I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Author: Tangli Bujianxue

Summary:

He was chosen to travel to the magical world and become a witch.

But precisely because of the existence of magic, nobles with pure bloodlines have completely completed the closed loop of privilege from birth to death.

Magic should benefit the world just as much as industry, but the world shouldn't be like this.

Someone once said that some people want to live a good life, while some people want everyone to live as good as them.

Perhaps this world doesn't care about one more witch or one more noble.

But ordinary people care, they need someone who can tell the world that ordinary people also have power!

Steam engine! Transportation revolution! Industrial revolution! The combination of magic and industry!

Guns! Heavy artillery! Tanks! Fleets!

History always advances on the saber, and dignity is always on the edge of the sword!

The clash of systems! The clash of muskets and magic! The clash of heavy artillery and wizards!

The iron eagle competes with the dragon in the sky, and the tiger king wrestles with the behemoth on land.

Science brings civilization, the fleet brings power, and nuclear peace is the truth!

I give you war! To end war with war!

If there has to be a king, why can't it be me?

Medea said so.

Chapter 1: Traveling through the Magical World

"Where is this?"

'I'm not dead?'

An Ning, who had traveled through time and space and was reborn, struggled to open his eyes. The bright and dazzling light he saw made him burst into tears.

She kept blinking her eyes, and the tears in her eyes made it difficult for her to see the surrounding environment. She could only see the culprit who made her tears burst out through her blurry and fragmented vision.

There seemed to be countless small dots emitting white light surrounding him!

An Ning instinctively tried to get up, but no matter how hard she tried, her hands were still so soft that she couldn't even feel anything.

The feeling of being unable to control her limbs made her extremely panic.

"I am not disabled, am I?!"

"It was crushed by the bookshelf. If it's just disabled, it should be considered as my good fortune, right?"

An Ning's rapid breathing woke up the woman who was taking a nap beside the luxurious big bed.

The woman barely opened her red and swollen eyes, and seeing An Ning's appearance, she immediately rushed to her side and gently stroked her forehead. The burning feeling she had felt before had disappeared, and she happily shouted towards the door:

"Angie! Quick! Go and get Father Karls over here, Mitia's fever is starting to subside!"

The young girl outside the house also spoke with surprise: "Really? Madam, I'll go now!"

An Ning frowned. There seemed to be something wrong with her eyes. It was like she had turned on an infrared simulator. She could see the human figure but couldn't see it clearly.

Not understanding what was going on, she closed her eyes again.

At least An Ning could be sure of one thing, that she was not dead, and that was enough.

Soon she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, followed by a calm middle-aged male voice whispering something near her, and a warm power entered her body.

The man in a white divine robe turned around and nodded to Alyssa: “Awakening is successful, congratulations.”

Finally relieved, Alyssa leaned against Anjie, covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

The middle-aged priest looked reluctant. The marquise in front of him, who was still extremely beautiful despite her bulging belly, almost lost her father-in-law, husband, and child in one week.

Fortunately, the child was saved, otherwise the poor woman would have been staked by the angry people.

After pondering the pros and cons for a moment, the priest sighed, but still said:

"Old Marquis Ackerman and Marquis Harmon died for their country. They are undoubtedly heroes of the kingdom! Marquise, please accept my condolences."

Alyssa wiped her eyes and whispered, “Yes! I will always be proud of my husband and father-in-law. I will raise and teach the children of the Astaire family well!”

And the people in An Ning who were dozing off were already dumbfounded

"I died and traveled through time?!"

It’s obvious that I, a timid college student, didn’t even leave the school after graduation. I avoided thirty years of detour and became a school librarian. How come I’m in trouble in less than a year?

Or was he crushed to death by the collapsed bookshelf... Now it's good...

But speaking of it, the Crunchy Shark is worthy of being called a Crunchy Shark. It is fragile and hard to kill. Even if it is crushed into a paper man, it can still be reborn...

...

Time passes quietly

Under the ancient tree in the center of the vast manor, the servants of the Astor family set up a luxurious parasol and brought in chairs and tables.

After the eldest daughter of the noble Marquis Astaire recovered from a serious illness, she would sit in this place for a few hours almost every day, taking the Marquise out to relax.

"I don't know when this year's drought will end. I don't know how hard it is for the people in my territory right now. Sigh..."

A year has passed, and now Mrs. Elisa has barely come out of her grief.

However, her beautiful face was filled with sorrow at this moment, and she had no appetite at all when she looked at the exquisite snacks on the table in front of her.

"We have exempted rent for three years and distributed relief food. Fort Campesina and the city of Sylvias have increased the price of our food by five times. We have done the best that the Astaire family can do."

"Unfortunately, there are already poor people who have starved to death in the territory. There were more than ten cases yesterday alone, and the number is gradually increasing."

The silver-haired girl sitting quietly on the chair beside him said softly while holding a cup of black tea with a strong milky aroma:

There was no emotion in her gorgeous violet eyes, as if she had just said that today's black tea was pretty good.

In fact, her attention was focused on the dynamic video projected on her retina, which showed an analysis of the internal and external structural parts of an early steam locomotive and its operating principles.

That’s right, this girl was An Ning. After she woke up, she found that there was a strange system in her mind. There were countless technological information in it, but most of it was black.

During the time she was awake and recuperating, in addition to getting familiar with this new world, she was also working hard to learn all the knowledge she could in the system in case of emergency.

Hearing that people were beginning to starve to death, Alyssa couldn't help but ask, "What else can we do?"

An Ning, or Medea, withdrew his attention and shook his head: "There is nothing we can do. If we take five times the price, then the next time it will be ten times... twenty times... until we run out of money..."

"Uh, wuwuwu..."

She gently patted the butt of the little blonde who was whimpering and moving in her arms, and continued:

"Mother, it's not that we are standing by and watching people die. It's that we don't have the initiative to solve the food problem. It's those noble merchants who hoarded food and raised the price that cut off the livelihood of the common people."

Alyssa's plump chest rose and fell violently with anger, and she scolded: "This group of greedy and damned termites! They should be hanged in the barren wheat field!"

Medea actually nodded in agreement: "Yes, this way the wheat harvest next year will definitely be very good."

Before Alyssa could say anything else, a maid in the distance hurried over and bowed, saying, "Miss, there is a convoy outside. They said they are from Campbesburg and want to see you. The carriages are full of food!"

The young maids could hardly hide their excitement in their tone; they were all born and raised in Uruk, and their families had all suffered from disasters.

"Are we there yet? Then come on, lead me there."

The little guy who had squinted his eyes and was lying on her neck with his head held high stood up.

Alyssa, who was still furious, covered her mouth in surprise. She quickly reacted: “Media...you bought it?”

Medea nodded slightly: "I paid five times the price, but later they increased it to ten times, so I agree with what you just said. They really should be hanged in the wheat field."

"I assure you that you will see this scene in the future."

Elisa looked at Medea's receding back lovingly

The little thing that used to wait anxiously for his parents and grandpa to come home has really grown up now.

that is...

Alyssa wrinkled her nose and looked at the place where the column of smoke rose from deep in the manor: “I don’t know what Medea is tinkering with, it’s dirty.”

...

Chapter 2 The Fate of Ordinary People

When Medea arrived at the gate of the manor to take over the caravan, a rumbling sound of horse hooves came from afar, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a cavalry team of unknown size.

The caravan guards were so frightened that they jumped up and down in panic. After a while they managed to form a simple defensive formation. At this time, the nearest cavalry was less than a hundred meters away.

There was a hint of contempt in Mitia's eyes, and he explained to the pale-faced leader of the Chamber of Commerce, "It's okay. This is the cavalry guard of our territory. I transferred them here to escort this batch of grain."

The fat head of the Chamber of Commerce smiled reluctantly upon hearing this: "That's good, that's good..."

As he spoke, he took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. During the conversation, the cavalry guards had slowly stopped and formed a neat formation. They all dismounted and knelt on one knee respectfully:

"Miss Medea!"

There were not many people, only twenty of them, but the voices of these twenty people drowned out all the noise, and their strong aura made the restless caravan guards become obedient.

When the leading captain Graf saw this scene, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes hidden under the heavy helmet. These hundreds of people were useless except for their numbers. He and his men could slaughter them all in minutes.

At Medea's signal, Graf and his men remounted their horses and began to take over the grain team. A group of infantrymen were on the way behind them.

The Uruk Royal Guard Knights have a total of only fifty people. This is the greatest wealth that Ackerman left them. Most of the money earned by the Astar family over the years has been invested in these fifty people.

Their entire bodies, including their war horses, are clad in heavy armor made of materials that have a certain magic immunity effect. Even the mage corps will have to take a detour in a head-on attack. Their personnel are all citizens of the Lord Astar, and their loyalty is unquestionable. They are the trump cards in Medea's hand.

Bidding farewell to the caravan that had fled in panic, Medea led the convoy towards the city under the protection of the heavy cavalry guards.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the large tracts of cracked fields passing by, Medea sighed inwardly.

"Miss, what's wrong? You look unhappy."

A voice that sounded a little childish came over. It was the voice of the maid who was kneeling beside her. She was three years younger than Medea, who had just turned thirteen. She was Anna, the daughter of Angel, her mother's personal maid.

Angel is Elisa's best friend. After Elisa became a marquise, she kept her with her. Now her daughter has become Medea's maid.