Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 564: Legend Arrives
Accompanied by a low and long whistle, a magic-powered train dragging seven or eight carriages slowly entered the central station. Finally, guided by the flashing magic stone lights on the platform, it stopped at the crowded Platform No. 1.

A middle-aged man with a carefully trimmed mustache, a lean and upright figure, and a neat double-breasted gentleman's suit slowly stepped off the train. He raised his hand to remove his hat, turned to the short old man who was two steps behind him and said, "Sir, we're here."

The short old man shook out his slightly wrinkled classical bachelor's robes, looked around with his nose raised, and complained without any regard for his demeanor, "Hmm... It's full of the pungent smell of metal and rusty alchemical creations. It's as painful as diving into the chief laboratory of the Exploration Society!"

Fran McCaughlin couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes, thinking, wasn't it you who voluntarily refused to go directly to Spark City via the teleportation array, and had to go through so much trouble to be teleported to the Jinhui City Federation branch first, then take an armored alchemy ship to Grizzly Castle, and finally get on this newfangled magic-powered train, taking such a bumpy and cumbersome journey to come here?
And under the euphemism of... wanting to thoroughly experience the new magical kingdom founded by Mr. "Agent", and its advanced and incredible magical technological creations.

The group only stopped at the platform for a moment before they came face to face with a group of Northern officials in uniform from a distance, led by a familiar face.

Dawson raised his eyebrows slightly and said teasingly, "I've seen you before, young man...Brother Quinn's former favorite student, Chris Bird, right?"

Unexpectedly, his name would leave such a deep impression on the legendary leader of the Federation. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Chris bowed and saluted, saying sincerely, "Your Excellency, welcome to the Northern Territory... I am here to greet you by the order of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Oh? Mr. Agent, are you planning to meet with me as the ruler of a nation?" The Legendary Chief curled his lips and said calmly, "I don't have any entry documents issued by Alayeh with me. I originally planned to meet an old friend... but I didn't expect such a formal ceremony. You won't expel me because it doesn't comply with the regulations for spellcasters to meet with the monarchs of other countries, right?"

Fadun coughed awkwardly, realizing it was the Chief's erratic nature flaring up again, making some inappropriate jokes in a sarcastic tone... He quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Ahem, Mr. Chris, this is our first visit to the North, and we've seen so many novel magical artifacts along the way. I'm afraid Spark City will become a second magical capital, rivaling Alayeh."

He covered his hat with his hands and greeted Chris with impeccable ancient wizard etiquette. He suggested in a gentle voice, "We've traveled a long way and traveled for many days. Why don't we..."

Chris, who was also awkwardly standing there, came to his senses and said suddenly, "Right, right, right! Chief and all the gentlemen have worked hard on this journey. Why don't you follow me to the Welcome Hotel in the city to rest and wait until tomorrow..."

"What tomorrow? The sun has just reached our heads. Let me go meet your Emperor first!" Dawson finally couldn't bear it any longer. His temper exploded and he urged angrily with his head held high.

Chris's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was not some high-level wizard casually sent by the Federation for official business exchanges... but one of the three chiefs, the arcane master with the legendary title, Soren Dawson.

He had been in the Northern Territory for the past few years and had gotten used to interacting with some officials who were high-level spellcasters on an equal footing. He had somewhat forgotten the strict hierarchy within the Federation and the Southern Territory spellcasting organization, and subconsciously put on an official attitude.

It is rumored that this gentleman has always had a hot temper and is notoriously unwilling to act according to common sense. If he really angers him and starts a fight, the huge Central Station may not be enough for him to demolish.

His Majesty personally invited the other party to Spark City, which was no different from inviting a walking alchemical powder barrel. The job of receiving him was as difficult as holding a hot potato.

In a panic, Chris suddenly remembered the casual instructions His Majesty had given him when he received the arrangement. He quickly bent down, approached the red-nosed old man, and said with a flattering smile, "Your Excellency, I was rude just now... His Majesty also said that there's no need for too much formality when receiving an old friend. He's currently busy in the magic laboratory and said that when I pick you up, I want to ask if you plan to go directly to his laboratory to see the new gadgets, or rest in the annex prepared for you by the Spellcaster Academy first?"

Dawson narrowed his eyes and took a moment to relax before nodding with satisfaction. "That's about right. It's my fault for not telling him the arrival time in advance. Since he's working on an experiment, take me to the lab..."

As a traditional research spellcaster who had never undergone physical transformation, his old bones had indeed been shaken quite a bit along the way, but they were not yet so weak that he needed to rest immediately.

Chris nodded repeatedly, giving Fadun a look that showed he had escaped a disaster. He quickly led them onto the open-top alchemy wheelbarrow that had been waiting nearby, and drove towards the city in a mighty procession.

"Tsk...those guys patrolling back and forth with silver metal sticks on their backs, are they mortal soldiers equipped with magical weapons?"

"What's the difference between the magic gun behind them and the gun of annihilation they sold us?"

"Mortal soldiers cannot sense magical fluctuations. If magical weapons malfunction or break during battle, how are they handled?"

"Huh? What's that thing on your waist? Take it off and let me see it?"

Along the way, Chief Dawson was like a curious baby, looking around without any airs of a legendary spellcaster, and asking critical questions one after another, which made Chris miserable.

Seeing Mr. Fadun sitting next to him turning his head away as if nothing had happened and completely ignoring his miserable situation, Chris felt that he was about to cry in the next second.

Is Mr. Maclean not a close friend of Your Majesty? Could he have been completely indifferent to the torture that was being inflicted upon Your Majesty's loyal subordinates?
With a resigned sigh, Chris unhooked the magic revolver from his waist and respectfully handed it to the Chief, explaining dryly, "This is a new type of magic weapon, easy to carry... If a spellcaster runs out of mana during battle, it can be used as a substitute for casting spells in an emergency. It's incredibly effective in close combat with the enemy!"

Dawson raised his eyebrows when he heard this, raised his hand to take the revolver, and without waiting for Christopher to explain, he turned the honeycomb magazine on the gun and adjusted the weapon to the firing position.

Then, amid the exclamations of everyone in the car, he pointed the gun at his hand and pulled the trigger.

bang——

After a thunderous gunshot, the Alchemy Wheel Car was frightened by the suddenly frightened driver and suddenly braked on the wide road, stopping sideways in the middle of the road.

Chris opened his eyes tremblingly and found that a bullet shot from the gun barrel was spinning in the chief's broad palm, but it could not break through some unknown invisible barrier and pierce the opponent's palm in the true sense.

Dawson clenched his fist, holding the bullet easily between his fingertips, and chuckled softly, "Can it replace spellcasting?"

The sudden gunshot immediately attracted the attention of a team of patrol police officers on the street corner. Two patrolmen, waving steel batons in one hand and covering the gun pouches at their waists with the other hand, rushed over with three guard alchemy beasts.

"Who? Who's randomly shooting in the street?"

(End of this chapter)