Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 319: Long-lost News from an Old Friend

"You're allowed to freely enter and exit the Lord's fiefdom, and yet you're asked to dig deep underground to find a necromancer you've never even seen?" Duncan finally lost his temper and snorted coldly, "Even if someone from the Union came, they wouldn't dare make such an outrageous and rude request to the Lord!"

He stood up suddenly, shook off his wizard robe, pointed a finger at the two people standing behind Reynolds, the leader of the Harro Chamber of Commerce, and said contemptuously: "My two fellow magicians, there is no need to hide anything. I demand that you give the Lord the respect he deserves, otherwise..."

The other person, who had been silent the entire time, finally stepped forward, bowed slightly in an ancient wizard's salute, and said calmly, "Mr. Advisor, there's no need to be so angry. Please forgive us, Lord, for concealing our identities... After all, as my companions mentioned, orthodox spellcasters have never been very friendly to us necromancers. To avoid unnecessary conflict and trouble, we have no choice but to do this."

He pointed to his companion and introduced, "This is Mr. White, and I, please call me Black."

Harvey narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - this was the first time he met his "fellow spellcasters" face to face in the outside world since he graduated from the Necromancer Academy. Considering that the faction of Necromancers was sparsely populated, this meeting was quite meaningful to some extent.

"That's all right," Harvey said, waving his hand, signaling Duncan not to continue his protest against the three visitors. "In my territory, there is no discrimination against any spellcasting faction. You can reveal your identities freely."

He paused, still very puzzled, and asked, "But... I have never heard of that anonymous necromancer you mentioned. Perhaps he has already left here and moved to a secluded place somewhere else."

Having said that, Harvey politely took the magic letter presented by Captain Tommy of the Royal Guard and glanced at the magic emblem pattern attached to the seal.

Ok? ? ?
this! ! !
Harvey straightened up suddenly, moved closer to observe again, and finally stood up with some excitement.

"Wait! I know who you are looking for this time!"

He walked down the stairs, put down his hand to stop the two necromancers from asking questions, and said in a deep voice, "Please stay here and rest for a while. I'll wait for a moment... Mr. Duncan, please help me receive these three guests."

After saying that, he quickly went to the study on the second floor of the castle, leaving everyone in the hall looking at each other in confusion and silence.

After returning to the study and ordering the door to be closed, Harvey took out a folder from the desk drawer with a smile on his face. He pulled out several letters that had already been opened and carefully compared the seals and emblems attached to them with the secret letter under the desk lamp.

"That guy Ash Lambert! I thought he met with misfortune and died on the demon battlefield, but I didn't expect he's still alive!"

The last time Harvey corresponded with this close friend from his college days was when he was about to move from Jackdaw Town to the wizard ruins in the northern wilderness.

In Lambert's last reply, he mentioned that for some reasons, he would soon set off for the Evil Moon Mountains to join the Mage Corps for three years of service. However, he never expected that there would be no news from him after he left. Harvey subsequently sent him several letters according to the messenger location he left, but they all fell into the sea.

As a classmate and roommate who had lived and studied together for nearly five years, Harvey was very clear about Lambert's spellcasting level and ability level - if he didn't rely on the various undead magic tools equipped by his family and the stitched corpse puppet passed down for three generations, Harvey would probably be able to use common magic to make him run around in a one-on-one magic duel in just a meal's time.

Ash Lambert is a typical "second-generation waste law". Apart from his good character and gentle personality, his only advantage is probably his generosity... He regards money as dirt, which is one of the few advantages that can attract Harvey to make friends with him.

"Served for three years... then suddenly disappeared, and now he's reappeared and secretly contacted me..."

Harvey slapped his forehead, his answer instantly dawning on him—this audacious fellow must have been a draft dodger! He took the letter, stretched out his finger to touch the magic seal on the seal, and immediately sensed the decrypted content engraved within. He couldn't help but grin.

Lambert, that fool, still loves playing the code-breaking game they had long since grown tired of playing during their time at the academy...

It was extremely easy for Harvey to break the secret covenant. He only needed to shout out the secret nicknames that several classmates had given each other in private when they were in college within a few seconds of the secret covenant being activated to ensure that the letter would not be burned by magic.

"Legendary Idea King!" Harvey whispered the decrypted code name representing himself, and couldn't help rubbing his face, feeling embarrassed.

But it is still much better than the "super ATM" he took out for Lambert.

Harvey couldn't wait to unfold the letter, and the familiar messy handwriting appeared before his eyes.

[My dear Harvey! Forgive me for being gone for so long...]

Those days in Blackrock City were truly too difficult. The Union's scoundrels constantly targeted and harassed me. Many times when I was out on missions, I felt a chill down my spine... It was like I was being watched. It was terrifying.

[At the time, I thought that if he died accidentally, the fatal spell wouldn't have hit him directly on the body...]

[So I had no choice but to run away! Damn it, family reputation and personal reputation are not as important as my own life!]

"When you read this letter, you should have met my two companions... Mr. White and Mr. Black, right? There's no need to be so reserved with them. They grew up with me and are close brothers. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have dared to ask them to come look for you on my behalf."

"Harvey, listen to me... Right now, throughout the southern region, both the orthodox spellcasting organizations and the abominable church clerics have begun a covert or overt purge of us undead spellcasters. These hypocritical people, seeking fame and reputation, are pinning the blame for the spread of the plague on us and spreading it everywhere. Even my family's ancestral home in Daes has been attacked by unidentified spellcasters!"

White and Black secretly traveled to Saint Valen this time to retrieve several fellow mages hiding in the country. I also asked them to tip you off. After all, you're hiding in the border area and aren't very well-informed. I also don't dare easily reveal my real-world coordinates when communicating with you.

[A thousand words condensed into one piece of advice! The southern kingdoms are no longer places to stay. If you don't have a safe place to go, please follow my two relatives and conceal your identity. I will wait for you in a safe place to meet you again!]

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a warm current flowing in his heart.

Lambert, this guy, evaded military service and moved away with his family to seek refuge, but he still remembered his old classmate who was hiding at the border of Saint Valen. He would rather risk exposing his identity and getting into trouble, and let someone come and help him.

Although this friend is not very good, he is really worth making friends with!

(End of this chapter)