Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 646 - 644: Support from the Main Continent

Golden Triangle Duchy border, Black Gold City.

Compared to other cities, it had not completely fallen, but the battle was drawing to a close. As more Soldiers started to surrender, the resistance grew weaker until it was entirely crushed, followed by the maintenance of Order and... the looting of properties.

The sky turned dark.

On the streets, teams of Soldiers patrolled, enforcing the curfew.

In a huge warehouse within the city, Baron Lancaster circled a chest, his eyes blazing with intensity as he counted the money.

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-two... Two thousand three hundred and sixty-three... Two thousand three hundred and sixty-four!"

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-four silver coins!" Placing the last silver coin into the chest, Baron Lancaster’s eyes widened with excitement, his hands and feet seemingly unsure where to go.

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-four silver coins! Haha, over two thousand silver coins! So much money, I’ve struck it rich, struck it rich!" Baron Lancaster exclaimed, brimming with excitement. freēnovelkiss.com

Then, thinking of something, he turned his head and ordered a group of Soldiers, "Listen up, you guys, take this chest and bury it in the courtyard of my current residence. I warn you, I remember the exact count of silver coins in there, and if even one is missing, I will take your lives!"

"Of course!" Baron Lancaster’s tone shifted again as he looked at the Soldiers, "If you do this properly, after it’s done, I’ll increase your wages by... three... no, fifty percent! Now go!"

With a wave of his hand, Baron Lancaster watched as the Soldiers swiftly carried the chest away.

Baron Lancaster then looked toward the other corners of the warehouse, where he saw Soldiers curiously touching a pile of dried plants kept in wooden boxes. He rushed over, delivering several kicks.

While kicking the Soldiers, he reprimanded, "Are you blind? Didn’t you realize these items have been set aside specifically? They are the Master Wizards’ possessions. If you damage them, selling you wouldn’t cover the cost! Understand?"

After that, looking at all the Soldiers in the warehouse, Baron Lancaster ordered, "Take heed, do not touch anything in this warehouse that might be of use to the Master Wizards!"

"Yes."

The Soldiers hastily complied.

At that moment, a Soldier rushed into the warehouse and reported to Baron Lancaster, "Baron, the Master Wizards have asked to see you; it seems they have matters to discuss."

"Very well, I will go at once," Baron Lancaster said, then turned to the Soldiers to make a final instruction, "After I leave, keep a close watch on the warehouse. If Capechi or anyone else wants to take something from this place, send them away bluntly, no need for courtesy!

Tell them, the warehouse’s contents have already been assigned by the Master Wizards, and they need my permission for anything they want!"

"Yes," the Soldiers responded.

"Hmm," satisfied, Baron Lancaster nodded and left.

In his mind, joining the Wizards in this Eastern war was the wisest choice he ever made. In just a few days, he earned a fortune, and it seemed like there would only be more to come. Most importantly, it appeared he hardly needed to lift a finger in this war, almost just following the Wizards and picking up whatever they left behind.

In this world, there surely couldn’t be anything easier. The war had only just begun, but he already foresaw the outcome—a thorough victory.

Yes, a thorough victory.

...

Baron Lancaster’s outlook was not unique; many Soldiers, officers, and Nobles who had joined the Wizards of the Revenge Alliance had similar thoughts.

At the onset of the war, things were indeed going incredibly well; they swiftly breached enemy defenses in all attacks. Countless enemies surrendered or were captured, and everything seemed to be progressing in their favor.

Of course, there were opposing views on how the war would develop.

...

Somewhere on the East Coast, an underground hall.

Members of the Mysterious Organization bustled about, while Muse, as usual, sat in the deepest part of the hall at his exclusive seat, meditating with closed eyes.

Next to him stood Franklin, body erect, reporting the latest situations one after another.

"From the Mo’er Alliance direction, they have taken Shuisha City and are continuing to penetrate deeper, staying around the Black Pine Mountains..."

"From the direction of Hawks Kingdom, Roco City has just fallen, and White Lion City is under threat..."

"From Dora Kingdom, Gray Spot City is now fully besieged..."

"Golden Triangle Duchy..."

"Holy Alliance..."

"..."

After listening for a while, Muse languidly opened his eyes, glanced at Franklin with his remaining eye, and dismissed him, "Alright, no need to continue; I’m already aware."

"What should we do then?"

"Don’t interfere; just let them maintain this state of attack," Muse said with disdain, "It’s simply the last struggle. After all, isn’t this what our plan was? If their attack were to falter, we would have to support them."

"But their advance is too swift, especially one small unit from the Golden Triangle Kingdom that has penetrated too deeply, almost reaching our predetermined warning line," Franklin reminded.

"Then we’ll wait until they cross it before we do anything," Muse said, cutting off the topic abruptly, then asked, "Anything else?"

"Uh, yes," Franklin responded, "a representative from the Main Continent headquarters has arrived, bringing the support we requested. It has just arrived."

"Support has arrived, then. Good, you handle the arrangements, just do as planned," Muse said, seemingly not too concerned.

Franklin hesitated, lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say more, his expression troubled.

"What’s wrong?" Muse perceiving the tension, inquired, "Is there a problem?"

"Well... Muse Housekeeper," Franklin answered honestly, "the person from the Main Continent headquarters wants to meet with you."

"Hmm?" Muse raised an eyebrow, blinked, "They want to meet me?"

"That’s interesting," Muse mused to himself, then asked aloud, "Who is leading them?"

"Supposedly, a man named Casol... Kunman Casol."

"So it’s him, no wonder," Muse suddenly smiled, but the smile was cold.

"Do you know him?" Franklin asked.

"More than just acquaintances, we’re almost familiar," Muse’s expression grew even colder, he waved Franklin away, "Go on, bring him here!"

"Yes," Franklin complied. From Muse’s expression, Franklin could guess that this ’familiar person’ Muse spoke of didn’t seem to have a good relationship with him, likely more of an enemy. However, he did not dare to disobey Muse’s orders; he nodded and promptly left the hall.

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