Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 460: Rebuilding the Federation Branch

The capital of Saint Valen, the branch of the Spellcasters’ Union in Jinhui City.

The repaired continental teleportation array emitted a series of buzzing sounds. After a violent fluctuation of magical power, several figures wearing spellcaster robes appeared in the center of the array, led by a familiar face.

"The secret is above! My dear friend!" Shieldman Fran McCaughlin walked down the teleportation array and opened his arms to greet Harvey who was waiting below with a smile.

"It's you who's in charge of rebuilding the Saint Valen Union branch?" Harvey said with some surprise. "Mr. MacLean, I thought you had officially been promoted to the head of the Ministry of Magical Affairs."

Fadun warmly shook Harvey's hands and said with a smile, "Rebuilding the branch is also within the responsibilities of the General Affairs Department Director... Of course, I'm not very good at the specific execution of the work, but since I heard you are also in Jinhui City, I am willing to lead the team here and catch up with you in person."

Harvey raised his eyebrows, noticing that Mr. Fadun's attitude towards him had obviously changed a little - when they first met offline in Alaye in their real identity, he didn't yet have the special identity of a forum "agent". Fadun treated him more like a powerful senior selflessly caring for a newcomer because they belonged to the same secret organization.

But now, after having taken the lead as the forum's "agent" in reaching in-depth cooperation with the Federation and successfully led the operation to rescue the First Chief, Lord Sarath, he also holds the research and development technology of the "Spear of Annihilation", the core weapon that will determine how the Federation will deal with the demons... Harvey can clearly feel that this magical politician who used to claim to be a senior now truly regards him as a superior.

Fadun briefly explained the follow-up work, and then left the branch that was being renovated with Harvey and returned to the inner city royal court which was still under the control of the Northern Army.

Harvey ordered his men to arrange a spacious and comfortable reception room in advance and dismissed all the personal guards including Tommy and others.

"Haha, your followers seem very loyal and reliable. If you weren't here, they would probably have searched me first..." Shield made a harmless joke. "Don't they know that the spellcaster they serve is a powerful figure who can easily cast high-level creative spells?"

Harvey smiled helplessly and said, "My followers are all from the wasteland of the North. They don't know much about spellcasters."

"Oh?" Fadun paused, then asked doubtfully, "I heard you've officially built a city in your northern territory. I haven't even had time to congratulate you yet...Fell, far away in the demonic battlefield of the Evil Moon Mountains, is always concerned about your situation."

This is a heartfelt statement. Mr. Son of Flame is indeed a warm-hearted person. He is extremely sincere in his interactions with Harvey both in the forum and in real life.

However, Harvey was busy with practical affairs during this period, and he tried his best to let Asdalen handle all the issues in the forum. He was always rigorous and rigid in his work, and he probably didn't care about the frequent greetings from several forum friends of Harvey - alchemical life always tends to be rational in dealing with external things, and this is something that cannot be reversed at all.

Harvey certainly didn't want to let the change in their status erode his precious friendship with these original forum members. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I've been so busy with territory affairs that I've neglected you and Mr. Son of Flame."

Fadun waved his hands repeatedly to show he didn't mind. This kind of ingratiating and emotional talk couldn't last too long, so he quickly changed the subject and got down to business. "This time, mediating the war between Daeus and Saint Valen, and preventing the Church from further intruding on the Federation, all depends on your help!"

He paused, his expression slightly odd as he continued, "It's just… it's just that neither the three chiefs nor the higher-ups in the guild could have imagined… that you would be so decisive, choosing to march upon Jinhui City with such force and directly drive the instigator from the throne, while also conveniently blocking the elite Inquisition Legion coming to reinforce the Holy See..."

If the Federation had taken charge of this matter, they would probably have held meetings and argued at the Alaye headquarters for an entire summer just to consider whether to go to war outright. The various factions within the organization had different positions, and all kinds of considerations and games of bargaining would have ultimately turned into a covert exchange of interests between magical politicians and Vatican charlatans, causing the frontline combat mages and ordinary soldiers and civilians to sacrifice their lives in vain in the conflict.

Harvey chuckled. "Don't forget, I'm not only a spellcaster, but also a fiefdom lord within Saint Valen. When I discussed cooperation with His Excellency, I made it clear that I would assist you in mediating the conflict, and also to put an end to the ongoing unrest within our country." Fadun nodded and said, "Of course. From now on, whether we fight or make peace with the Holy See, the Federation will honor its promise, stand firmly by your side, and fully support you in your fight against the Church within the Principality of Saint Valen."

"Mr. Fadun, the cooperation plan that the Chief and I discussed... involves more than just the Church."

Harvey narrowed his eyes and pointed out the most important part frankly.

Fadun's body trembled slightly, and he straightened his robes and sat upright. "Yes, this matter... the top leaders of the association have indeed held several secret meetings to discuss it..."

He swallowed, looked Harvey straight in the eye, and said gravely, "Mr. Kel'Thuzad, I'm not asking you as the head of the Federation's Department of Magical Affairs, but as your friend... Are the historical truths you uncovered in the ancient ruins, concerning the origins of humanity at the center of the continent... absolutely true?"

Harvey returned the look with a sincere expression. "It is absolutely true! I swear on my truth and soul, my friend."

"Not only does it reveal the truth about the origin of humanity, but it also reveals how our race was driven from the center of the continent and resettled in the southern border to thrive. Those alien enemies who defeated us back then will likely return soon... to wrestle this last vestige of our survival."

Fadun stood up with a jerk, pacing back and forth in the room anxiously, muttering to himself in a daze, "We really are... the losers who were expelled."

An alien enemy more powerful than the Church, the Demons, and even the Dragon Clan...

His pride as a spellcaster might not allow him to show fear, but Harvey could clearly see the other party's confusion and bewilderment.

"Mr. Fadun, when the aliens invade, the Southern Territory isn't the only one capable of resisting. To be more precise... it's not just us, as spellcasters, who should shoulder the responsibility of our tribe's survival."

Fadun's steps suddenly stopped, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked, "You...what do you mean?"

"Look at my soldiers outside, look at those ordinary mortals... They will also never allow foreigners to easily invade their homes. To protect their cherished homes, lands, relatives and friends, they will also take up arms and fight alongside us."

Harvey stood up and walked to the window. He pointed at the soldiers lined up outside the room and said solemnly, "I believe you've seen that these mortal soldiers I've trained, now equipped with powerful magical weapons, are no less powerful than the high-ranking spellcasters... and sometimes even slightly better."

He paused, then continued to speak shocking words that left Fadun with his mouth wide open in shock for a long time.

"Besides, when the survival of our tribe really comes to a critical moment, and we face an external enemy attack, we probably can't afford to worry too much. We must unite all the forces we can, and unite all the tribes we can... not only the Glorious Church, which is also a human race, but also the cave dwarves, sea tribes, elves... and even the demons who live in the southern border with us!"

This is called a united front against alien invasion!

(End of this chapter)