Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 335 Talent Recruitment
"Your Excellency, please allow us to proceed to the River Valley Outpost to assist your soldiers in fighting against the invading foreign enemies heading south!"

Just three days after arriving in the Frontier Territory, the leaders of the Lambert family and the Undead Cult felt a little restless. After learning that Harvey's army was fighting the evil orcs in the river valley more than a hundred miles away, they quickly approached Harvey and volunteered to fight.

It was because the promise Harvey had made to them was too terrifying—a magical research institute dedicated to undead spellcasters, expensive and rare experimental equipment and magical material supplies, and subsequent long-term safe haven for them...

Every condition Harvey put forward was enough to make these necromancers excited and unable to sleep at night. At the same time, they were always in a state of anxiety driven by a sense of "unworthiness", and always felt that they needed to do something for the lord immediately to prove their worth.

Harvey raised his head with difficulty from the pile of documents on his desk and said soothingly, "You've only just arrived. Can't you rest a bit? It's winter now, so those orcish corpses won't decay quickly. I've already arranged for the military to collect some fresh, intact ones for you...and the special forces are also trying to capture as many living prisoners as possible during their daily patrols."

Sirius blushed and said hesitantly, "We're not planning to go there just for the corpses...it's just that we have nothing to do right now, and I feel a little ashamed."

"Hmm... spellcasters are always busy, I understand." Harvey took a sip of his hot tea. "The alchemical prosthesis that houses Patriarch Lambert's soul imprint... the territory's alchemical lab isn't capable of producing it right now. I've already sent a letter to the Alchemical Exploration Society, asking them to be responsible for casting some of the parts and enchanted metals."

He tapped the table with his finger, considered for a moment, and promised, "In about half a month, we can begin the soul transfer experiment on Patriarch Lambert."

Councillor Prall was pleasantly surprised and said, "That's fantastic! We originally thought such an incredible ritual experiment would require a lot of preparation and planning..."

Harvey nodded, then recalled some interesting anecdotes about these necromancers that the Eye of Illusion and the Astrologer had casually mentioned to him during breakfast this morning. He couldn't help but ask, "I heard that after you moved into the hotel in the castle district... it seems you haven't been out at all. Are you not used to the cold weather in the wasteland?"

Sirius and Prall exchanged awkward glances. Finally, Sirius feigned a cough and hesitantly began to explain, "Your Excellency, as you know, we... aren't very popular with ordinary civilians. It would have been fine if we'd kept our identities hidden, but you've thrown a lavish welcome party and hyped up the purpose of the research institute's construction project... Now everyone here knows this hotel is inhabited by evil necromancers."

Huh? Harvey had no idea that the reason for their self-imposed isolation would be so outrageous.

"Didn't I say this before? I will absolutely guarantee your safety... and the respect and fairness you deserve. These aren't just empty words; they're the true treatment you can expect in my territory."

Harvey sighed, knowing that it would not be easy to completely change the inferiority and cautious attitude of these undead spellcasters in a short period of time. He could only rummage through the pile of documents and pulled out a page of paper densely covered with words.

"I was originally planning to reject this application. Come and see for yourself!"

Sirius and Prair quickly bent down to take the paper from Harvey, and sat up straight to read it carefully.

"Important work report and talent recruitment application project at the City Hall...what does this mean?"

The two of them looked up quietly and saw Harvey leaning over the table again to start reviewing his work. They rationally chose not to ask and continued reading.

Alchemy Lab: We hope to hire three to five undead spellcasters to serve as project leaders for the laboratory's non-civilian R&D projects. We will provide favorable remuneration packages. We hope you will approve... Applicant: Chris Bird.

Territory Medical Hospital: We plan to hire four undead spellcasters, preferably mid-level mages, to serve as supervisors of the medical hospital's forensic and anatomy center. Salary and benefits can be negotiated with the specific applicants. We hope you will approve... Applicant: Egno Medeiros.

Spellcaster Academy: We plan to open specialized courses in the Undead Spellcasting faction in the academy. We hope to hire several Undead Spellcasters to serve as teachers. Salary is negotiable. We hope to be approved... Applicant: Durt Holden.

Ministry of Industry Talent Recruitment Application... Military Factory Talent Recruitment Application...

Machine Repair Center Talent Recruitment Application...

"Have you finished reading?" Harvey knocked on the table and asked calmly, awakening the two confused people from their chaotic thoughts. "No one in the territory will discriminate against or neglect you because of your identity as a necromancer. Among the applications I received, some are from orthodox spellcasters, some are from territory officials of alien races, and some are from department officials from the common people..."

"In my territory, whether ordinary civilians or spellcasting officials, everyone holds the same view - as long as they are talented and can contribute to the territory, regardless of their background or spellcasting faction, they will all be treated equally."

He paused, stood up, and walked over to Sirius and Prall, who were both stunned. He took the application from their trembling hands and said with a smile, "It will take about three or four months for the construction of the Academy of Magical Sciences building to be completed and put into use. Since you don't want to be idle, why not consider taking up a position in one of these departments and institutions that are eager for talent..."

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Michel, the necromancer staying in the Territory Hotel, was feeling a little restless.

It had been three days since he came to this wasteland. Apart from an extremely luxurious and sumptuous dinner he was invited to on the day of his arrival, he had not done anything else. Like his companions, he did not dare to step out of the hotel.

Even the half-orc officer, Mr. Duff, with whom he had a pleasant conversation at the dinner, came to his house yesterday to invite him to some "Officers' Club" for fun, but Michel repeatedly waved his hands and refused.

Although His Excellency the Lord showed a fair and tolerant attitude, there were many blood warriors and spellcasters of orthodox factions in this pioneering territory. It would be better for necromancers like them, whose reputation and word of mouth were as insignificant as rats crossing the street, not to appear in front of the crowd in a high-handed manner.

However, the decoration and furnishings of this hotel are so comfortable. Not only does it ensure that each person has a separate bedroom, but there is even a separate bathroom. Hot water gurgles out of the brass metal pipes. Michelle even dared to take a bath.

Just as he was sitting at his desk, lost in thought, there was a sudden and rapid knock on the door.

"Michelle! Quickly, get downstairs to the lobby! Elder Sirius and Councillor Prall have something important to announce!"

All the necromancers living in the building opened their doors and hurried downstairs, only to find the two leaders of the organization standing in the middle of the hall with flushed faces and excited expressions, holding a stack of paper documents in their hands and preaching something.

Michelle also leaned in to listen with a puzzled look on her face.

"Everyone, I heard about me. We just met with His Excellency the Lord..." Sirius waved the document in his hand. "The respect and fair treatment His Excellency promised weren't just casual verbal compliments; they were genuine..."

"All parties in the territory are willing to accept us and have even offered us many jobs and research positions!"

"Everyone, look carefully! The Alchemy Lab, the Medical Institute, the Industrial Department...even the Spellcaster Academy have opened a special necromancy course just for us! We can take up teaching positions in the academy and freely recruit apprentices!"

(End of this chapter)