* Boom! Boom! Boom! *
On the streets of Arlo, the sound of explosions could be heard everywhere. Young mages rode on mechanical Iron Horses and chased each other, leaving behind a trail of chaos and black smoke.
The steel wheels of the Iron Horses left numerous wheel tracks on the ancient streets. Young people cheered and laughed loudly as they enjoyed the passion of speed. Ladies' skirts fluttered in the wind as they cursed at each other. Black smoke rose up and blackened the police who heard the commotion. As for the angry roars behind their heads, there was no license plate number in this world for them to copy.
Soon, as the Knight's driving skills improved, new legends of speed were created. Riding on Iron Horses and chasing each other on the streets became the most fashionable form of entertainment for young mages.
"Street racers? Causing as many traffic accidents in a single week as in the past year? Does that have anything to do with me? I'm just a legal merchant who does my job. If someone kills someone with a kitchen knife, are you going to arrest the shop owner who sells kitchen knives? "
Cher, who was in charge of the disciplinary team, was so angry that her veins popped out when she saw the young mage's nonchalant expression. However, there was nothing she could do.
This was not the first time she had dealt with the "master" in front of her. Within a week, this master had actually come to the Guard Bureau to collect people nine times. Although it was not a heinous crime, his group of subordinates constantly broke all kinds of records of how low the moral limit was, and how many new types of crimes they had committed.
Especially that dracon who treated his prison cell as his home. He would report to the police station on time every day. She didn't know what he had done, but all the prisoners were frantically begging for help from the prison guards, requesting to be transferred to another cell …
"Well, I think it's safer here."
When she asked, that simple and honest dracon actually shivered. It seemed that he had offended many people. But when she checked the files, she actually discovered that he was a Saint-rank Beast Tamer Hunter. That meant that in less than a week, he had successfully offended Myth-ranked and even SemiGod mages?
As for the others, there were those who sold fake goods, streaked, made explosions, and fought and caused trouble. If it wasn't for the guarantee of the master in front of her, she would have long thrown them into jail.
But today, Cher's patience had reached its limit. Perhaps his subordinates' moral character couldn't be equated to their own moral character. At the very least, it was true that he was embarrassed and depressed every time he came to pick up his subordinates. But when he came to pick up his subordinates again the next day, or even in the afternoon of the same day, not only did it make people doubt his sincerity that he would "definitely take care of these bastards," but it also made people wonder if his subordinates were a professional criminal organization, or if they were simply here to cause trouble for the Security Bureau and the Discipline Inspection Department.
However, this was only the tip of the iceberg that Thorn Garden had caused.
The new Thorn Garden instantly became popular among female mages thanks to its cute elven employees. Even female mages who weren't interested in plant magic would enjoy afternoon tea at the Forest Café behind the store. Just watching these cute elves running around would be enough to kill an entire day … Of course, there were also male mages, especially some elderly mages with white hair, who wanted to sneak into Thorn Garden. However, most of them were unable to withstand the female mages' piercing gazes and quickly fled.
While the female mages and acolytes treated Thorn Garden as a vacation spot, the boys soon received their new toy.
'Iron Horse No. 7' was the new toy that was constantly creating black smoke, noise, and traffic accidents in the streets and alleys. It was similar to the Goblin Engineering Rocket Car, but it only had two wheels (Yingou: The auxiliary wheels will cost more!). While everyone was still wondering if such a toy would be able to run, the goblins who were acting as a demonstrator were already racing on the streets.
At first, the mages thought that this was another strange and dangerous new toy created by the goblins, so they brought their snacks and prepared to watch the fireworks. However, to their astonishment, apart from the traffic accidents caused by driving mistakes, these Iron Horses actually didn't explode on their own … This didn't conform to goblin engineering at all!
Soon, a young man who had quite a bit of wealth couldn't resist the temptation of this new toy and bought one for research. He then unraveled it in front of everyone, causing an uproar in the entire Cloud Tower.
"A super small energy pool! It's actually so stable! How is this possible!? "
"No, no, it's probably just a rechargeable circulating pool water!"
"Who cares about the principles? It's fine as long as it works."
"It would seem that Master Hesta and Master Diego's research direction was wrong. There's no need to generate new energy in a small energy pool at all. All it needs is to be able to store and recharge energy. "
"Olivia's Magic Box" was indeed a groundbreaking invention. The greatest flaw in engineering wasn't the unstable explosions from the very start. Rather, it was the lack of a stable and long-lasting energy source. Using a powerful magical creature's magic core as the energy source would not only be far too expensive, but once the magic core was used up, the magic core would become nothing more than a pile of scrap metal before a new energy source with similar stats could be obtained.
But after I solved the problem of a stable energy source that could be mass-produced, metal mounts naturally came into being under my guidance and design.
It was only to be expected that the mages would discover the crux of the problem so quickly. After all, just the research project of a small energy pool had two Divine Truths level mages competing against each other. However, it was obvious that they hadn't made much progress. After all, this technology had been wrong from the very start.
Mages were no strangers to energy pools. Every mage tower would have their own large energy pool as backup mana reserves. The principles behind energy pools were different, and some could even draw energy from other dimensions. With the support of an energy pool, a high-level mage would be close to having unlimited mana in their own mage tower. It would be an understatement to say that their power level would increase by three times.
"Don't attack a mage's home." This was the most basic rule for any adventurer. Anyone who dared to violate this rule would basically be dead by now.
Mages had always been researching ultra-small portable energy pools in order to increase their combat strength when traveling. However, they had either researched on the soul, natural phenomena, or alchemy. However, it was obvious that none of them had ever thought that engineering, which had nothing to do with magic, would come to such a conclusion.
Based on mages' current technology, even the smallest energy pool would be the size of a room. For a long period of time, any technology smaller than that would be considered impossible. After all, "opening a stable exit to another dimension" or "drawing out a powerful energy lifeform" would require quite a bit of space.
From a certain standpoint, although mages were all scholars who pursued the truth, mages, "scientists", and alchemists viewed things from a completely different perspective. There was no difference between mages and mages. Even the most basic magic of mages would go against the theoretical foundation of energy and matter conservation that engineers believed to be the foundational principles. Mages and mages would always walk two different paths. If one tried to compare them, it would be like comparing a chicken to a duck.
Based on the principles of a large or medium-sized energy pool, mages would only consider how to obtain as much energy as possible in a small space and create a "perpetual motion machine". They never considered that it would be enough to conserve energy and continuously recharge the energy pool. And when there was a problem with the direction of research and there was no corresponding theoretical foundation, obtaining results would be no different from winning the lottery.
Research that had originally been thought to be impossible suddenly produced results. The top-level mage researcher's lifelong goal had been succeeded by the gnomes' engineering. Now that the final product was right in front of everyone, even the calmest mage would be unable to accept it.
"Dismantle it!"
"That's right, dismantle it!"
With the enthusiastic onlookers cheering him on, the owner of the car excitedly prepared to dismantle it on the spot. However, he discovered that it was covered in numerous seals. There was even a "safety" seal on the seal, which required the user to inject a specific magical wave into it in order to dismantle it. Of course, such a small matter wouldn't be a problem for mages. And so, with the assistance of an archmage beside him, this small seal was forcefully dismantled.
And then, there was no then …
* Boom! * * Boom! *
Actually, this wasn't much. Mages were quite skilled at all sorts of magical traps. After using magic to dismantle the trap, a numeric keypad would pop up, and the user would have to enter a password consisting of 20 numbers within ten seconds. Even knowing the password would require a high hand speed. For mages who weren't very skilled, this was obviously quite difficult.
Alright then, should I say that mages were already used to explosions during their research? Or perhaps Golden Tooth and the others still had some conscience? At the very least, this explosion didn't cause much damage to the energy pool. At the very least, no one died.
But from a certain point of view, the mages were truly nouveau riche. When the news of the small energy source in the "Iron Horse No.7" spread, the expensive Iron Horse series was sold out in one afternoon, and then …
Explosions could be heard throughout the entire city. Before the sun even rose, Thorn Garden's entrance was filled with "black people" waiting in line to shop …
Of course, with top-level mages helping out, the gnomes' door locks wouldn't be able to stop them for long. It would only be a matter of time before such a technology would be dismantled. But, this technology that was originally intended to be sold was also on the next list of products to be sold. When the mages were almost done dismantling it, it would be time for them to sell it for an astronomical price.
Soon after, while the mages were busy with their research, they also tested out the armored motorcycles and discovered something else.
"So stable! So much more stable than horses! And so fast! "
From a certain standpoint, long-distance travel was definitely a tiring job for mages with weak constitutions. In their eyes, this new and interesting toy was far more comfortable and stable than horses. It wouldn't be a big deal if they only wanted to enjoy riding on it.
"We can actually cast spells while riding on them!"
Mages needed to be fully focused when casting spells. In fact, they would even enter a dazed state for a short period of time. It would be nearly impossible to cast spells while riding on a constantly jolting horse. However, the Iron Horse's stable movement on the streets attracted a lot of attention.
Mages' greatest weakness was doubtlessly their slow and sluggish bodies. Once a mage got close to them, it would be incredibly difficult to increase the distance between them again and again. If they could cast spells while moving at high speed, their power levels would increase exponentially.
But even for battle mages who specialized in combat, it would still be incredibly difficult to learn how to cast spells while moving. Their movement speed would also be incredibly slow. And if they cast spells while sitting on a horse carriage … the wooden wheels and bearings that had zero dampening ability would cause them to constantly move up and down. A single bump at a critical moment would result in a fatal spell backlash.
Indeed, there was a type of mount that could allow people to cast spells while sitting on top of it — gigantic beasts like dragons. However, the difficulty of obtaining one was …
For a time, it was viewed as impossible to cast spells while moving at high speed. However, it didn't seem that difficult to cast spells while sitting on an Iron Horse and riding on a sidecar. It was at that time that Thorn Garden published the slogan "Let those muscleheads forever eat our dust."
As if to prove this slogan's meaning, magical swordsmen from the Northlands rode Iron Horse motorcycles on the streets. This perfectly displayed the motorcycles' excellent dampening ability, as well as the possibility of casting spells while moving at high speed.
Only mages would understand the needs of mages. This seemingly inconspicuous toy could actually greatly increase a mage's survival rate in the wild.
And so, the Iron Horse No. 7 became a stepping stone for mages to enter the market. Young mages swiftly learned how to drive motorcycles and quickly discarded the useless auxiliary wheels. They even started drag racing, which the public security officers hated so much. Meanwhile, the elderly mages spent money to hire drivers so that they could enjoy riding on the sidecar.
For a time, "Have you bought one yet?" "How many have you bought?" became a common greeting among mages. There was always a long line of people waiting in front of Thorn Garden's entrance.
But, this was only the beginning. Two days later, the number of people buying Iron Horses had become like fighting over each other. The daily quota of one hundred Iron Horses would be sold out on the very first night.
More importantly, Thorn Garden released a new advertisement saying that all these Iron Horses could only be purchased with "Justice Points" one month later.
"Justice Points? I've already heard the previous announcement. It doesn't seem that difficult to obtain, but how can I obtain so many in such a short period of time? Doesn't that mean that these Iron Horses will only be sold for one month? "
The Iron Knight that had already been purchased would flaunt on the streets, increasing the competition. In fact, archmages would even be willing to sell their most precious treasures just for a single Iron Horse. Although a certain black-hearted merchant didn't do something so evil as to raise the price of the Iron Horse, he made a tremendous profit just by selling the Iron Horse's Iron Horse.
This method of selling seemed to be quite effective. If there was anything more suitable than "good quality and low price" or "interesting and novel", it would probably be "limited sales, first come, first served" or "limited sales for a limited time, out of print".
Another reason for selling Iron Horses was the rapidly increasing number of street racing events. This caused Cher, who was the representative of the police department, as well as the Disciplinary Department, to feel a deep hatred for her.
I actually felt a headache as I looked at the angry blue-haired girl in front of me. If possible, I didn't want to offend the government's public security department either.
It should be mentioned that the Cloud Tower's public security department was divided into two departments. The first was the regular police department, which was responsible for law and order. The other was the internal Disciplinary Department, which was responsible for the various mage organizations. The former was responsible for both major and minor matters, but it was obvious that ordinary law enforcers wouldn't be able to control mages.
The latter would use the name of the mage organizations to investigate and punish mages who crossed the line. Of course, since there were many overlapping responsibilities, the Disciplinary Department would be quite free whenever there weren't any mages in the organization they were in charge of. This was why many of the Disciplinary Department's mages would also work part-time in the police department.
As for the mage organization I was looking at, not only was Cher Allen a law enforcer in the police department, she was also one of the high-level inspectors in the Mystical Blade's Disciplinary Department. Her nicknames were "Iron Girl" and "Iron Throat". Fine then, when the word "iron" was used on a lady, it was obvious that it wasn't a good word. At the very least, she was cold-faced and stubborn. But from a certain standpoint, this was the true portrayal of this overly serious female mage.
Just from the fact that I had been constantly taking people away, I was beginning to understand that Cher was becoming more and more talkative. Her respect for me because of my status as an archmage had completely vanished. Every time she looked at me, I felt like she was looking at scum. And every time she watched me successfully take someone away, she seemed just like a hot-blooded police detective who would shout at the sly villain, "I'll definitely find evidence and send you to prison!" …
Why did I mysteriously become the villain again?! Could it be that I really was the one who had been teleported to this world with a mocking face and a sinner?
While I was still hesitating on what method I should use to trick this "hot-blooded God Detective" into leaving, I heard sounds of arguing and explosions from the warehouse behind me. New trouble had arrived.
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