Chapter 595: Why Don’t I Use Magic
Chapter 595: Why Don’t I Use Magic
After Lardy asked this question, Paul hesitated in his mind for a moment.
“Dear Lardy ……,” he replied hesitantly but in an unmistakably sincere tone, “If what I am about to say is offensive to you and the group you belong to, then I apologize here in advance. ”
Hearing Paul say this, Lardy’s doubts grew stronger in the back of her mind.
Paul stood up and looked out of the window facing the south wall, his back to Laadi, he seemed reluctant to face her.
“Magic right now seems to me to be an extremely destabilizing force. You could say my concern is a joke akin to worrying about the sky falling, but in any case I don’t want the development of human society to depend on a force that has yet to be stabilized.”
Paul’s words made Ladi understand a few points, her own family knew her own business, the current magic was indeed as Paul said, it was very unstable. First of all, the instability is reflected in the birth of casters, this seems to be a kind of extremely scarce random, you can not deduce whether a person can become a caster and when to become a caster, although in the casters within the rumor has been, if the parents are casters, the probability that the child is a caster is higher, but there is no definite statistical data to support it. The other thing is that a caster’s ability is uncertain; some casters have mastery over all types of spells, while others only have mastery over one or two, and it is impossible to deduce what spells it can master until he actually touches them. Even the spells themselves are uncertain or mysterious, one doesn’t know why they are recited that way, why they are cast that way, why they are prepared that way, everything seems to depend on the experience accumulated by generations of mages – so it works, so it works! So do it.
“But it’s just an experiment, is it necessary to be so guarded?” Lardy still didn’t understand.
“It’s necessary, it’s called prevention!”
“Prevention?”
“Yes, I don’t want humanity to develop scientifically but rely on so-called magic, not even the slightest hint of it, even if the magic becomes stable and easy to control at some point in the future. Oh, perhaps stable and manageable magic will make things worse for mortals in general.”
Paul spoke a little sharply, unintentionally letting his words have some very unkind connotations.
It made Lardy uncomfortable inside, and she felt vaguely angered.
“Paul, and you say you have no prejudice against magic?”
Paul was in a position to swing his hands across his chest, “Ma’am, I didn’t mean to upset you, you know.”
Lardy also noticed she was getting a little worked up and tried to calm herself down.
“From my observations and judgment, spellcasters are an absolute minority in the human race as a group anyway, and it would be very dangerous to make human society dependent on a group that is so small in number. For one, when the dependence has reached a certain level, in case the number of spellcasters decreases drastically for some reason, it could bring the development of human society to a standstill or a major regression, think about it, in extreme cases all the technological routes might have to be started over again, what a scary scenario. Both ……”
At this point, Paul’s words were retarded for a moment.
“While I don’t want to speculate on the human heart in a bad direction, when the casters realize how much the entire human community depends on them, will they see themselves as a member of the human race, a friend in the lives of ordinary people, an assistant at work? If you ask me, I’m afraid the spellcasters will feel superior, and certain extremes might be themselves as the saviors of human civilization. At that point, a ruling class so powerful as to be almost untouchable would be born naturally.” “Hehe, Lord Greymane, as a noble your saying such is still a bit funny!”
Laddie said somewhat sarcastically, it was the first time she had spoken to Paul in such a tone.
“Ah yes, that is indeed an embarrassing fact.” Paul rubbed his nose and took the sting of Laadi’s words.
“But it’s precisely because I happen to be in a similar position that I’m certain that if spellcasters were truly in that highly dependent state, human civilization would be sliding into a bad future one hundred percent of the time. Moreover, the things that nobles use to hold ordinary people hostage – honor, oaths, bloodlines – are all rather empty, and when people’s minds develop to a certain level, these things will naturally lose their usefulness. But spellcasters are different, their abilities are a real hostage to ordinary people, and the deeper they are bound to human society, the stronger that hostage will be, whereby the spellcasters may gain the most powerful dominance ever, and achieve a true ten-thousand-year hold.”
Paul’s words frustrated Laddie so much that she stomped her foot on the floor, “I didn’t think you’d think so much about it, I …… I was just trying to help you.”
“Oh, dear Laadi, I thank you for your kind words.” Paul relieved him, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind accepting magical help if I really had exhausted all conventional means of advancing my goal, but it’s far from that now.”
“How is it not now? Look at how headstrong the alchemists are.” Laddie asked.
“No, it’s far from that.” Paul repeated the words again with uncanny certainty. “There must be some means of customer service for the likes of Wells.”
He winked at Laddie, “Let the mortals try to customer service the difficulties themselves, use their talents, and establish a course of development that is entirely within the reach of the majority.”
………
Tennyson walked out of the archives of the chemistry lab very tired. He hadn’t closed his eyes for two days and nights, during which time he had frantically gone through the information on combustibles.
He felt that he should first figure out what exactly Kindlein was.
With this thought in mind, Tennyson once again had to walk towards the school cafeteria, “Hey, isn’t this Tennyson? I heard that you offended Lord Gleeman?”
After turning a corner, Tennyson met someone, Nick, the original classmate.
Speaking of this Nick, he was an eye-catching presence in the Vess Academy. Since the end of the Troglodyte War, the Council of State had sent several mapping teams to Emden to map the area, and Nick was on one of those teams. But this guy’s brain was very active, and he used trigonometry to solve the artillery mapping problem, and was rewarded by the lord after he returned.
Nowadays Nick doesn’t run to the academy very often, he and a few friends have set up a company specializing in the sale of so-called optical equipment, like some kind of rangefinder, binoculars and other things.
(End of chapter)