Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 149 Anonymous Honorary Member

Alayeh is known as the Magic City and the City of Miracles.

A huge floating wizard tower stands above the city, looming in the clouds. The pure white stone tower reflects dazzling light under the sunlight.

This is the headquarters of the Spellcasters' Union, known as the iconic magic building of the Sky Realm.

As one of the three chiefs of the Supreme Council of the Federation, Kemo Salas does not often come here to work on weekdays. The chief of the council is just an honorary position. The departments that are truly responsible for handling daily complicated affairs are actually the Department of Magic Affairs, the Department of Combat Defense, the Department of Academic Research, and the Department of External Affairs set up under the council.

Alaye's laws prohibit any spellcaster from using the flying spell at will within the city, but this does not limit legendary spellcasters like Kemo Salas - the short-distance teleportation spell using the plane flash is not strictly speaking considered flying on the wind.

On the pure white stone steps in front of the Sky Realm Mage Tower, the space suddenly showed a slight distortion. The next second, the figure of Kemo Salas, wearing a simple mage robe, appeared directly on the stairs.

He paid no attention to the spellcasters passing by, who subconsciously bowed to him, lifted the hem of his robe, and walked towards the tower gate in two steps.

There are countless strange and mysterious patterns painted on the gate of the high tower in the Sky Realm, and a strange human face without eyes is engraved as a relief in the middle of the gate. When Kemo Salas approached the gate, the human face suddenly trembled slightly, and then put on an exaggerated and flattering smile.

"Respected Lord Saras, welcome to the Sky Domain today. Lord Dawson has arrived before you and is currently awaiting your arrival in the lounge on the top floor..."

Sarath interrupted the pupilless man's long opening speech with an expressionless face, "Enzo, please shut up! Open the door!"

The man called Enzo laughed dryly and silently manipulated the huge metal door to slowly open.

The legendary spellcaster walked in without hesitation, his steps much more hurried than usual. Today he had taken the initiative to invite the other two chiefs to come to the Sky Domain to discuss matters, and there was no reason for him to be late and make the other party wait.

I took the small teleportation array specially set up in the tower to the top floor. Under the guidance of the waiter, I just opened the door of the lounge and heard two voices arguing from inside.

Sarath frowned, knowing that his two colleagues were arguing about some fantastic academic issues again.

Moreover, when one of them cannot visit Alayeh in person, they still quarrel fiercely from a distance.

In the lounge, a short old man was standing in front of a full-length mirror inlaid with silver carvings, with an excited expression, spitting excitedly as he expounded his views.

In the ordinary-looking full-length mirror, there was now an image of a middle-aged man in a black robe leaning against a desk. He was frowning and rolling his eyes, trying to interrupt the short old man's long speech several times, but he forced himself to endure it.

"Dawson, Gallagher, I'm here!" Salas walked forward and greeted them directly, rescuing the black-robed man in the mirror.

"Hah! Sarath, you're finally here. I'm so fed up with this Dawson. He just tinkers with his useless research topic all day long, and he wants to drag me down with him..." The black-robed man in the mirror showed joy on his face. He quickly stood up and stuck to the mirror, smiling through the thin layer of silver-plated glass.

The short old man called Dawson had a rather funny red nose and slightly sparse hair on his head. He heard the sarcasm in the words of the man in black robe and immediately started cursing in anger.

"Useless research topic? Who are you calling useless? My research direction has the potential to create a brand new school of magic. Humph, I'm afraid you two will never achieve it in your lifetime..."

As he roared excitedly, bits of saliva spurted out of his mouth and splashed onto the mirror, scaring the man in black robe so much that he stepped back repeatedly, as if he didn't want to be hurt by the other person's saliva even through the glass.

Saras interrupted silently, "Alright, let's discuss your research topic later. I didn't call you here today for an academic debate!"

He slowly sat down on the soft sofa, picked up the black tea that the waiter had prepared for him in advance and took a sip before getting down to business.

"The secret report from Black Rock City last night was sent in advance by someone you arranged for, Gallagher, right?"

The man in the mirror nodded. "Yes, my spy in the Evil Moon Mine obtained the intelligence immediately. After confirming the authenticity of the information, I immediately wrote to inform you."

He paused, and added with a complicated expression: "Since I'm not sure whether it was really that mysterious being who took action, I didn't dare to send you a message directly through the forum, for fear that the news would leak out in advance..." The man in black robe was one of the three chiefs of the Federation, the legendary arcane wizard Wes Gallagher, and the "Shadow Knight" who was personally recommended by Sarath and invited to the Spellcaster Forum.

Another chief, Soren Dawson, is actually also a member of the forum, but he was just recommended to join by Shadow Knight a month ago. He currently has no right to speak and can only listen in throughout the whole process.

"Don't worry about the news leaking out. I've already confirmed directly with Mr. Turing that it was indeed "Him" who took action..."

As soon as Sarath said this, the other two fell into a brief silence.

"A mysterious being in the Demonic Web plane, able to instantly cross the plane and kill a high-level Bloodline Knight, as well as the dozens of mid-level Inquisitors and priests guarding him..."

"I don't think I can do it easily. Even if I can kill the other party, it will take some effort and time, and my identity will definitely be exposed..." Gallagher sighed with a complicated expression.

As a legendary arcane spellcaster, he majored in the rather unpopular shadow magic school. Moreover, as the only one of the three chiefs of the Federation who was originally a combat mage, even he felt that he could not handle this incident cleanly and efficiently, which really shows that there is indeed a certain degree of difficulty.

The high-level attack spells of a legendary battle mage are indeed extremely powerful, but the prerequisite is that he needs to let go and use them indiscriminately. For a legendary mage like Gallagher who has been famous for a long time, if he acts rashly, his self-created high-level spells will immediately expose his true identity, making it difficult to cover up.

"Your Shadow Storm can be used to directly flatten the Evil Moon Mining Area, but those civilians will probably not be spared. Fortunately, Mr. Turing is willing to take action and clear us of any connection." Dawn rarely agreed with Gallagher's point of view, but the facts were before him.

He was a typical old-school research-oriented spellcaster. Asking him to resolve the dispute in the Evil Moon Mine would be more troublesome than Gallagher's. After all, he was not proficient in many high-level attack spells, and his most powerful "Dawn Soul-Stealing Spell" had a very wide coverage once it was cast, and it was almost an indiscriminate attack on both humans and animals.

Sarath sighed. "Alright, now that the news indicates the problem has been perfectly resolved, there's no need to revisit the plan we've discussed countless times before. None of us three can take action. This is a fait accompli."

"The problem now is that the other party has made a very strange request regarding the promise I made earlier. I didn't agree immediately, but in order to avoid angering that gentleman, we need to discuss and reach a conclusion as soon as possible."

"One of them wishes to join the Union anonymously... and also seeks authorization to freely access and review magical research documents, as well as the right to publish them."

Dawn was stunned for a moment, then asked with a strange expression, "What? Consulting literature and publishing papers? Is this the reason why he... or they, helped us?"

Gallagher interjected incredulously in the mirror, "Any active spellcaster in the Federation with higher authority can obtain these rights. This... isn't this too worthless?"

Sarath nodded in agreement. "Yes, I find it strange, too, but I can't imagine what it means. After all, they're not of our race. Although they've never shown any ill will in the past, we still have to be wary of any possible conspiracy..."

Dawn couldn't help but sneer, mocking himself, "What? You think the Federation's cherished, outdated knowledge and old-fashioned techniques are worth the cost of plagiarizing? Humph, just think about their methods. Killing a few demon slayers is as easy as crushing a few flies..."

Sadas sighed softly. He also felt that his thoughts were a bit too sensitive and stressful. "What about Gallagher? What do you think?"

The black-robed legendary battle mage pondered for a moment before cautiously replying, "I reluctantly agree with Dawn. Given their abilities and status, I'm afraid they're not really targeting the Federation itself. We all know that those so-called precious documents and magical research papers piled high in the Sky Region's towers are probably worthless in the eyes of the ancient intelligent races."

The reliance of short-lived species like humans on the path of magic is far inferior to the knowledge accumulated over thousands of years by the ancient races with long lifespans. The only advantage they can gain is actually the courage to change and the enthusiasm for knowledge. This is the real bargaining chip that enables human spellcasters to stand at the top of the continent's magic tower.

"I've heard that some secretive ancient races enjoy observing and recording various historical fragments and knowledge lost in the long river of time... This gentleman who wants to join us is even codenamed the Observer. I'm afraid he lives up to his name, an ancient being with a peculiar hobby..."

The three legendary spellcasters looked at each other and finally reached a consensus on this issue.

The mysterious gentleman named Observer Neumann was allowed to join the Spellcaster Union anonymously. The three chiefs unanimously authorized him to freely access and read the magic research documents collected and preserved in the Union, and also granted him the right to publish the research documents.

The first honorary member of the Federation, who only enjoys rights but does not need to fulfill obligations, was officially born in the hundreds of years since its establishment.

(End of this chapter)