Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 100 Offline Revenge Action
A tall, sturdy middle-aged man with short dark red hair carried a delicate suitcase and walked slowly out of the continental teleportation array of the Federation branch in the Barkley Capital.

"Master Holden, greetings!" A waiter in a mage apprentice uniform stepped forward and bowed. "The branch president learned of your itinerary and asked me to wait here in advance..."

Phil Holden waved his hand impatiently and said, "I don't have time to waste on emotional exchanges with that guy Zaralos. Didn't I humiliate him enough at the Academic Court Council in Alaye last year?"

He walked out quickly with his suitcase in hand. The waiter followed him with a flushed face. "Master Holden, the branch president just wants to invite you to dinner..."

"No need for that. I need to abstain from food and alcohol recently. Leave those luxurious seafood, game, delicacies and fine wines to Zaralos to enjoy."

After saying that, he walked out of the Federation branch building without looking back, leaving the waiter standing at the door with a disheveled look on his face.

A commissioner came forward and looked at Fair's back in confusion as he quickly got into the carriage.

"Master Holden, is there something urgent that has brought you to the Barkley Capital?"

"I don't know, but don't ask around. The itinerary we sent you is stamped with a confidentiality seal."

……

Fair sat upright in the Federation's special carriage, closing his eyes and resting without saying a word.

The destination of the carriage was a beautiful manor on the outskirts of the royal capital, which was also a residence specially set up by the Federation for high-level spellcasters to visit.

As long as they are high-level spellcasters who work or are listed in the Federation, they can directly choose to stay in the manor under the name of the Federation, whether they are on official business or traveling to any country in the Southern Continent.

Even if Fair's real purpose of coming here was to fight for someone else, he still had to do what he had to do. All his itineraries were recorded in the Federation's books, which could also avoid many subsequent disputes and troubles.

Although he was well-known in the Federation for his bad temper, Fair still couldn't do such a stupid thing as coming out of the teleportation array and flying directly to the Barclay Royal Cathedral to hit someone on the head with a seven-ring fire explosion.

As far as he knew, there was more than one high-ranking priest of the Holy See in Barclay.

After arriving at the spellcaster's manor, Fair was led by the waiter into a luxurious and spacious suite. In addition to the bedroom and living room, it was even equipped with a small magic laboratory and study.

He put down the small suitcase he had been holding and gently turned the lock that was sealed with a magic reinforcement.

He didn't bring anything with him this time. The box only contained a few angular, crystal clear fire elemental magic stones, high-level and high-quality disposable gadgets, the kind he brought here with no intention of taking back.

There is also a tracking magic stone, which is a rare gadget made by the Alchemy Exploration Society. After recording the target image, it can lock the opponent within a certain range, but it will become ineffective immediately if it exceeds the range.

The last one was a rather oddly shaped branch, as if it had been repeatedly burned by fire and was charred black. This was what Fair truly treasured - his magic amplification artifact, the "Burning Tree".

In fact, most elemental spellcasters who have reached the level of Fell no longer pay much attention to using magical tools and other things to enhance their combat power and magic power. After all, their magic patterns are almost fully condensed with a large number of powerful spell models, and they have almost reached the top ability to cast spells instantly with just their thoughts.

But Fair is an outlier. He is not a research-oriented spellcaster who has always been engaged in spell analysis. Before he was forty years old, he was a spellcasting maniac who was stationed in the Evil Moon Mountains for a long time and frequently fought with demon spellcasters in the mage group all day long.

Therefore, he particularly favored high-volume, high-density spell-flooding tactics. Even when fighting alone, he never forgot to apply a multitude of spell-amplifying effects. The moment the enemy launched their first instant spell, he would unleash a barrage of Pyroblasts, Dragonfire, Scorch, and Fire Crows upon them. To ensure he could joyfully engage in spell-battles with his enemies, he spent years collecting numerous rare magical materials and undergoing a degree of magic resistance modification on his body, making him stand out among the frail spellcasters of the Union.

After all, most battle mages couldn't do what he did, waving his sandbag fists with a blazing effect, rushing to the front of the demon priest and engaging in close combat with him.

……

Knock, knock, knock! There was a soft knock on the door.

Fair closed the suitcase, walked to the door and turned the handle.

"Mr. Astrologer? No, you are his good friend?"

The visitor saluted gracefully by touching his chest, then walked sideways into Fair's room.

In this offline revenge operation carried out for "Stormwalker", all the participants signed identity confidentiality agreements under the witness of Mr. Turing, so there is no need to worry about exposing their identities.

The good friend of this "astrologer" happened to be a local spellcaster in Barkley, but his identity was kept secret, and Fair was too lazy to find out.

"You can call me the Eye of Illusion, haha, Mr. Son of Flame. I will soon have the honor of joining the Spellcaster Forum. I look forward to communicating with you in the forum..."

Fair curled his lips. It turned out that he was also a guy waiting in line to join the club.

He then assumed the airs of a new forum member, and said modestly, "Joining the forum isn't easy. Your sponsor will have to pay a huge price, and it also requires the unanimous approval of the administrator and all forum members."

Mr. Illusion Eye seemed to be quite mild-mannered. He didn't take Fair's words personally, and instead replied sincerely, "Indeed, I participated in this operation to express my goodwill to all of you members."

Fell nodded and spoke frankly, "There's another forum member who will be involved in this matter, Mr. Mithril Unicorn. I haven't received his message yet, so I don't know if he can join us on time."

Upon hearing this, the Eye of Illusion immediately raised his left hand to show Fair a sea-blue ring on his ring finger.

"Storage ring?" Fair was stunned. Is this guy showing off his wealth to me?

"Mr. Mithril Unicorn, strictly speaking, you have already reunited with me..." He said with a humorous wink.

Fair was confused and didn't understand the hidden meaning of his words.

The Eye of Illusion smiled and drove the magic power, casting a half-human-high silver-white metal jar from the storage ring. The jar was densely engraved with magical inscriptions that were constantly flowing and changing, but the strange thing was that the jar itself did not have the slightest magical fluctuation.

"Hiss~ What the hell is this thing?" Fair stared at the jar device on the ground and turned it around a few times but couldn't see anything.

The Eye of Illusion smiled and explained, "This is the help provided by Mr. Unicorn, and it is also our greatest reliance in this operation—the anti-forbidden magic spell array."

(End of this chapter)