"It's already been three days, and there's still no official reaction? It seems that things have gotten out of hand this time. "
The Mage Parliament's reaction was quite calm, to the point that it was rather abnormal. But if one thought about it, this was actually a sign of extreme anger.
This was just like when two countries had a conflict. If the losing side made a statement of dissatisfaction, condemnation, or protest, that meant that the losing side didn't intend to take any actual actions to get back at the other side. It was just a show of face.
If the Mage Parliament said that it was "reserving the right to take further action," it meant that the Mage Parliament wanted to do something. But the most dangerous thing would be to not say anything.
"As long as it's necessary, the mages can endure humiliation. But right now, there's no need for that …"
Then there were only two possibilities. Either the Mage Parliament couldn't afford to offend the Mage Parliament and decided to pretend that nothing had happened, or the Mage Parliament intended to take revenge, silently and viciously.
Considering the current situation of the mages, it was 99% likely that it was the latter …
"The grudges between the two sides are already quite deep. The Mage Country's forbidden spell ruined the Undead Emperors' plans to invade Eich, and the undead also schemed to kill the feared archmages in one fell swoop. Not to mention the still unconscious Amelia …"
"There's also you. From a certain standpoint, you're the one who caused the situation to deteriorate to such an extent and forced Aso to his death. You're also currently in the Mage Country. You're definitely the number one person they want to kill the most. "
"Thank you for reminding me, you jinx. Right, how does the water elemental pool taste? "
"Didn't you already taste it? The tea you drank this morning had my bathwater in it!"
"Pfft!"
Many pet lovers had probably experienced the awkwardness of having a pet show off its prey to them. What was even more awkward was that these pet lovers would share their prey with their master, such as secretly adding rats and cockroaches to their master's food … Alright then, this silly cat was doing this on purpose. I was going to teach her a good lesson so that she wouldn't "feed" me even more than usual in the future.
"Don't run! I'm going to hang you on top of the mage tower to dry you!"
As usual, the human and cat chased after each other. The next step of the plan was already underway.
From a certain standpoint, mages were indeed the most extravagant of all. The top-level research facilities were only used to create basic spell models. The Dimensional Door to the Water Elemental Plane was only used to summon a few water elemental servants. Most of the facilities were unused. My subordinates were delighted to be able to use the mage tower's top-level research facilities for their own research.
"I'm trying to equip the golem with power armor and external weapons, so that we can solve the flaw of the golem's single attack method."
"How stupid. Didn't you notice that the biggest weakness of the golems is their slow movement speed? I plan to install the Iron Horse's driving wheels on them. This will greatly increase their mobility. "
"… In that case, why don't we install a 'something something oar?' Flying golems are so cool, and they can even carry people as mounts! Coins! "
"Stop bullshitting. That thing isn't reliable at all right now. There's no way to adjust its power at all. Either the lift is too high, or it can't fly. If the lift is too low, it'll be fine, but if the lift is too high, it'll be a torture machine. The head of the golem will be lifted into the sky and the body will be left on the ground. Have you forgotten the unfortunate straw test subject?"
What does "what oar" mean? There was another story behind this. Back when I was trying to develop flying engineering tools, I recalled the propeller planes from another world. But since I was once a "liberal arts student", I was unable to explain the principles behind it. However, there was one small toy that I knew about — the bamboo dragonfly.
I casually made a bamboo dragonfly toy out of a piece of wood, and then tossed it to the dwarves who were skilled in mechanical engineering so that they could discuss how to turn the principles into practical objects. Then, they asked me what it was. They obviously didn't understand what "bamboo dragonfly" was, so I casually said that it was something like a propeller.
However, the dwarves didn't hear what I said, and instead took "what oar" as the official name. And so, "what oar" and "what oar" spread far and wide. By the time I discovered that something was wrong, it had already become the official name of the golem, and it was impossible to change it even if I wanted to.
It could be expected that after traditional golems were equipped with all sorts of accessories, they would be unafraid of death and capable of anything. They would also be equipped with all sorts of dangerous firearms and heavy armor. Just how terrifying would they become … For some reason, I suddenly recalled the muscular naked man who shouted "I'll be back!"
Oftentimes, the intelligence of the natives of another world would be no less than that of an earthling from another dimension. All I could do was give them a suggestion and a possibility, and they would often give me a result that exceeded my expectations.
Magical engineering was such a miraculous creation. When technology and magic met, the original technology would explosively undergo a qualitative change. Nobody could predict what would happen next, but it was foreseeable that it would definitely change this world that was dominated by magical civilizations.
At the very least, under my control, the development of magical engineering was destined to surpass "history."
Beastman warriors in mobile armor, elven rangers on motorcycles, dwarves and gnomes who didn't have particularly strong bodies … "history" had already reached a certain turning point.
"How's the research on the Salo's Crystal going? It's probably a top-level creation from Hallet-Dahm's Hallet-Dahm generation. Little Dimi, do you have any clues? "
"Little Dimi said that it'll be quite difficult, but it's not completely impossible. But no matter what, the current environment is completely different from ancient times. It's impossible to find the original Salo's Crystal, but it's possible to find a smaller version with only a fraction of its power. "
"That's good to hear … Tell him not to be in such a rush and to make it a medium priority. That Salo's Crystal is far too dangerous. I don't want to wake up one day to find myself in the sky along with my base."
Little Dimi was becoming more and more amazing. As my head engineer, he was basically a bottomless pit of engineering. He was always able to surprise me.
During the past two days, I had proposed a new project: the development of a new type of Colossus. The ancient civilization "Hallet-Dahm" was also known as the Colossus Civilization. Their Colossus technology was something to look forward to. I just didn't know how much of it little Dimi would be able to use.
As I had more and more subordinates under me, there were now specialists in all sorts of fields. It was no longer appropriate to have a loose employment relationship between a domain lord and a mage's personal consultant. Companies, departments, and project teams from another world were now proven to be excellent choices.
By the way, I should mention that the current person in charge of my alchemy department was Yingou Beyar. However, the person in charge was actually the second-in-command alchemist Olivia, who was becoming more and more capable. Not only was she able to fully utilize her natural talents in history, but most importantly, she was able to understand and coordinate with the other engineers, blacksmiths, and enchanters. Although she wasn't even twenty yet, she was becoming more and more like a big sister in charge of a project team.
Currently, the most important projects for me, such as improving my mobile armor and researching Olivia's Magic Box, were all given to her to handle. With her around, at least the alchemy and engineering teams under her wouldn't start fighting each other.
Of course, she also complained about how creating Olivia's Magic Box and enchantment armor had given her a large amount of engineering and enchanting knowledge. She was now able to work as an enchanter and engineer, but she was getting further and further away from her dream of becoming a great alchemist.
However, her alchemy teacher Yingou secretly told me that the effects of Olivia's alchemy potions were becoming stronger and stranger. For example, the long-haired underwear thief who had been committing crimes in the Cloud Tower was actually a wild monkey who had consumed a powerful hair growth potion. Olivia's potion had simultaneously activated "heat", hair growth, height increase, berserk, intelligence increase, and many other effects, turning him into a long-haired gorilla who sexually harassed people everywhere.
"For the sake of world peace, I should have her place her talents in a safer place. I still want to live for a few more years. "
These were the exact words of Yingou, who had been constantly creating explosives. Since that troublemaker felt that his own disciple was a huge problem, his back and face were covered in cold sweat as he said this. It seemed that he had been tormented by his own genius disciple.
"Right, since her potions are so powerful, why don't we have her concoct a potion for Beifeng? Perhaps that will make him more obedient. After all, he's already beyond saving. It's impossible for him to become any worse. "
"… Aren't you afraid that it'll have the opposite effect and that a mega Beifeng will appear? Perhaps he'll awaken to a new hobby, just like that experimental monkey. "
I thought back to that male long-haired gorilla who went around stealing old men's underwear. If Beifeng also became like that, it was my turn to break out in cold sweat. Just thinking about it made me feel despair.
"… Let's talk about it later. If that really happens, the end of the world might arrive earlier than expected."
Suddenly, the gnome seemed to have thought of something frightening as he revealed a terrified expression filled with despair.
"Recently, Beifeng has been treating Olivia to meals all the time! Perhaps he wants her to concoct a potion for him! "
"That can't be! Does he think that he can still be saved? "
"I don't know if he can be saved or not. Perhaps he wants to give the potion to his companion!"
Just as we were exchanging glances, we heard a cry for help outside the window.
"Ahhhh! A monster! "
An ancient monster movie was currently playing out on the streets. Refugees were screaming in fear as a gigantic black beast was currently fighting against a mage from the city guard.
For some reason, this gigantic beast seemed rather familiar. I adjusted my view and discovered that it was a gorilla that was about as tall as a mage tower. This gorilla was currently happily playing with a "doll" in its hands. However, this doll seemed rather familiar. It actually had dragon horns and black scales …
"Is that Beifeng? Isn't that the experimental monkey from before? He evolved again? "
"… Who's that? I don't recognize him."
"… That's right, we don't recognize him!"
Cough, when I thought about the trouble that would follow, I decided to ignore the "great beauty" who was struggling in Adamantium's hands.
Let's get back to the main topic. Now that the Great Industrial Party had a headquarters and research center, a large number of researchers, a storehouse to sell our products, and the approval of other mage organizations, the Great Industrial Party could finally be considered to have fully matured.
"Tell the gnomes and dwarves not to travel too far on personal aircrafts. There are gargoyles, griffins, and horned eagle Knight. There are far too many powerful aerial forces in this world. Not only that, but they're also quite numerous and powerful. It'll be quite difficult to fight against them in a short period of time if we only rely on flying. It's better to focus on heavy aircrafts and cannons."
That's right. All I could do was to use my status as someone who had experienced such things before to point them in the right direction so that they wouldn't have to invest a large amount of money into researching "perpetual motion machines." Just two days ago, I had rejected the "perpetual Olivia's Magic Box" project. It would seem that no matter which civilization's researchers came from, they all had great ambitions and motivation for this seemingly wonderful perpetual energy source.
"Of course, I won't forbid any private research. After all, nobody knows what the future will be like. But I definitely won't allow any projects with A or higher priority to be affected."
There were far too many research projects that needed to be done at the same time. I personally evaluated the priority of these projects. Iron Horse was only a C, while the civilian projects were at most a B, while the "Envy" Borealis's airship fleet was an S, the highest priority. Yep, the second generation Olivia's Magic Box and the modification of the mobile armor were also at S. Yep, it was quite obvious that the projects with the highest priority were those that would be able to quickly become effective in actual combat. After all, we didn't have much time left.
It could be expected that since the seeds of change had already been sown and the industrial revolution was unstoppable, no matter what happened in the future, as long as the Mage Country didn't suffer a total annihilation, the Great Industrial Party would definitely become an important member of the Truth Symposium. Magical engineering would also become an important academic field.
Of course, since it was unstoppable, there was no need to care about it. There was no need to think too much about the future. I should focus on the present.
[Passive Racial Talent: Unyielding Ferocious Beast. All abilities will increase according to the severity of your injuries. Once you're heavily injured, you'll receive battlefield intuition, defense combined with offense, and other talents. You'll be able to increase your overall combat strength by three times. Strength and Agility will be increased by two times. Stamina will be increased by three times. System Notification: Don't be a mage anymore. Go be a barbarian instead.]
This ability wasn't a result of a stat breakthrough, nor was it that rare. Many powerful species would have this type of racial talent that would increase their combat strength the more heavily injured they were. This was especially true for barbarians and beastmen. An injured beast would be far more dangerous. In fact, some berserkers would even choose to injure themselves before battle in order to increase their fighting spirit and power level.
Although this was common, it didn't mean that it was useless. In fact, it was the most practical "warrior" talent. Anyone who used it would understand the joy of being able to counterattack in a desperate situation. However, those who were good at swimming would drown in water. If you relied too much on this talent, you would always be dancing on the edge of a cliff. You wouldn't even know how you died.
"You really did choose the wrong profession. Did you close your eyes and fill in your application?"
This was what Harloys had said to me when she learned that I had this talent. However, in a way, she wasn't wrong. After all, I was indeed a Holy Knight. In my second life, I had switched to magic in order to make up for my inadequacies, as well as to hide my true identity.
However, the System's final blow to me was to directly open up a series of powerful melee job classes, including the barbarian berserker, Cross-armored Knight, and Dragon Knight (please prepare your own mount). Some of these job classes were truly attractive. If it wasn't for the fact that my bloodline required the power of Order and Chaos to be in balance, I would have really wanted to take on these job classes.
In order to test out this new talent, I swept through the entire arena and unexpectedly discovered a few good candidates, which I recruited to be my subordinates. Of course, there was also a small accident.
"A barbarian mage? Me? "
Alright then, it was indeed rather shocking for me to defeat a heavily armored Wild Boar Knight with my bare hands. However, after seeing my Emblems of Truth, he actually said that he wouldn't fight me unless I promised not to use magic. And so, I could only satisfy him.
"So, you, you crushed the enemy's iron helmet? Then, you threw his mount onto the arena? What a barbarian! "
"Cough, that was just an accident."
Now that the Great Industrial Party and Thorn Garden were on the right track, the Truth Symposium's decision arrived. It was time for me to leave.
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