Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 320 Witness of Friendship

"Are you the person Lambert is looking for? The necromancer who lives in seclusion on the border of Saint Valen?!"

Black and White, who were invited to the castle study alone, looked at each other with some surprise and doubt. When they followed the Harlo Chamber of Commerce into the wasteland territory, they did hear that the owner of this pioneering territory was a feudal lord with the identity of a spellcaster, and his rank should be not low.

Observations over the next few days also showed that there were indeed many traces of spellcasters and magic apprentices in this pioneering territory. This was obviously the prosperous ancestral land run by an ancient wizard family for generations, but its geographical location was a bit secretive and low-key.

Harvey generously showed the letter emblem he had received to his two fellow necromancers. "We lost contact shortly after Lambert left for the Evil Moon Mountains. Before that, we had been in frequent contact without interruption."

White laughed bitterly. "How rude! Lambert seems to have underestimated your family background and personal strength. He actually asked us to come find you and take you there while ensuring your personal safety..."

Apart from anything else, the magic advisors under this lord have not concealed their identities as high-level spellcasters at all, and are very likely to be powerful combat wizards.

It's as absurd as a salted fish asking two mice to come all the way to protect a few lions.

Blake, obviously a very straightforward person, asked doubtfully, "But... Lambert clearly told me that the best friend he's looking for is a necromancer! But you... I'm sorry, I can't even sense the slightest bit of escaping death magic from you..."

That's because I'm not doing my job properly... Harvey complained silently in his heart.

"Haha, you two don't have to doubt me. Because I've mastered multiple spellcasting schools, I can't strictly be considered a pure undead spellcaster... However, the friendship between Mr. Lambert and I, who have been classmates for many years, is truly undeniable."

He also practices magic... He has high-level spellcasters serving him and owns such a prosperous pioneering territory. It is said that this lord also raises a large number of private soldiers. Just from the bloodline warriors guarding the hall just now, it can be seen that his strength should not be underestimated.

It seems that the other party's true identity must be a rare genius who is being trained as the successor in a secret ancient wizard family.

Thinking of this, the two necromancers had an idea almost at the same time - fortunately, they had not done anything inappropriate or offensive on other people's territory in the past few days, otherwise they would probably not be able to escape unscathed.

"Your Excellency, since everything is Lambert's imagination, our visit this time has become a complete misunderstanding. In addition to expressing our sincere apologies, we will immediately leave your territory and will not cause you any further trouble..."

Harvey waved his hand and said, "Wait! I don't think you two can leave me for the time being..."

Blake's heart tightened, and his hands, hidden in his robe sleeves, unconsciously clenched into fists. He said nervously, "Sir, given the friendship between you and Lambert... can't you forgive our offense of hiding our identities and sneaking into your territory this time?"

These people, who came from ancient wizard families, truly valued wizard traditions, rules, and etiquette. They probably considered the two men's intrusion into their territory a serious offense and insult...

The two exchanged glances repeatedly, their minds racing as they thought about how to escape safely.

Four bloodline warriors standing by the wall in the study were watching intently, and the undisguised magical pressure of a high-level spellcaster could be clearly felt outside the door... Mr. Duncan, the magic consultant who was leisurely drinking tea downstairs, must have been keeping a close eye on the two people's every move as they met the lord alone.

Harvey was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had been misunderstood. He quickly explained, "No, no, no! I am not going to use force to detain you or punish you, hahaha! I just want you to stay here for a few more days while I prepare the gift for Lambert, and then leave with my reply. This... is not too much of a embarrassment for you, right?" Uh... now it was the turn of the two necromancers to be stunned.

"Okay...Okay, we'll be happy to hand over...the gift and reply letter to Lambert..."

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After nightfall, Harvey took Asdalen and Chris into the laboratory under the castle to tinker with it.

"Sir, what exactly is this gift specially prepared for your...classmate?" Chris wore a protective mask that covered his entire head and was holding a "magic welding gun" made of mithril. He was carefully engraving magic runes on a huge rectangular wooden box.

Asdalen lowered his head and quickly assembled something on the metal lab table, but he was busy talking. "The adults obviously want us to divide the work and work together to complete a part of the gift... Chris, what you are doing at hand, I think it's making the gift box!"

Harvey suppressed his laughter and didn't explain. Chris was stunned for a moment, then took off his mask and asked in surprise, "Sir, did Mr. Asdalen guess right? Such a big gift box? What's going to be put in it?"

It is definitely not some powerful and strange magic weapon. After all, judging from the "packaging specifications", it doesn't make sense. If it is such a big magic weapon, probably only dragons and giants can hold it and use it. Moreover... if you want to give something as a gift, why does the packaging box have to be engraved with runes? The magic weapon inside will not become a spirit and escape by itself.

Wait! It's become a spirit...

Chris slapped his forehead and said proudly, "Sir! I think I guessed what your gift is!"

Asdalen stood up in confusion, looking at Chris like he was a fool. "What's so hard to guess? Such a big box must be filled with a disassembled and reassembled magic car! Didn't the master say that his close friend is currently suffering political persecution and is on the run? Sending him a lightning-fast magic car is like timely help!"

The hot tea Harvey had just drunk was sprayed out in one gulp...

Chris shook his head confidently and retorted, "No, no! If the magic vehicle wants to continue to operate, it must use our unique liquid magic energy. Unless you continue to provide it with energy, otherwise we can only watch this heavy alchemical vehicle lying there..."

He chuckled as he approached Harvey, saying proudly, "Sir, since your friend is a necromancer, I imagine... you're planning to give him a... necromancer alchemical puppet made by fusing a stitched corpse puppet with an alchemical prosthetic body, right?"

Harvey then narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Chris's brain is still a little quicker, but you can only be considered to have guessed half right..."

The gift he prepared for Lambert was not just an undead alchemy puppet.

But what is certain is that when the other party receives this gift he has carefully prepared, he will be so surprised that his jaw will drop to the ground.

(End of this chapter)