and the Earl’s domain had also experienced several wars before.

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No matter whose army it was, once they invaded a territory, the soldiers always engaged in burning, killing, and looting, sometimes acting even more fiercely than bandits.

Therefore, the poor would always lock up their homes and sometimes even abandon them to escape the calamity…

But they soon discovered that this group, holding strange long sticks, were the exception. After plundering those nobles who resisted with arms, not only did they not demand anything from the poor, they even planned to distribute food, silver coins, and land to them…

This felt like a dream.

However, many were still convinced that this was a deceptive tactic used by the enemy to lure everyone into the square and then slaughter them en masse.

The rumors were dispelled several days later when the poor, who dared to take the money and food, were still alive and well. And for those who were prepared to leave the town or village with the money and grain, the group of guards displayed no intention of stopping them.

Only then did everyone realize that this might not be a deception after all…

Could it be that their sincere prayers had moved the great Lord of the Stars, Alia, so he sent down divine messengers to turn the world into a divine kingdom?

Countless rumors spread throughout the territory, and after a few days of interaction and communication, the poor and mine slaves within Earl Joyce’s domain gradually understood that the musketeers with strange long sticks, who could wield the power of flame, were not from heaven nor were they messengers of the divine.

They came from Wizard Land, a sacred place ruled purely by Wizards, without a King or nobility…

In the Sekas Empire, Wizards undeniably symbolized evil.

Rumors had it that these Fallen, who worshipped the Evil God and were beguiled by devils, would kidnap children, desecrate graves, spread sickness and plagues, and curse those they hated, embodying all that was sinful.

Old York, a member of the musketeers, scoffed at the foolish talk of the ignorant. “Why don’t you use your brains and think about it? Would the followers of the devil distribute food, wealth, and land to you?”

“And what have the Church and the nobles done for you? They just make you toil away day in and day out in the fields and mines, rewarding you with a few tough loaves of black bread… In the end, who are the true followers of the devil?”

The poor present were all at a loss for words. Without the grievance session from a few days ago, they would have believed that all this was a divine test, meant for them to earn their way into the Divine Kingdom to enjoy glory and avoid falling into hell.

And those high and mighty nobles were chosen by the divine, bestowed with noble blood, God’s grace that allowed them to act as stewards of the land on earth.

“It’s different in Iyeta!” Old York said proudly, looking at the silent, bowed heads of the poor and feeling a sense of superiority well up within him.

“There are no nobles or churches there, most people work in workshops, and everyone can enjoy delicious bread and camel meat…”

Old York went on and on about the wonders of Iyeta, how the workers in the workshops could make exquisite glassware from sand, turn wood into paper pages that were hundreds of times whiter and more useful than parchment, and how the Wizard Lords only needed to wave their hands for the earth to pile up of its own accord, swiftly constructing a house…

“So do you have to do farm work? Where does the grain come from?” a peasant couldn’t help but ask loudly.

“We do, but it’s different from what you do,” Old York said confidently. “Those Alchemist Lords have invented a machine that can plow the land automatically… just one person in one hour can till an area two square kilometers in size.” Old York was very sure of himself, although he hadn’t seen the machine himself, his brother’s nephew had the fortune of being one of the first to test it.

The people present exchanged looks, believing Old York was certainly exaggerating. Not just one person, but even ten, would struggle to complete such an immense task even if they worked themselves to death. Yet they were very intrigued by the novel vistas that Old York described.

A wave of skeptical murmurs caused Old York to purse his lips. Outside of Wizard Land, it truly seemed a wild and ignorant place, with no knowledge at all…

“Whether you believe it or not, this is all true!” Old York paused, then announced another piece of incredibly important news. “Also, tonight, Lord Lynn has said he will conduct an experiment on his estate, which will make the night as bright as day!”

The group of peasants was first puzzled about who this Lord Lynn was, before they started discussing it. Could it be that he was going to make an incredibly large bonfire… Surely he couldn’t be planning to pluck the Sun from the sky?

When it came to a wizard’s experiment, what they imagined was shadowy, eerie, involving resurrecting skeletons or drawing strange, devil-summoning sigils on the ground.

In light of this, most people chose to stay indoors and lock their doors at night, but the curious were plentiful as well. A clearing in the earldom was quickly surrounded by people, each with wide eyes staring at Lynn and others in the center.

In the light provided by the torches, they could see a large collection of peculiar alchemical apparatuses that they had never seen before.

For this experiment, Lynn had brought out the latest model of generator, connecting it with thin copper wires to a very crudely made light bulb!

Now that there was electricity, related electrical technologies, especially the representative ones like electric lights, naturally had to be introduced!

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Lynn had searched the entire Wizard Land for tungsten ore and had not found any, but he unexpectedly found a substitute.

The reason tungsten is the best material for filament is firstly because it has a high melting point, with filament temperature reaching more than 2000 degrees Celsius when glowing. At such a temperature, most metals would have melted, while the melting point of tungsten is around 3400 degrees Celsius.

Secondly, it has a high electrical resistance and poor conductivity; under the same conditions, tungsten generates more heat than other metals.

Last is its stable chemical properties and strong oxidation resistance, contributing to a long lifespan for the light bulb. With careful manufacturing, it was no problem to use one for several decades.

Metals that meet these criteria and are also cheap and abundant are few. For this reason, Lynn had been troubled for a long time, until Philip reminded him to try hairs from a Fire Lion…

When he heard this suggestion, Lynn’s expression was utterly bizarre. Using the hair of a living creature as material for a filament? Wasn’t that a joke?

But after the experiment, Lynn was immediately embarrassed. The ignorant one had been himself, as the strangeness of magical creatures surpassed his imagination…