Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 333 Traffic Accident

Harvey took Ash on board the Harro Chamber of Commerce's ship and set off first. About a week later, the Lambert family and members of the Undead Cult, led by White and Black, finally arrived at the pioneering territory in the northern wilderness.

"Uncle Sirius, am I right?" White led everyone off the massive alchemical vehicle and towards the towering gate of the territory. He introduced it with familiarity, "Lord Harvey's mage territory is as prosperous and advanced as the magical capital of Alayeh."

The necromancer, carrying a large and small backpack on his back, kept looking around, casting eager and curious glances at the alchemical camels and the speeding magic vehicles that kept entering and leaving the city gate.

Councillor Prall, still trying to maintain the demeanor of a spellcaster, said calmly, "Blake mentioned to me privately that this Lord Harvey seems to have concealed his identity and forged a false identity to enter the Undead Academy and study magic. It is said that his family background is mysterious and powerful, and they have been quietly developing in the northern wilderness..."

Nourishing~
"Senator, be careful!"

Suddenly, a sound of metal rubbing against the stone pavement came from behind him. White quickly pulled Congressman Prall, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry, sir!" A green-faced, fanged half-orc soldier slid down from the magic cart and bowed repeatedly in apology, a face full of shame. "This is my first time driving a magic cart on official business... I was so impatient that I forgot to slow down near the city gate. Please don't complain to the military... I... I'm running low on disciplinary points this month."

A beast-like alien?
Sirius and Prall exchanged a glance, a hint of anger on their faces. "Orc slave, why isn't your master nearby? He actually allowed you to operate such a dangerous alchemical instrument without permission. Did you steal it from the magic lab?"

What master? What alchemical instrument? What was stolen?
The half-orc soldier was puzzled, but immediately caught the key words in the other party's words - orc slaves???
"Who are you calling a slave?" The soldier shook his straight uniform, stared with his eyes as big as copper bells, and breathed heavily through his nostrils, ready to explode on the spot.

Sirius was not afraid at all. He stepped forward to confront the orc and shouted in a deep voice, "What? You lowly alien slave, dare you to confront a spellcaster in public? Which wizard has kept this unruly fellow captive? I want to confront him face to face!"

"I'll let your mother go..." The soldier almost blurted out a curse, but fortunately he glanced at the people around watching the excitement, and remembered his few remaining disciplinary points, so he forced himself to endure it with a twitching face.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward and grab the old man who claimed to be a spellcaster, muttering, "Come on! Follow me to the military headquarters! I want to file a complaint against you for insulting soldiers! Let the military officers judge the matter!"

"Wait!" Two male police officers in gray uniforms with red armbands walked over to the city gate and shouted to stop a farce that was about to happen.

The half-orc soldier took a look and his expression immediately changed. He muttered quietly, "What bad luck! Why are the traffic police from the police department patrolling at the city gate..."

The red-armbanded officer took the soldier's ID with a stern face, glanced at it briefly, and said, "Mr. Private, aren't you aware of the new traffic regulations? Driving a motorcycle above second gear on the roads near the city gates isn't allowed!"

The soldier blushed and nodded repeatedly, but still received a freshly issued ticket from the police officer with a look of despair.

"Please bring your Moto and come with us to the patrol station on the corner to pay the fine and verify your penalty points record."

The orc soldier walked forward dejectedly to pick up his magic car. When he passed by Sirius, he leaned close to his ear and muttered angrily, "I'm not a slave! Humph!"

...After the crowd gradually dispersed, White whispered to the two leaders, "We're new here, so we'd better not get into any conflict with those wearing the same uniform... The last time I was here, I noticed these people were probably Lord Harvey's mage entourage, mixed in with a large number of powerful bloodline warriors, equipped with specialized offensive magical weapons..."

Sirius was taken aback, secretly glad that he didn't teach the other party a lesson on the spot. He was just a high-level necromancer with exhausted magic power. It would be easy for him to suffer a loss if he came face to face with a guy who looked like a bloodline warrior without any preparation for casting spells.

Councillor Prall asked quietly, "How many bloodline warriors does Sir Harvey have?"

White shook his head helplessly. "You should have sensed it just now. There are quite a few fluctuations in blood energy among the soldiers coming in and out and the city guards patrolling the city gates, but I don't know the exact number..."

The fluctuations of magic and energy in this area are too complex and dense, and it is impossible to tell the strength of the guy rushing towards you.

"Is the family background of this Lord Harvey... so powerful? Why have I never heard of... such an ancient wizard family entrenched in the northern wilderness?"

At this time, Blake, who had rushed to the city gate to understand the situation, hurried back and said, "Everyone, the people sent by Lord Harvey to greet us are waiting in front now. Let's go meet them!"

Everyone walked quickly to the city gate and discovered a "giant" wearing a luxurious gold-thread cloak and robe. He was nearly two meters tall and was standing upright not far away. Under the cloak-covered face, a pair of deep red eyes were staring at them intently.

"Are you the guests invited by the Lord? Welcome to the Northern Wasteland!" The giant took off his hood, revealing a terrifying and strange metal head. "I am the Lord's chief advisor. Please call me Asdalen."

Councillor Prall's heels were welded to the ground, not daring to take a single step forward. He muttered in disbelief, "Possessing... possessing intelligence, refining... refining an alchemical creation?"

Sirius was also horrified. With one hand he supported the staggering Senator Prall, and with the other hand he subconsciously wanted to take out a magic weapon from his arms for defense. They had abandoned all the zombies and corpse puppets that they relied on to ensure their own safety before setting out this time, and they had no one to rely on.

Asdalen smiled faintly and said, "Don't be so surprised, everyone. If I remember correctly, the Lord should have told you about the experiment of soul transfer and the fusion of alchemical creations... and I am the masterpiece completed by the Lord himself."

White and Black had at least met this eccentric chief gentleman once before, and although they were still a little shocked, they quickly stood up and actively eased the atmosphere.

"Uncle Sirius, Councillor Prall, this Chief is indeed the soul creation of Lord Harvey. He was indeed once a living human spellcaster, but he suffered a fatal accident and became his current state. The patriarch's future recovery plan will also follow this method... At least now that we have seen Mr. Asdalen, we can confirm that this soul experiment is mature and has a very high success rate."

Asdalen hummed in agreement, but then added reservedly, "To correct Mr. White's statement, it's not that the success rate is extremely high, but rather that the Lord has never failed in this experiment... Oh, there's one more thing I need to clarify... In my lifetime, I wasn't a human spellcaster, but a vampire."

After saying this, he extended his long metal arm and said gracefully to the stunned crowd, "Then everyone, please follow me!"

(End of this chapter)