Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 318: The Visitor is Looking for Someone

"My Lord, the head of the Harro Port Chamber of Commerce from the Duchy of Cornwall is outside the castle, requesting an audience with you."

Today is the last day of the three-day trade fair. Most of the chambers of commerce that came to the fair have received satisfactory purchase orders and have gradually left the wasteland and returned to the southern border.

Even the Dragonstone Chamber of Commerce, which had just signed a pharmaceutical franchise cooperation agreement with Harvey, said goodbye to Harvey and left the city early in the morning.

Besides the Harlow Port Chamber of Commerce...

Duncan, a high-level master of illusion, was sitting on the sofa in the study, chatting happily with Harvey. He slowly took back the alchemical prosthetic arm he had just removed from the coffee table and reinstalled it with skillful movements.

"My Lord, this is the Chamber of Commerce that Melissa and Jin have been closely monitoring. They discovered that there is a spellcaster hidden in the caravan..."

Harvey nodded. As early as the first day these chambers of commerce arrived in the Frontier Territory, he had received detailed surveillance intelligence from the Eye of Illusion and the Astrologer. There were indeed some bloodline warriors with extraordinary powers in most of the chambers of commerce. This was a very normal situation. After all, these were the heads of the major chambers of commerce in the southern region who came here in person. Although they had the Dragon Stone Chamber of Commerce as a reputable introduction, they also had to ensure their own personal safety.

However, the situation at the Harro Port Chamber of Commerce was very special. There were actually two spellcasters hidden in the team who were disguised as ordinary servants and staff. Although the two Eyes of Illusion could only monitor them from a distance and could not lock onto them accurately, judging from the strength of the magic fluctuations in their bodies, they were at least of intermediate level in spellcasting.

It is not uncommon for a chamber of commerce to employ spellcasters as consultants and bodyguards, but it is highly suspicious that a small, unknown chamber of commerce could place two spellcasters of mid-level or higher in a caravan, and do so in a sneaky way that dares not show themselves in public.

"Head of the Harlo Chamber of Commerce, are you here alone... or are you bringing an entourage?"

"My Lord, I brought two followers with me, but they were not found to be carrying any weapons."

Duncan chuckled. "How daring of them! Don't they know this is the territory of spellcasters? They dare to come here so rudely to ask for an audience with two mid-level spellcasters..."

When a spellcaster of the same rank wants to visit a local Aboriginal magician, he or she must follow the traditional etiquette of ancient wizards, reveal his or her identity, and present his or her magic seal as a visiting card in advance. Only after receiving a reply invitation letter from the owner of the place can he or she pay a polite visit.

Otherwise, this act of sneaking into the other party's territory is no different from an open provocation and is a great insult to the territory owner.

The Eye of Illusion politely pushed open the study door, bowed to Lord Harvey and Teacher Duncan, and asked, "Lord, Teacher, Melissa and I are in the lobby on the first floor. Do you want us to drive them away directly? Or... cooperate with the Lord's bloodline warriors to capture them and torture them?"

Duncan propped himself up with one hand, his heavy metal body slowly rising from the sofa. He placed his hand on his chest and bowed to Harvey, saying, "Your Excellency, this rude provocation is not worth your personal intervention. How about letting Melissa and I go down and teach them a lesson? How about detaining them first and letting you handle it?"

Harvey quickly waved his hands and shook his head. He didn't dare let this master of illusion who had undergone an alchemical prosthetic transplant surgery to take action for him. This was in his lord's castle. If a master of illusion with a body of steel cast his magic, he might be able to poke a big hole in the ceiling of the castle.

"No need, Mr. Duncan. I've never cared about those old-fashioned, traditional formalities. Since they've been under our close surveillance and haven't committed any misconduct in the past few days... They're all my invited Chamber of Commerce partners, so I have to give them some respect. Since they want to see me alone, let's go down and meet them together."

"Mr. Reynolds, other chambers of commerce have left one after another after the exhibition. I wonder what brings you here to see me?" Harvey sat at the top of the castle's reception room, holding a teacup and asked leisurely.

Two high-ranking people, the Eye of Illusion and the Astrologer, stood by his side, while their teacher Duncan sat on a chair on the left side below him. He turned his face towards Harvey with a somewhat disdainful attitude and did not give a good look to the three people who came to see him in the hall.

A group of bloodline warriors, carrying magic guns on their backs, stood in several rows on both sides of the castle's reception room, staring at the visitors with scorching eyes, revealing their undisguised hostility and vigilance.

Reynolds, the head of the Harro Port Chamber of Commerce, looked pale. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He bowed his head and saluted Harvey, then said tremblingly, "My Lord, please forgive our intrusion and rudeness. I really... I'm asked to find someone in your territory..."

"Oh?" Harvey narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised. "Business is secondary to your coming here. Your real purpose is to find someone?"

His mind raced as he thought carefully about how after he moved to the wasteland, most of the people he took in were local refugees. Apart from the half-elf Egno, whose identity was a bit more sensitive, there wasn't anyone else worth traveling thousands of miles to find.

Could it be that some person of high status mixed in with the group of refugees from the southern border and accidentally entered his territory to seek refuge?

"Who are you looking for? What is his specific identity? How did he come to my territory? What is his name?"

Harvey's relentless questioning only made the already terrified Reynolds even more panicked. He tremblingly pulled a sealed letter from his bosom and handed it to a guard, explaining in a low voice, "Please...please forgive me, my lord. I...I don't know the real name of that person. The lord who entrusted me with the search only gave me a strange magical letter and instructed me to find that person...and have him personally decipher the secret code on the letter before I could see its contents."

Captain Tommy, the captain of the personal guard, took the letter and was about to bend down to hand it to Lord Harvey. However, when he heard the other party say that this was a magic letter with a secret contract, he was worried that there was some strange trap hidden in it. He immediately widened his eyes and used his bloodline talent "Weakness Insight" to check the thin envelope back and forth several times, like a human security machine.

Harvey said, "With all due respect, your chances of finding your target in my territory with just a letter and an unknown client are slim... There are over 20,000 people living here. I can't expect them all to abandon their daily work and production tasks to come and test this secret magic letter."

Although these words meant a refusal to help, they were frank and gave the other party enough face, which immediately left President Reynolds speechless.

One of the two people who had been standing behind him in silence finally lost control and stepped forward. "Your Excellency, the person we're looking for is a necromancer who has been living in hiding on the borders of Saint Valen...! Given the discrimination and unfair treatment you orthodox spellcasters have shown towards this faction, he's probably reluctant to reveal his identity and live openly around here. So... please allow us free access to your territory and do our best to find any trace of him!"

Huh? A necromancer? Living near Jackdaw Town? Unwilling to reveal his identity?
As far as he knew, in the entire Grizzli Territory, apart from Mage Anthony who had moved away long ago for Daeus, there were two other officially registered members of the Federation who had been conscripted to serve in the Evil Moon Mountains during the first invasion of the Evil Orcs.

How could he not know that in the border area where he had lived and managed for three or four years, there was a mysterious necromancer hiding in his company?
(End of this chapter)