Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 244 Territory News
Durt originally thought that this spellcaster who lived in seclusion in Jackdaw Town should live in a wizard tower in the remote mountains outside the town, or simply use a deep cave somewhere in the mountains as a secret laboratory.

Unexpectedly, after completing their quarantine treatment, they were taken into the belly of a gigantic metal monster. After several bumps, they crossed the towering Jackdaw Ridge and arrived at a private frontier territory in the northern wilderness.

After settling the young mage apprentice in an exquisitely styled small building, Durt was taken directly to the castle area by a team of soldiers and went straight into the study of the lord's castle.

In the luxuriously decorated and brightly lit study, a black-haired man of the same age as him was sitting in a large armchair behind the desk with a smile on his face, listening to the report of his personal guards with his head tilted.

"This is the Lord of the Northern Frontier Territory, His Excellency Harvey Floyd, and also a spellcaster officially registered with the Federation."

Durte's eyes widened suddenly, and he was shocked to find that the familiar voice came from the mouth of a tall metal body in the study - the one who treated the plague for him every day in the past few days... was actually the alchemical prosthesis in front of him?
The spellcaster who sheltered and cured them was actually also a noble lord with a vast fiefdom?
Durt felt his mind go blank. For a moment, he didn't know whether to greet the other party with ancient wizard etiquette or follow the usual etiquette of spellcasters meeting nobles.

"It's okay, I don't mind the clichéd etiquette." Harvey couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the other party's awkward and frightened posture.

"Please forgive my impoliteness, Your Excellency..."

Harvey casually raised his hand and pointed to the soft sofa beside him, motioning Durte to sit down and talk to him.

"Are you Flame... uh, Mr. Phil Holden's nephew? You do look very similar, and that fiery red hair is really eye-catching."

The corner of Durt's mouth twitched. He felt that the tone of the Mage Lord was a little strange. They were obviously of similar age, so why did he treat him more like an elder who cared about him?

"Fell Holden... is my uncle, but we haven't seen each other for many years, ever since I took up the job at the Saint Valen Union branch."

Harvey hummed, then changed the subject and asked in a deep voice, "Please give me a detailed account of what happened in the capital of Saint Valen."

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"Welcome to the Frontier Territory!" In the restaurant of the guesthouse, an alchemy apprentice looked at the group of new mage apprentices and smiled as he asked them to sit at the dining table.

"Just call me Ryan. If the lord hadn't said that I'm of similar age to you guys and we can get closer, Mr. Chris wouldn't be so kind as to give me half a day off. There's no way I can finish the work in the alchemy lab." The alchemy apprentice introduced himself while asking the waiters to keep bringing hot food.

Tarun and Lilith looked at each other, then picked up their knives and forks nervously. The other younger apprentices saw the two seniors start to eat, and then they picked up their cutlery and started to eat the food on the table that they had been drooling over for a long time.

"Hmm... smells so good! What kind of poultry is this? The skin is so crispy and the inside is so tender."

"Oh my god, I've never eaten such delicious pastries. The filling is made of honey and jam."

"This is... fruit wine? Senior Lilith, aren't we not allowed to drink alcohol?"

Ryan said with a smile: "It's okay, this fruit wine has a very mild taste and won't make you drunk. You've been tired all the way, so you need a little drink to relax."

As the other person spoke, Tarun politely put down his knife and fork. "Ryan, I heard you mention alchemy. Is it possible that in addition to the magic lab for spellcasters, there is also a separate alchemy lab in the Pioneer Territory?" "Of course, the alchemy and magic labs are two completely different independent departments. The daily experiments and work tasks are also very different... For example," Ryan pointed at himself with some pride, "I am responsible for the research and development of civilian products and independently lead an alchemy team."

Lilith asked doubtfully, "Civilian use? Product development? Isn't alchemy meant for nobles and spellcasters? I remember the laws of the Southern Territory forbid the use of magical alchemical products on ordinary people."

Tarun frowned and quickly kicked Lilith under the table.

Ryan laughed nonchalantly, "What does that matter? This is the Northern Wasteland! The pioneering territories beyond the borders only follow the laws set by the Lord. Everything is based on the Lord's will."

He stood up and carried the plate of cream cake in front of him to a group of children who couldn't reach it. He turned back and sat down, saying gently, "Alchemy itself isn't just for a certain class. The Lord himself said that alchemy has a wide range of applications and we shouldn't limit ourselves to it. Doing so will only hinder our development and improvement."

Tarun nodded in agreement, not dwelling on this somewhat sensitive topic, and asked instead: "Such a sumptuous meal must cost a lot, I... We have already spent all the money on the way here, this..."

"Hahaha, no no no! Whether it's the food or the house you live in, it's all the lord's hospitality to you. I don't have to spend any money at all, and of course you don't have to pay anything either." Ryan couldn't help laughing, but felt that this was a bit rude, so he quickly said, "I'm just enjoying the delicious food with you. With my salary, I don't have the opportunity to eat such sumptuous meals every day."

Lilith almost spit out the hot tea she had just taken a sip of. "What? Apprentices get paid?"

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After lunch, alchemy apprentice Ryan reluctantly said goodbye to the group of new friends he had just met.

Tarun and Lilith returned to the comfortable room on the second floor of the guesthouse, closed the door and discussed the matter anxiously.

"Mr. Durt has been summoned by the Lord and hasn't returned yet. We've been placed in this building and can't leave freely. Look at those guards at the door. They must be people sent by the Lord to monitor and control us."

Lilith pondered for a moment and then said, "You mean, you're worried that the noble lords here will betray us and hand us over to the church?"

Tarun frowned and shook his head, feeling that his thoughts were contradictory. "From the time we entered the territory until we arrived here, we didn't see any churches or church members at all. I doubt there is any church influence here. After all, this is the Northern Wasteland."

The two were talking in a low voice when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open and Durte walked in with a happy look on his face.

"Mr. Durt!" The young mage apprentice immediately found his backbone.

"Is everyone okay? I heard from the soldiers downstairs that you have already had lunch?" Durt asked in a gentle voice.

Lilith nodded. "Well, have you gone to meet the Lord? What should we do next? That...that Lord, is he willing to take us in and shelter us?"

"Of course!" Durt sat down on the soft sofa with a relaxed demeanor and said with a smile, "We don't need to hide anymore. From today on, this will be our home for a long time to come. I will serve the lord, and at the same time... you will also join the territory like me and continue to study magic!"

(End of this chapter)