Magic Industrial Age

The next day, early morning.

While Roy was still exercising on the first floor, Hoover the butler arrived.

He brought news that before dawn, Edith Harrell had already rushed to the Champs Elysees Mana Textile Factory and delivered the 'Equity Correction' certificate.

She was even sweating profusely and apologizing humbly, completely lacking her previous arrogance!

Maruna Marquez took the certificate and documents and went straight to the Provence Manor to find Hoover without any nonsense.

Then, they went into the city together.

Butler Hoover came to Roy first to report the situation, while Maruna went to the Lady of Fortune's bank to get a number and wait in line to handle the business.

What business, you ask?

Naturally, it was a large transfer of funds. Only the injection of one thousand Guilders could solve the financial problems of the Champs Elysees Mana Textile Factory.

Furthermore, the contract signed by Maruna Marquez and the great merchant of the Bourbon Dynasty had reached the agreed time.

Maruna needed to obtain confirmation from the temple before he could process the backlog of products.

Hoover had already determined the transportation route, and the receiving and sales channels in the Norman Duchy were also in place. As long as the products were delivered, they could be sold in large quantities.

If this route was successful, the Champs Elysees Mana Textile Factory would almost never have to worry about sales.

Even if other orders were rejected, even with the current expanded production capacity, the Norman Duchy could handle it all.

From then on, they would truly be making money hand over fist.

According to the plan, this first sale had to be completed before the God's Grace Festival in the New God Era 311, so time was still a bit tight.

After Butler Hoover left, Roy still went to the academy. In the morning, it was physical training and swordsmanship. He began to try higher-intensity training and improve his skill proficiency.

The cultivation of combat professionals is like training hard in the coldest and hottest weather; there are no shortcuts.

Or rather, those who take shortcuts will not go far on the path of combat professionals!

In the afternoon, Roy still attended a 'Basic Meditation' class.

In the current class, many people have completed the introduction to meditation and are beginning to gather bits and pieces of magic power.

But Roy still had no reaction.

He himself was speechless and often doubted himself, wondering if he was stupid.

However, the Colt revolver from Black Jack was still at home, so he couldn't bear to give up.

As for the library, Roy was consciously reducing the number of times he went. There was no way around it; most of the books had already entered his database.

The remaining ones were mostly borrowed and hadn't been returned yet.

As for the floors above the second, he couldn't go up.

As a result, he actually had no books to read, which was simply outrageous.

So, in his spare time, he still studied his alchemy, trying out the Deep Blue formula one by one.

What about the results, you ask?

The accumulation stage; what results are there?

Originally, Roy thought this day would be the same as usual, but unexpectedly, when he returned home from school, he had uninvited guests.

...

19 Lombardy Street.

When Roy went up to the second floor to clean up and bathe, a large group of patrol team city guards arrived at the door.

The middle-aged man leading them was stout, wearing a uniform, and had a playful look in his eyes.

He waved his hand, and some city guards stepped forward, not ringing the bell, but directly smashing the door with standard wooden staffs.

Bang, bang, bang!

Their posture was almost like breaking down the door violently. Obviously, this captain was here today to make a statement.

However, after a moment, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the door opened, and it wasn't Mrs. Cassidy who opened it, but Oliveira standing in front of the door.

He didn't make any extra movements, but his cold expression became even colder, and his eyes narrowed, the light radiating like a predator staring intently at its prey.

One glance shocked everyone, including Captain Werner.

Werner was originally smiling, but when he saw Oliveira come out, he cursed Woolly Allen's entire family in his heart.

To be able to reach the position of captain, he was not a useless person. He was originally from the army, a second-order combat professional who had experienced life and death on the battlefield.

From the person in front of him, he smelled the scent of death. Although he didn't know the other party's strength level, his keen intuition told him that killing them would be easier than pinching a group of ants.

At this moment, Werner came up with a clever idea. He raised his foot and kicked.

Of course, he didn't kick Oliveira, but the city guard who was knocking on the door, who was kicked away.

I told you to knock on the door, knock on the door. Who told you to smash it with a stick? Do you understand politeness? Do you understand manners?

As your captain, I am really, really... exhausted!

After a round of cursing, he turned his head again, and when he looked at Oliveira, he had a smile on his face.

I am Werner, the captain of the Gabuchabu Street security office. I am here to ask Mr. Roy Roifitz a few questions. I wonder if it is convenient?

Oliveira stared at him and said slowly: "It's not convenient!"

"It's not convenient, it's okay, we'll leave now!"

Werner turned around without hesitation, ready to leave, but just as he was about to step away, a voice stopped him.

"Wait!"

Werner's expression instantly turned bitter, but when he turned around, he was still smiling.

"Your Excellency, does Your Excellency have anything else?"

"Young Master Roy wants you to go up!"

"I shouldn't, right?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to ask questions?"

"Oh, yes, I'll go up now."

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Oliveira opened the way, Werner stepped into the door with heavy steps, and walked up the stairs step by step.

What usually took two or three steps, this time, he had to take one step at a time.

He hoped that some of his subordinates would be clever and follow him up, but when he secretly glanced back while walking, he was completely disheartened.

Because Oliveira stood in front of the door again, staring at the group outside, and then, none of the city guards dared to move.

Werner made enough mental preparations before going up to the second floor and meeting Roy.

The two sides talked very happily. Werner, as the captain of the security office, took out paper and pen and asked questions.

Roy exercised the obligations of an imperial citizen, cooperated with the city guards' inquiries, and answered everything he knew.

"Who did you say? Who died? Woolly Allen, who is that person? I don't know him!"

"Champs Elysees Mana Textile Factory, oh, that is a normal investment. My Raymond family is interested in this area, and it happened to coincide with the signing of the 'Auckland Convention', so naturally, we have to seize the opportunity."

"A vendetta? Does he have many enemies? Anyway, I am not his enemy!"

"Last night? Definitely at home. Mrs. Cassidy can testify, and so can my teacher, His Excellency Oliveira."

The above are Roy's answers. Werner recorded them carefully. Finally, after a quarter of an hour of friendly communication, the two sides shook hands, and Roy personally sent Werner out the door.

The door closed again, and Werner led a group of people forward, looking normal in every way, but his posture was a bit stiff.

Werner didn't dare to look back, but he still tilted his head slightly and asked: "Didn't follow us, right? Didn't follow us, right?"

"No, no!"

The one who spoke was the city guard who was kicked by him, a handsome young man, who was now limping while walking and holding his waist.

He secretly glanced back, as if he met someone's gaze, and quickly turned his head and asked: "Captain, what is the strength of that person? Why do I feel like I'm going to die when he looks at me?"

Werner's expression froze, as if he was lost in memories. After a long time, he said: "Back then, the first time I had this feeling was on the battlefield, when I was targeted by a third-order extraordinary knight of the Bourbon Dynasty.

So, what do you think?"

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The response was a uniform sound of gasping, and everyone widened their eyes. The movements of their steps unconsciously accelerated, as if they were running, and as if they were escaping!

...

Late at night,

In the study of the executive hall, the soft light of the crystal lamp illuminated the entire room.

Behind the desk, a man in the Habsburg Empire military uniform, with his hair combed meticulously, finally looked up.

He took off the monocle on his right eye, wiped the lens, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

After putting the glasses back on, he took out a document, which was the investigation into the death of Woolly Allen.

After a moment, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled coldly: "Roy, Roy Roifitz, illegitimate son, hehe..."

...

Marquez family castle,

In a luxurious room, there were silver candlesticks everywhere, and candles as thick as arms were lit, also illuminating the room thoroughly.

A gray-haired, elegant old nobleman was dancing alone, his dance graceful and his expression intoxicated.

"The Raymond family, what a pleasant surprise!"

"Since you want to play so much, I will play with you, and let you see the blood and strength of our old nobles."

"If you want to get everything without bloodshed, even if you are a Hohenzollern, you can't."

"The honor of the nobility cannot be tarnished!"

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