Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 322: The old classmate who emerged from the coffin

That big wooden box covered with strange magic runes... is there any movement coming from inside?

Black and White exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Could it be that the Lord gave Lambert a corpse puppet?"

But no matter whether it is a zombie, a skeleton, or a ghost in non-physical form, it will not react at all without the magical manipulation of the undead spellcaster. How could there be any abnormal movement?

White hesitated for a moment and suggested, "Should we... open the box and check it? We'll be arriving soon, and if anything goes wrong..."

Blake shook his head decisively and said, "No! Don't you understand? The densely engraved inscriptions on that box must be used to seal the object inside. And since they trusted us to escort it, they must have hidden some kind of magical secret in the container. Opening the box rashly will easily lead to trouble."

The best way is to ignore it completely and deliver the other party's reply and gift to Lambert safely. As for whether there will be any accidents later... that is Lambert's own responsibility and has nothing to do with their delivery.

"Have all apprentices stay away from the bottom floor of the cabin and ignore that strange wooden box. You still have much to learn and experience, but you must understand... sometimes excessive curiosity can bring fatal danger!"

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Guided by the half-blood mermaid, the multi-masted sailing ship quickly broke through the fog and docked at a reef covered with fine black sand and gravel, and dropped anchor next to a temporary shallow-water pier that looked very simple.

Before Blake and White got off the boat, they saw several figures in black spellcaster robes standing on the foggy dock from afar. One of them seemed to be standing on tiptoe and looking at the boat.

"White! Black! Death, you finally returned safely!"

A tall, pale young man with beautiful short blond hair called out to the two of them. He quickly walked over to the sampan where passengers were being disembarked. He frowned as he surveyed the people disembarking. With a somewhat lost expression, he asked, "You...didn't you find my friend? Or did he...meet in some sort of accident?"

White's expression was odd. He avoided the others on the dock and pulled him aside. "Lambert, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your ability to judge people is truly terrible... Haven't you figured out the true background and identity of the friend you asked us to find?"

You still have the nerve to say that you have been classmates with him for several years and have a deep friendship... But you are being played as a pig to eat the tiger and you are still stupid and unaware.

"True identity?" Lambert muttered, confused. "Harvey's true identity... isn't it just that he came from a small landowner family in Jinhui City who fell on hard times?"

He even paid for his tuition at the Undead Academy by selling half of his property and taking out a loan from the academy for the other half... and during this period he relied on part-time work and study to barely make it to graduation.

Blake also came over and sneered, "I guess he didn't want to expose his noble family background, so he just found an ordinary background as an excuse to condescend to make friends with you..."

As he spoke, he pulled out the reply letter from Harvey from his pocket, stuffed it into the hands of Lambert, who was stunned, and patted him on the shoulder. "This time you asked us to go find someone, but you made us look bad. Think carefully about how to compensate us later! Humph!"

White smiled and said, "By the way, that gentleman also asked us to bring you a return gift. You really made friends with an important person!"

He turned and pointed at the large, long wooden crate being hoisted by the crew with ropes and slowly lowered to the dock's unloading area, and warned, "Although I don't think that gentleman would set a trap for you, this gift is a bit strange...you'd better handle it with caution."

Lambert's mind was in a mess. "Harvey... gave me a return gift? What's in such a big box?"

He didn't bother to open the letter first. He walked quickly to the huge wooden box quietly placed in the unloading area. He reached out and touched the magic emblem pattern engraved on the surface of the wooden box, and exclaimed in admiration: "Harvey is rich!" This box was actually made of the core of the burying ground's dark wood. It was used to store spellcasting materials with rich death magic. It can effectively ensure that the magic contained in the material itself will not gradually dissipate with the passage of time. Although Lambert was born into a family of necromancers that was not well-received by the world, the family has always been very strong in financial resources. He also has a palm-sized dark wood storage box in his own private collection.

"Harvey is such a big spender!" This gloomy wooden box the size of a coffin alone is worth a fortune, and it's not something that can be bought with money alone.

White and Black were only descendants of a family branch. Their vision and knowledge were far inferior to that of Lambert, the "good-for-nothing second generation" and the eldest son of the head of the family. When they heard that he could identify the material of the box at a glance, they came over with some surprise and doubt.

"Really... the Boneyard Sunken Wood? Goodness! We didn't even recognize it. No wonder it needs so many magical runes engraved on it."

Lambert scratched his head and asked in confusion, "But...what does it mean that Harvey gave me a box? I don't have many precious magical materials that need to be stored and preserved."

"No, no, no..." Black and White said in unison, "The box is just the outer packaging for your return gift. The real gift is inside. This gentleman actually used dark wood to make the gift box. It's truly unprecedented luxury!"

Lambert was stunned for a moment. Before he could react to the meaning of their words, he suddenly heard a loud knocking sound coming from the box.

Boom!
The people watching felt their hearts skip a beat and fell into silence unconsciously.

"How about... why don't you open it and take a look now?" Blake suggested cautiously. "Perhaps it's a specially refined corpse puppet, infected by the death magic contained in the gloomy wooden box, and has undergone some inevitable changes..."

This guess was quite reasonable, and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They were all veterans in playing with corpses, and were no longer surprised by the occasional mutations of corpse puppets or rampages of zombies.

Lambert nodded, released the wizard's hand, approached the gloomy wooden box, and directly pulled out the cork wedges at the seal - it seemed that Harvey did not put any dangerous items in the box, otherwise he would not have sealed it so simply, and he would not even be willing to nail an enchanted coffin nail on it.

The lid of the box was carefully opened and placed aside, and the contents inside were immediately presented to everyone.

Someone exclaimed, "This really is a dark wood coffin!"

A young man with a pale face and a thin figure, wearing a wizard's robe embroidered with dense and complex gold patterns and a rich black base, was lying in the box with his eyes closed, and there was obviously a thick, soft cotton pad under him.

A terrifying thought flashed through Black's mind, and he trembled as he said, "This... could this be a zombie made by a spellcaster???"

Lambert didn't dare to respond. He swallowed hard and stood there at a loss.

White suggested cautiously in a low voice, "Otherwise... let's just close the coffin... the lid, and carry it all back to the camp, so... let the mentor and the clan leader see it..."

Before he finished speaking, the "corpse" of the young man lying in the box suddenly opened his eyes.

It took only a few seconds for the "corpse"'s eyes to gradually become lively. It looked around at the people surrounding the "coffin", and then locked its gaze directly on Lambert, who had a terrified face. It moved its lips and actually began to speak.

"Lambert! It's so good to see you again!"

(End of this chapter)