The New Gate - Chapter 3Book 21: (2)

In the Solarian Empire, people were divided by their blood. The nobles enjoyed their life in wealth, with fine wine and amazing food. They reigned supreme over the commoners. The only reason they were able to do this was that they had knowledge of the most powerful force in the world - magic. The nobles controlled their knowledge from easily going to commoners, making it harder for them to learn magic.

Leo, a young orphan in Solaria, had an incredibly powerful affinity for magic. He didn't even know about it because he could never learn magic- he was too poor to try and learn from any magic academies. He was just trying to survive the streets of Solhaven until he found the lost tome of the Arcane Emperor.

"I can beat a 7th Circle Mage."

"Wow! You must have trained for many decades. How old are you?"

"17."

"..."

The world was going to be turned upside down.

On a normal boring day, a message appears, inviting him to a Tutorial.

Accidentally transmigrating into another world, the men here are actually used to carry on the family line? !

a man who takes care of the house and children;

Men wash and cook;

Men are not good? Family law service! The mother-in-law is still trembling to intercede!

These days are really comfortable, and Qiao Yi feels that his life has reached its peak.

She must have saved the galaxy in her previous life.

So here comes the question:

Earn money to support your family? No problem, my wife is too skilled!

Best relative? Don’t be afraid, heads-up can beat five!

She hid in the mountains and went to live her own happy life, right?

But who can tell her, how can there be men in this deep mountain and old forest?

(Every collection and recommendation is my biggest motivation.)

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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