Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 568 Join Hands
"I'm old……"

Dawson stood in front of the French window with a complicated expression, looking at the magnificent and brilliantly lit northern city below. The falling night and the biting cold wind of late winter did not affect the endless stream of people on the streets at all. Every ordinary person had a hopeful smile and a satisfied expression on his face.

"I was well aware in the past that my combat prowess was far inferior to that Gallagher. When it came to controlling the situation and manipulating the Federation's politics, I was even less capable than Sarath, who came from an ancient magical family..."

"So I could only lock myself in the Mage Tower in the Sky Realm, studying the mysteries day and night, praying that the ultimate door to magical wisdom would open to me before the two of them."

The old chief lowered his head, which had always been held high, and whispered dejectedly, "But today, after arriving in Harvey's city, I realized that I, with my legendary reputation, am nothing but a pitiful creature, crouching at the crack of the gate, trying in vain to peer in. And he... this magical freak who suddenly appeared out of nowhere! He is the Chosen One who has the power to push open the gate and enter to seek the truth within!"

Before receiving Harvey's invitation and officially setting off for the North, Dawson sorted out all the high-level arcane magic he had personally developed and improved over the past twenty years, and brought along many acclaimed theoretical documents published over the years.

He just wanted to let this strange and emerging genius in the magic world see in person the treasures he had snatched from the vast magic world - his research on mental power and consciousness was unparalleled in the magic world, and he was only one step away from creating a new spellcasting faction.

Reality dealt him a heavy blow that caught him off guard. Among the countless bizarre creations created by Harvey, the rank that spellcasters were so proud of was completely shattered. Spellcasters would no longer pursue breakthroughs in individual abilities... Even the weakest low-level researchers could easily raise their magic guns to challenge higher-level beings.

Even the mortals whom he has never paid attention to can build towering buildings that are as tall as magic miracles in a blink of an eye under Harvey's leadership. What reason do the extraordinary people have to regard ordinary people as ants?
"When we first met yesterday, he kept testing me... and more than once I've had the urge to completely suppress him!"

Fashield's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he trembled, "Chief... you see him as a threat? Kel'Thuga... will Xavi become an enemy that hinders the future of the Federation?"

Dawson turned around, glared at his subordinate, and said speechlessly, "I may be old, but I'm not confused... How could I not know the relationship between you and him? If I really planned to do that, why would I bring you along?"

Before Fashield could panic and start explaining, the Legendary Chief waved his hand with a look of regret. "Don't rush to pledge your loyalty to me. You, Fer Holden, the Quinn brothers... and those guys from the High Wizards Council, the magical leaders of the elves and dwarves, you've already considered him a leader you can rely on in the forum, right?"

The Spellcasters' Union, an outdated organization with turbulent internal factions, and the more traditional and conservative Seven Wizarding Kingdoms... We have long been left behind without realizing it. At this moment of infiltration by the Church and facing powerful alien enemies, we are still indulging in the dusty glory of the past without realizing it.

Dawson chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Harvey instilled the Quinn brothers with his theory of soul-casting magic. The Quest Society halted their ultimate research into the Man-Made God and is now secretly following his instructions... They're planning to use some strange method to merge the souls of the two Supreme Chiefs into the same alchemical body, achieving Legendary status through soul fusion. Do you think the three of us are completely unaware of this?"

Fadun lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, completely relaxing himself on the sofa, and whispered, "Havi assumes you will acquiesce... so we don't have to hide it too much."

"Of course he's unscrupulous!" Dawson breathed a sigh of relief, as if resigned to his fate. "Of course he knows how to exploit our weaknesses! He was the one who saved Sarath, and Gallagher is eagerly awaiting his delivery of the weapons and war artifacts the Chapter desperately needs to Blackrock City. And I... my research in the field of consciousness has hit a bottleneck, and I haven't made any progress in years. If I'm unwilling to open my heart and work with him, how can I continue to advance in the path of magic in the few decades left to my life?"

Dawson became more and more angry as he spoke, and he slapped his thigh and said, "Wait for Sarath to come! Wait for him to deal with this damn freak! I'm going to teach in his spellcaster academy!" "Ah?" Fadun was stunned.

"What else? Is this guy really going to send three of us old guys to the front line? I can't fly an airship!"

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"Why did Mr. Dawson suddenly avoid people?" Harvey asked Fadun with a frown while eating.

Fadun picked up the wine glass and took a sip. This strong liquor from the North, mixed with some magical medicinal plants, was mellow and rich, and significantly enhanced the spiritual concentration of the spellcaster. This made him, who had never touched alcohol in the past, quite addicted to it.

"Um... the Chief said he had nothing to do before Lord Sarath arrived. Even if... there's anything he needs help with, you can just go to the academy and let him know. He plans to stay at the academy during his free time and test the magical abilities of the younger generation in the North."

Harvey rolled his eyes, wondering if he could command a legendary spellcaster to work for him. This giant Buddha had taken the initiative to rot, and he could only silently pray for the low-level apprentices and international students at the academy.

However, without the interference of the stubborn old Chief Dawson, he was able to sit down with Mr. Fadun to discuss the specific arrangements for each forum member who had been secretly contacted to reach a cooperation and was willing to join after the Northern Federation was officially established.

"You're aware of Mr. Mirrorman and the others' current situation. They haven't reached the first stage of their Soul Fusion advancement, so they can't come to the Northern Territory," Fashield said carefully. "However, Son of Flame and Stormwalker have already received approval from His Excellency Gallagher. Soon, they will lead a hundred-man mage regiment to the Northern Territory for a visit and study, posing as high-ranking representatives of the Federation's Blackrock City Combat Division."

The vast majority of them will also join the new federation as individuals with the tacit approval of the three chiefs.

The generous reward Harvey gave for this was naturally the improved new Annihilation Spear, the highly maneuverable airship... and the subsequent promised new magic weapon distribution.

By delivering surplus strategic materials to the Southern Territory Spellcaster Organization in exchange for permission to introduce high-level magical talents, it is a sure-win deal for Spark City and Harvey himself.

Under this cooperative model that can be regarded as a concerted effort, the "united front" he envisioned will also take an important step to break the deadlock.

(End of this chapter)