Magic, steel, heavy industry

Chapter 63 Wounded Soldiers

"We've won! We've won!"

"The bandits have been defeated! We no longer have to worry about them stealing our food!"

"The guard team is amazing! I want to join the army too!"

"..."

Throughout the town, cheering crowds could be seen everywhere. When those who had been to the battlefield returned and publicized the achievements of their guards, all the townspeople were immersed in the joy of this sudden victory.

Whether they were free citizens, serfs, or refugees who had just arrived in Anvil Territory, they all felt a sense of pride at this moment.

Many people danced and twirled in the streets, and people sang praises of Viran's greatness. Children even went out into the wild to collect flowers and weave wreaths to present to the returning heroes.

This was a moment of unprecedented joy for the Anvil Territory, since for them, the Anvil Territory had absolutely nothing to do with war, let alone winning it.

Watching all this unfold, Alan and his companions felt out of place.

"That's ridiculous. What kind of war is that? They're just a bunch of bandits. The adventurers of Silverflow City could easily take care of them."

Swordsman Rez spread his hands, complaining with a hint of helplessness.

Since they arrived in Anvil Territory, they have found the people there to be quite strange, especially the serfs, who are just like the nobles of Silverflow City, enjoying themselves every day.

What does victory in war have to do with serfs? Aren't they just bargaining chips for the nobles to reap benefits?

Besides, they were just a bunch of robbers who wouldn't even get any benefits.

Of course, Rez's idea is the mainstream in this world, and everyone thinks that way, which is why they don't understand.

"Hey, keep your voice down. If they hear you, we'll be kicked out." Shieldbearer Kahn quickly covered Rez's mouth.

The healer, Sylvia, smiled gently. "That's too harsh. Haven't you noticed? The lord here is different from the nobles we've met. He treats serfs and freemen equally well. No, other nobles don't even treat freemen like that."

Rez yanked Kahn's hand away. "That's why it's strange!"

"Alright, alright, didn't we just go check out the battlefield? So many corpses, it really was the spoils of war from those serf soldiers... And those two huge explosions, could there really be an old monster at the level of a Grandmaster hiding here?"

Alan touched his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Yes, they went to watch the spectacle too, and they have to admit, the outrageous results made it seem unreal to them.

The bandits seem far too weak to fight back.

Alan looked at the silent archer behind him and asked curiously, "Snowy Owl, you haven't said a word since just now, what's wrong?"

The snowy owl raised its head, revealing a thin, handsome face beneath its hood. White curly hair covered its eyebrows, making it appear somewhat melancholic.

"I just asked one of the spectators, an old man who called himself 'Dad,' and he said the crossbows the guards used could take down entire groups of bandits from four or five hundred meters away..."

"Huh? You're kidding, right? That's almost the distance you can shoot an arrow after using magic!" Rez exclaimed in surprise.

Those who can become adventurers are naturally people with magical talents. Sylvia's magical talent is healing, Alan's is agility, Rez can create flames with his sword, and Kahn can temporarily enlarge his shield.

As an archer, the snowy owl's magical talent is quite simple: when drawing its bow, it can enchant the arrow to make it shoot farther and more accurately without reducing its power.

Therefore, when he learned that the anvil possessed this magical crossbow, his feelings were complicated.

"If everyone here can fire the same kind of crossbow bolts as me, what's the point of my magical talent?"

The snowy owl spoke helplessly, its expression carrying a hint of indescribable bitterness.

Alan immediately realized what was happening and quickly comforted her, "You're wrong. If such a weapon really existed, you should be happy. If you were to use it, the attack range would double, something no one else could ever match."

"That's right, Sister Ailan is right. That thing must be the same as Sister Ailan's dagger, also one of those magic powder weapons. We'll get you one." Rez walked over, put his arm around Snow Owl's shoulder, and said casually.

Hearing his companions' words of comfort, the snowy owl felt much better. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, a pleasant voice rang out from behind him.

"Excuse me, could you please do me a favor?"

Everyone turned around and saw the lord's maid, a beautiful girl named Igris.

It was she who pleaded with the lord, allowing Alan to exchange his magic core for the magic powder dagger, which is why everyone was so grateful to Igris.

"Of course, we are adventurers, and we never refuse a mission," Alan nodded and said.

Igris breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sylvia. "Sister Sylvia, you're a healer, right? Two of our soldiers have sustained minor injuries. Could you please treat them?"

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Outside the town, prisoners, bound by ropes, walked into their cells with their heads down.

The prison cell was only completed a few days ago by Vilan, using leftover wood from the refugees' house construction.

Outside the cell, two unfortunate recruits lay on stretchers, their faces flushed, enduring the pain and feeling immense shame.

They weren't injured in battle, but rather fell and injured themselves during the chase. One suffered a broken leg, and the other was even more unlucky, falling right onto a machete left behind by a bandit.

Seeing the two of them looking so pained and frustrated, Vilan sighed.

"This is indeed a difficult situation. What Anvil Territory lacks most is a medical system."

Yes, the new weapon can be cheated with magic powder, but there's really no way to get medical help. The medical level in this world is still at the level of bloodletting therapy, and there isn't a single proper doctor in Anvil Territory.

That's why he sent Igris to find that healer; after all, magic is really useful.

Soon, Igris returned with the adventurers, and this was the first time that Alan and the others had met Vilan.

Their eyes were filled with astonishment. There was no way around it; Vilan was too young, and it was difficult to connect the changes in Anvil Territory with this young lord.

"Miss Sylvia, I'll provide the magic cores for the healing. Please help me." Vilan pleaded directly with Sylvia.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me!

A lord actually asked an adventurer for help for just two serf soldiers!

Even the two unfortunate injured men couldn't help but blush, "Lord Vilan, we..."

"Don't speak, I will take responsibility for my soldiers."

Vilan stopped them immediately.

Seeing this, Sylvia didn't say anything more and walked over directly, holding a magic wand in her right hand and taking out a low-level magic core with her left.

Then, a green light suddenly flew out of the wand and enveloped the wound of the recruit with the broken bone.

"My unfamiliar lord, perhaps you can use something else to replace the magic core," Sylvia said with a gentle smile as she treated the patient.

"for example?"

"A magic powder crossbow. Of course, even if you don't want to, I'll heal them completely."