Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 640 - 638 Lancaster Castle
Chapter 640: Chapter 638 Lancaster Castle
Late at night.
Lancaster Castle.
Located in the Mo’er Alliance, southwest of Florence, its name reveals its owner—Baron Lancaster.
Baron Lancaster belonged to a hereditary noble lineage, with a title passed down from his grandfather to his father, and then to him.
However, while the title was passed down, the wealth was squandered during his father’s generation.
The father of Baron Lancaster—the previous Baron—lived for pleasure after inheriting the title. He held grand banquets every month, annually toured his dominion, forcibly marrying any young girl he fancied into the castle, and indulged in endless revelry, regardless of day or night.
In this way, the Baron, barely forty years old, passed away in bed with a smile after three days of entertainment, leaving the title to the twenty-five-year-old current Baron.
The young Baron Lancaster, upon his succession, looked down upon his father and was eager to achieve great things and restore his family’s honor. But with the wealth accumulated from his grandfather’s time now gone, his ambition lacked the means to be realized. He could only tighten his belt, slowly accumulate wealth, and wait for the funds to grow before plotting his next move.
Because of this, at twenty-five, he hadn’t yet married any noble lady, fearing their reckless spending. Nor had he plundered any girls from his lands, since they too cost money. At most, he reluctantly accepted the diverse group of women left by his father.
He believed that if he could save diligently for ten or so years, he could fill his coffers with silver coins. Then, he could have many elite armies and wildly expand his territory.
Little did he know that less than a year into his plan, just as he had barely filled one layer of his silver coin chest, a group of grey-robed individuals bearing the Raven insignia suddenly arrived at his castle.
They courteously showcased some tricks to him, pulverizing his castle’s gates with a Wind Blade at the wave of a hand, then eroded his longsword, which he intended to draw, with potent acid with another gesture.
Afterward, they politely inquired if they could borrow the castle for a while.
By then, even the foolish Lancaster realized they were not jugglers performing tricks but sorcerers casting spells—their identity was clear. Without any hesitation, he "eagerly" agreed to their request.
Subsequently, Baron Lancaster’s position was demoted to that of a steward. Not only was the main keep surrendered, but he also had to painstakingly address the needs and demands of a group of wizards, his hard-saved silver coins pouring out like water, making Lancaster nearly desperate enough to consider selling the women inherited from his father for money.
"When will this end?" sighed Lancaster in the dead of the night from within the side keep, then heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Turning around, he saw a curvaceous woman, the former Baron’s favorite, yet not his type. With expenses running tight, he had already demoted her to a maid.
Glancing at her, Baron Lancaster asked, "What is it?"
"It’s... it’s the Master Wizards in the main keep," the buxom woman said softly, "They said the lamp oil is running low and asked me to fetch some from the storeroom."
"Then go get it. Do you need to come to me for such a minor issue? Annoying!"
"But... but... there’s no lamp oil left in the storeroom."
"Hmm, all gone, how is that possible? Didn’t I just have someone buy some last month?"
"Baron, you forgot, last month when you wanted to buy some, the price of lamp oil had increased, so you decided to wait and see, and... we didn’t buy any."
"Then... what do we do now? Do we directly tell those wizards... ahem, the Master Wizards that there’s no more lamp oil and to use their magic to light the way?"
"I... I remember, Baron, you still have half a can of oil lamp oil left in your room. If we take it all out, there might just be enough for the Master Wizards. Once it’s daylight, we can ride out to buy more. That should do," the woman cautiously suggested.
"So I’m to spend the night without light? The candles ran out the other day, and now you’re taking away my oil lamp oil, too? You might as well kill me!" Baron Lancaster blazed with anger, his expression fierce, when suddenly he spotted some Wizards walking out onto the empty ground next to the side castle. One looked older, dressed in white, followed by two younger Wizards, a man and a woman. Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, the younger male Wizard glanced his way.
"Caw—"
Baron Lancaster’s face changed dramatically, and he whipped his head towards the woman, scolding her, "Didn’t you hear what I said? What are you staring at! It doesn’t matter if I have no light. What’s important is meeting the Master Wizards’ needs. Take the oil from my room to the Master Wizards. And yes, there’s oil in my lamp. Pour it out... all of it, and take it to them. Hurry, what are you waiting for?"
The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at Baron Lancaster, and it took her a moment to react before she quickly turned and went to do as told.
Baron Lancaster quietly turned back, glancing at the Wizards who had emerged. Watching them walk farther away, and hearing indistinct voices talking about a "conclave," "caution," and "Master Macbeth," he wiped the sweat from his face and muttered to himself in a low voice, "They probably didn’t hear that, yes, they definitely didn’t, that was close, so close..."
...
Macbeth, Gro, and Nancy were conversing.
Macbeth spoke up, addressing Gro and Nancy, "You must have heard what Wizard Mephisto just said. In a few days, we’ll join the other Wizard Organizations and attack Deep Blue Castle according to the plan."
"Will we succeed, teacher?" asked Nancy, her expression grave. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Well..." Macbeth shrugged, "to be honest, I don’t know. The last conclave at Deep Blue Castle was a lesson. We thought all was going well, but who could have predicted what happened? And how can we be sure about this time?
However, ever since the conclave at Deep Blue Castle, I’ve had a constant unease. On one hand, I was wounded; on the other, it seemed like Deep Blue Castle deliberately fostered this Vengeance War, much like they did with the previous conclave."
"Why are we participating then?" Gro asked, puzzled.
"We have no choice, we have to participate," replied Macbeth. "As with before, we had to attend the conclave at Deep Blue Castle.
You both experienced the destruction of White Stone City. If we don’t want to live through that a second time, we must stop the force behind it all. This power is in cahoots with Deep Blue Castle, and it’s now right before us. Either we approach it directly, or we wait for it to approach us. This is a conspiracy laid out in the open, a glaring trap we cannot bypass."
"Cough cough!"
Macbeth coughed lightly, his face turning ashen before the color slowly faded. He continued, looking at Gro and Nancy, "Regardless, no matter what lies ahead, we at White Stone Tower can only give it a try now.
If things go well, maybe we can rebuild White Stone Tower after eliminating Deep Blue Castle. If not, it couldn’t get much worse. Both of you, work hard. Try to grow during the battle, and if you find the opportunity, breaking through to Wizard level would be great."
"Master Macbeth, don’t worry, I am very confident about becoming a Wizard!" Nancy stated earnestly.
Macbeth smiled, looking at Nancy, "I believe you. Long ago, on the giant wheel, I saw your potential. Your talents are such that being a Wizard should be no problem, and Level One is far from your limit. Your achievements will exceed mine, reaching Second-level Wizard or even Third-level Wizard.
In fact, you know, White Stone Tower can’t offer you the best environment, and even other Wizard Organizations on the East Coast might not be suitable. You should head farther, to the Ten Thousand Mountains, to the Main Continent. There, you will grow faster and become a Wizard in a much shorter time. Of course, you can’t leave now. Let’s talk about this after the war is over."
"What about me?" Gro edged in front of Macbeth, a bit indignant, wanting to hear some praise, too.
Macbeth looked at him for a long time, then patted his shoulder and said, "You, Gro, are not bad either. Though your talents may not be that impressive, your character is very strong. So if you don’t break through in this war, don’t be discouraged. Keep trying, and you will succeed eventually. Go for it."
Gro: "..."
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