Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 405 Active Exploration
Pioneer Territory, Institute of Magical Sciences.

Sirius and Councilman Prall sat in the lounge on the first floor, chatting with several colleagues in the court while tasting the high-end black tea "imported" from the south and looking relaxed.

This black tea is a luxury product that has been supplied exclusively to Harvey's pioneering territory by the fleet of the Faros Royal Chamber of Commerce since Sancha Town was officially incorporated into the territory's jurisdiction. It is sold at a high price in Faros itself, and in the pioneering territory it costs as much as eighty gold dollars per pound. Most ordinary residents cannot afford it at all.

Elder Sirius held the teacup carefully, squinted his eyes and blew away the hot steam with the aroma of tea from the cup. He drank it slowly and felt the fragrance and sweetness in his mouth. The tea turned into a warm current and flowed into his stomach, making him couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

He turned his head and glanced at Chief Arturo who was sitting on the other side of the sofa. He was wrapped in a jet-black robe, with only a terrifying metal skull-like head exposed, and a thin energy pipe hanging from the ceiling, tightly connected to the charging socket on his waist.

"The Speaker used to like tea tasting too, right..." Councilman Prall couldn't help but sigh.

The soul fire in Arturo's eyes suddenly flared, and he chuckled, "Worldly pleasures and desires will only hinder our pursuit of truth... Humph, the research team you two lead is already far behind me."

He raised his hand and a palm-sized miniature wolf spider slithered out from beneath his robes and retrieved a document from the bookshelf by the wall. "You are still hesitating and unwilling to accept the soul transfer like me. You are simply wasting precious time."

Prall and Sirius exchanged a glance, then smiled wryly. "Chairman, think about how we were discriminated against, hiding and fleeing. Who could have imagined we'd be living the life we have now? Can't we, old bones like us, just enjoy a few days of good life?"

The Undead spellcasting faction's path to advancement was blocked, and even Lord Harvey couldn't fully understand the truth and find a feasible solution. The "pseudo" high-level people like the three of them who had just changed their research direction were even more helpless.

Now that they have finally arrived in the North and settled down in this new homeland where there is no discrimination or persecution, and they have such a good research environment and living conditions, many older necromancers have turned their attention to training the next generation and accumulating and developing new forces for the undead spellcasting faction.

"The Lord has approved our secret deployment to recruit and shelter lone necromancers in the southern border. As long as they are upright and have a decent attitude, they can be assessed and observed before joining the Academy of Magic..." Prall said with a sigh, "Perhaps, we old bones will be the last necromancers in this new home who have suffered hardships and discrimination."

"Everyone, are you here again enjoying tea and reminiscing about the good times?"

A teasing voice came from outside the door. It was Duncan who had just returned to the Academy of Sciences from the Lord's Castle. Following behind him were two students, the Eye of Illusion and the Astrologer.

The three necromancers then stood up, touched their chests, and performed the standard etiquette of ancient wizards. Under Lord Harvey's fair and impartial attitude, the spellcasters of his orthodox faction did not show contempt or disgust towards the necromancers. Everyone got along with each other on an equal footing, and their daily relationships were quite harmonious.

"How come Sir Duncan has time to come to the Academy today?" Arturo was a little surprised. These three high-level masters were obviously combat mages. Although they each led a research team in name, they actually had no interest in staying in the laboratory all year round.

Duncan was very straightforward. He held up three fingers and said, "Dean Arturo, I'm about to lead a team of spellcasters to explore the depths of the wasteland. I need you to provide me with three outstanding necromancers to join my expedition." Sirius was startled and quickly asked, "Your Excellency... do you intend to take the initiative and investigate the enemy deep in the wasteland... at the center of that mysterious continent?"

Duncan nodded and answered frankly, "Yes, this is the mission I took on. Rather than sit there in fear and wait for the legendary terrifying alien race to march south, it's better to take the initiative and find out their origins and details!"

"We have to cross the ice fields infested with evil orc tribes, as well as the wasteland areas ruled by some demons..." Sirius didn't expect that this high-level shapeshifter was so bold that he would take the initiative to ask the lord for this difficult exploration task.

Duncan nodded solemnly. "So, when selecting team members, the Lord asked me to come here in person to solicit your opinions. Of course... I will also inquire about the willingness of specific candidates to join later. I will definitely not force them."

"The Lord has taken us in, a group of necromancers who have suffered discrimination and oppression everywhere. He has also provided us with an academy where we can freely conduct research, and even pointed out a completely new direction for the development of our faction," Arturo said solemnly. "There is no reason for necromancers to refuse to serve the Lord. Moreover, this is a matter of great importance to the continuation and survival of our entire race."

Prall said worriedly, "But just reaching Mr. Arsdalen's former home... that legendary land of eternal night... is already a journey of thousands of miles. If we go even deeper into the frozen lands further north... I wonder how much time and hardships it will take to reach that destination."

After holding back for a long time, the Eye of Illusion finally couldn't help itself. Before its teacher could even begin to explain, it excitedly boasted, "Sir Harvey has secretly developed a truly miraculous magical artifact! It allows ordinary mortals to fly freely into the sky like high-level spellcasters, overlooking the earth like a bird!"

His eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he became more and more excited as he spoke. "No, not only can it fly into the sky, but it can also stay there for a long time... It can move with the wind. It is said that during the first test, it only took a few hours to secretly fly from outside the territory to the Eastern Basin!"

"Can it allow mortals to fly?" Arturo stood up suddenly, his eyes ablaze with soul fire. "And move freely. In a few hours, can... can it reach the Eastern Basin hundreds of miles away?"

Sirius quickly asked, "A flying magical device? God forbid! Is it the legendary flying magical device?"

Whether it is a spellcaster or an alchemist, the magic tool they cast needs to have a magic matrix engraved inside it. When using it, they must mobilize the magic power they absorb through meditation to activate and drive the magic tool. Therefore, it is often not the case that low-level spellcasters can easily control high-level magic tools. Essentially, it is because the strength of their own magic power cannot match the magic strength required by the magic tool.

Most high-level spellcasters have learned the art of flying themselves, so they naturally do not need the assistance of flying instruments. At most, they can use some amplification instruments to speed up their flight or delay the huge magic power consumption caused by casting flying spells.

"Where did this flying magical device come from?" The usually taciturn astrologer couldn't help but speak up. It was obvious that she didn't understand the working principle of the thing. "It's clearly just a huge soft ball, Lord...but I don't know how you used it to make it fly into the sky so easily..."

(End of this chapter)